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To Miss Hazel Scheler:
I have been assured of your care and discretion in handling sensitive materials. I trust this crate will reach its destination without issue while under your care. It is to be taken to the Katarn Homestead on the Sullust moon, Sulon, and delivered into the hands of Jedi Marshall of the New Jedi Order, Chief Healer of the Circle of Healers, Master Avalore Eden and no other.
If any difficulties should arise, please contact me directly.
Amorella Shamalain
Eve Foundation, CEO
~~~
Sullust
Capital Starport
Holding Wing
"Eve Foundation, Mizz Shamalain's front desk, Iloan speaking, how may I direct your call?"
"Ilone, was it?"
"Iloan, yes."
"Listen Ilone,"
"Iloan."
"Yeah, this is Hazel Scheler calling for Miss Amorella Shamalain. I was asked to speak to her directly should I hit any snags in delivering her package to the Circle of Healer's Chief."
"I'm afraid Miss Shamalain is out of the office for the foreseeable future."
"What do you mean, foreseeable future? How long we talkin' here, Ilone?"
"Iloan."
"That's what I said."
"Miss Shamalain has embarked to lead one of the present Foundation Reconstruction and Humanitarian Projects. Her projected date of return is in approximately one galactic standard month."
"A month? What do you mean a mont- listen, Ilone,"
"Iloan."
"Right. I was told to speak to her directly, right here in the delivery orders. Are you familiar with the Mercenary Agenda?"
"I am not."
"Didn't figure. Look, rule #23 Follow the mission parameters. I'm following mission parameters: call Amorella Shamalain directly."
"...how many rules are there?"
"That's not the point, are you going to connect me to Shamalain or not?"
"Hold please."
"What? I just sat on hold for twenty fethin- oh, there you go again."
She must have looked a bit odd, pacing back and forth before the viewport of the holding room at the Sullustan starport. With the comm linked directly into her helmet, Hazel might as well have been talking to herself for all the standard outside viewer knew, gesticulating with a fair amount of fervor as she was, yet again, placed on hold with that infernal hold music.
What was this? Yoga music? Next time she wanted to fall asleep she was just going to call the Eve Foundation Headquarters and ask to speak to the head honcho. Honchette? Fething hell...
[member="Sarge Potteiger"]
I have been assured of your care and discretion in handling sensitive materials. I trust this crate will reach its destination without issue while under your care. It is to be taken to the Katarn Homestead on the Sullust moon, Sulon, and delivered into the hands of Jedi Marshall of the New Jedi Order, Chief Healer of the Circle of Healers, Master Avalore Eden and no other.
If any difficulties should arise, please contact me directly.
Amorella Shamalain
Eve Foundation, CEO
~~~
Sullust
Capital Starport
Holding Wing
"Eve Foundation, Mizz Shamalain's front desk, Iloan speaking, how may I direct your call?"
"Ilone, was it?"
"Iloan, yes."
"Listen Ilone,"
"Iloan."
"Yeah, this is Hazel Scheler calling for Miss Amorella Shamalain. I was asked to speak to her directly should I hit any snags in delivering her package to the Circle of Healer's Chief."
"I'm afraid Miss Shamalain is out of the office for the foreseeable future."
"What do you mean, foreseeable future? How long we talkin' here, Ilone?"
"Iloan."
"That's what I said."
"Miss Shamalain has embarked to lead one of the present Foundation Reconstruction and Humanitarian Projects. Her projected date of return is in approximately one galactic standard month."
"A month? What do you mean a mont- listen, Ilone,"
"Iloan."
"Right. I was told to speak to her directly, right here in the delivery orders. Are you familiar with the Mercenary Agenda?"
"I am not."
"Didn't figure. Look, rule #23 Follow the mission parameters. I'm following mission parameters: call Amorella Shamalain directly."
"...how many rules are there?"
"That's not the point, are you going to connect me to Shamalain or not?"
"Hold please."
"What? I just sat on hold for twenty fethin- oh, there you go again."
She must have looked a bit odd, pacing back and forth before the viewport of the holding room at the Sullustan starport. With the comm linked directly into her helmet, Hazel might as well have been talking to herself for all the standard outside viewer knew, gesticulating with a fair amount of fervor as she was, yet again, placed on hold with that infernal hold music.
What was this? Yoga music? Next time she wanted to fall asleep she was just going to call the Eve Foundation Headquarters and ask to speak to the head honcho. Honchette? Fething hell...
[member="Sarge Potteiger"]