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Noah Corek

Cocked, Locked and a Smoking Barrel
[member="Peyton Steele"] [member="Aeron Kreelan"]
Where she was to go after she got her ship? Hmmm, that was a bit of a puzzle to Noah, she could go to the training center here on Corellia, no it was too overstocked as it was. Naboo? Nah too far out of the way, it had to be somewhere closer that was easier to get to. Then it hit Noah, Fondor, it was the home planet of the Protectorate and it had the most state of the art training facility in the galaxy. "Report to the main Pyre training facility on Fondor, they should get you straightened out with accomedations and things of that nature. Now, do you need help getting to the impound lot?"
 

Peyton Steele

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Really, that was all she needed. Power through training and then be on her way. To whatever contract she took. Simple enough, and really, she wasn’t going to mind this kind of work. Not in the least.

Pyre Facility on Fondor? She could manage that. All she needed was her ship. “Sounds fine to me. I’m fairly sure I can find the impound lot on my own.” She flashed a smile at [member="Noah Corek"]. “Unless you’re heading that direction. And need a break.” Really, she was trying to be polite. Polite enough, at least.
 

Noah Corek

Cocked, Locked and a Smoking Barrel
[member="Peyton Steele"] [member="Aeron Kreelan"]
Noah smiled as he stood to his full height of six and a half feet tall, making sure to smooth out his fatigues as he did so. "After sitting here all day waiting for my boss to show up, I could use a walk to help calm the nerves." Noah informed her as he walked towards the door and opened it for her, Noah might have barely known her but that didn't mean that he wouldn't be a gentleman.
 

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