Jorus Merrill
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At a messy spaceport on an asteroid in the middle of nowhere, there weren't many entertainment options. People played cards or got drunk or did spice, mostly. Jorus usually preferred tinkering with old machines, and Port Mynock had plenty of those. Today, his salvage project was stripping the holobank out of an old Confederate command throne, just outside the hangar where he'd parked the Wretched Hive.
"There we go," he said with some satisfaction. He slapped the holoprojector and twisted a cable, and a holographic field hummed to life. It was staticky, but he could see the details well enough. With a flourish, he plugged a datacard into the side of the salvaged projector. Ships took form above the projector.
"This here," he said to the people who'd gathered in the asteroid tunnel, "is an old fleet command training program. On this setting, each player controls one frigate, two corvettes, and two squadrons of X-wings." He cracked his knuckles. "Anyone want to step up and challenge me?"
[member="Quinncolson"]
"There we go," he said with some satisfaction. He slapped the holoprojector and twisted a cable, and a holographic field hummed to life. It was staticky, but he could see the details well enough. With a flourish, he plugged a datacard into the side of the salvaged projector. Ships took form above the projector.
"This here," he said to the people who'd gathered in the asteroid tunnel, "is an old fleet command training program. On this setting, each player controls one frigate, two corvettes, and two squadrons of X-wings." He cracked his knuckles. "Anyone want to step up and challenge me?"
[member="Quinncolson"]