Jorus Merrill
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[SIZE=11pt]THE WRETCHED HIVE[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]PLANET UNKNOWN[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]THE OUTER RIM, PAST THE CENTRALITY[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]“The oldest holocrons, the Je’daii ones, say that any virtue can become a vice when taken to excess. They say correctness comes down to keeping your balance, your sense of proportion. In which case, kark these worthless judgmental hypocritical dicks. Proportionately.” With each word, Captain Jorus Q. Merrill torqued a wrench half a degree farther. The stressed bolt squalled like a teething toddler and snapped off - blessed silence. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Dingo Darr[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] and [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Shenna’vala[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] put their backs to the bulkhead panel and shifted it farther down the corridor. All three mechanics squatted by the breach and examined the wreckage of their long-range comm system’s primary relay. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]“You know,” said Darr, scratching his whisker-fringe tentacles with one orange pincer, “I don’t think my job description lets me use the word ‘unsalvageable,’ but…”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]“It looks like a Croa’s hairball.” Shenna rubbed her eyes with the heels of her palms and stood. “I’ll get on it.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Up the hallway, by the bridge, [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Saggy[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] popped his head around the corner and beewheeped with concern. Another close call: local patrol ships, unknown model, sweeping for them in the nooks and crannies of this world-spanning city. So far, a jury-rigged sensor-camo net and a good choice of hiding spot had kept the Wretched Hive from detection. As Jorus reentered the cockpit, patting Saggy’s head, he peered up through the angled viewports and watched the patrol ships vanish again. Down here, he’d expected Coruscant’s Level 1313 or Nar Shaddaa, or Metellos, but no. This place was, by contrast, unnervingly clean.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]“We still locked down?” he asked his two guests, [member="Jaxton Ravos"] and [member="Seydon of Arda"]. He didn’t have the means to fully hide his own Force presence, but his wasn’t the one that had so irritated the patrol ships in orbit. This fething planet had a serious allergy to the Dark Side of the Force, and that meant Quey’tek or Art of the Small or White Current or taozin amulets like the one Jorus had pulled out of storage. The last thing they needed was to draw down one of this planet’s rulers.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]“Oh, and by the way, comms are absolutely junked.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]PLANET UNKNOWN[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]THE OUTER RIM, PAST THE CENTRALITY[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]“The oldest holocrons, the Je’daii ones, say that any virtue can become a vice when taken to excess. They say correctness comes down to keeping your balance, your sense of proportion. In which case, kark these worthless judgmental hypocritical dicks. Proportionately.” With each word, Captain Jorus Q. Merrill torqued a wrench half a degree farther. The stressed bolt squalled like a teething toddler and snapped off - blessed silence. [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Dingo Darr[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] and [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Shenna’vala[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] put their backs to the bulkhead panel and shifted it farther down the corridor. All three mechanics squatted by the breach and examined the wreckage of their long-range comm system’s primary relay. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]“You know,” said Darr, scratching his whisker-fringe tentacles with one orange pincer, “I don’t think my job description lets me use the word ‘unsalvageable,’ but…”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]“It looks like a Croa’s hairball.” Shenna rubbed her eyes with the heels of her palms and stood. “I’ll get on it.”[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Up the hallway, by the bridge, [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Saggy[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] popped his head around the corner and beewheeped with concern. Another close call: local patrol ships, unknown model, sweeping for them in the nooks and crannies of this world-spanning city. So far, a jury-rigged sensor-camo net and a good choice of hiding spot had kept the Wretched Hive from detection. As Jorus reentered the cockpit, patting Saggy’s head, he peered up through the angled viewports and watched the patrol ships vanish again. Down here, he’d expected Coruscant’s Level 1313 or Nar Shaddaa, or Metellos, but no. This place was, by contrast, unnervingly clean.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]“We still locked down?” he asked his two guests, [member="Jaxton Ravos"] and [member="Seydon of Arda"]. He didn’t have the means to fully hide his own Force presence, but his wasn’t the one that had so irritated the patrol ships in orbit. This fething planet had a serious allergy to the Dark Side of the Force, and that meant Quey’tek or Art of the Small or White Current or taozin amulets like the one Jorus had pulled out of storage. The last thing they needed was to draw down one of this planet’s rulers.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]“Oh, and by the way, comms are absolutely junked.”[/SIZE]