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Corey's OOC

And where were the spiders
Marek had spaced out, definitely. There were the messages coming and going, but the member of Tion was thinking abuot his place in the galaxy. He knew that he was worth something to Tion, he was one who was hunting information. But waht about the Force? There had to be more he could learn. When the first message came to him, he looked at it. Shaking his head, he typed and sent another message back to [member="Danger Arceneau"].

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A beep would alert her and a smile would grow upon her face. [member="Marek Starchaser"] had finally replied. She would mull over the information, shining a smile to a local Tion noble after a greeting.

She'd offer a hello. He'll offer her a drink. La, more gossip.

A quick tap of a reply to Marek would follow suit.

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Plans upon plans. Plots upon plots. Another beep would bring to her attention that Alisha'ven had arrived at the sector for the respective moon.

Good.

She'd reply back to the Rutian Twi'lek to keep her updated on the status of the fleet and the occupation of the moon. Hopefully whatever resistance they may find would soon be squashed under Arceneau's foot.
 

Corey's OOC

And where were the spiders
Focusing was a smart move. Yeah, he should do that a bit more. Especially at Tion events. And probably Abrion events. Marek liked the South Systems, but lately the wanderlust was crawling into his mind again. And getting into the new range of products and offerings from the Czerka deal. Nodding, he made to pull up another message.

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Now, about a drink... Marek looked to the barkeep and nodded. A usual whiskey for him. A man of simple tastes.

[member="Danger Arceneau"]
 
Danger would give a wide smile. Good good. Things were certainly going underway. Any further disussion will be met at another venue.

The things Starchaser and her could do -- well, they certainly will be profitable.



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An update from Alisha'ven would bring in news. They met the locals. An insecticode species that had turned the moon into a prison... fascinating.

“The Hive” by outsiders, the prison was designed to contain criminals from other nations. What remains of the surface now contains multiple life domes that are purposely radiated to discourage escape and unauthorized entrance. Below crust of rock lies the first complex of cells designed to hold the “low risk” criminals. This complex is considerably nicer with slick chrome railings, grinded down rock, beds with mattresses and cells with working refreshers. This first layer also contains the agricultural facility that is manned by prisoners for prisoners, an electronics factory for the best behaved inmates to work and finally a cafeteria.
 

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