Morlin Varrock
"It's never a trap! Why's everyone so paranoid?
[member="Jakkor Kess"] [member="Xiarr Sair"] [member="Rae Jarrus"] [member="Gabriella Rhayne"]
The Nebulon B-Frigate hovered in the Nebula,as officers left the bridge one by one. On the holopad,a map was seen.
It showed off planets all around,with small descriptions appearing in little speech boxes at the bottom right.
This is the key.
The Mon Calamari leaned forward from his captain's chair,looking out towards the group. The best they had,all arranged together. He believed thoroughly that this would be the beginning of a new age. Of course,every great army needs an even better planet. And that was thy they had met. "I have brought you all here today to discuss a topic of dire importance,our home. At the moment we travel via ship,in a weak fleet. We need a foothold,somewhere to settle down and conduct our operations. Each day,more and more planets are consumed by the galactic hoard. Time is not on our side,so we must act quick. Does anyone have any ideas?"