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Dev Suspended in Gaffa (Kuat Shipyards)

Development on Factory, Codex, etc. roleplay.
By INVITATION only...


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KUAT
ORBITAL SHIPYARDS

Kuat's orbital ring was a monumental feat of engineering, one that was very rarely replicated in this dark and tiresome age. It had withstood many attempts at destruction and at least a dozen seizures in the last century alone. But it still hung there in orbit of the planet: unscathed, unbroken. Permanently unbothered.

Adekos wished he could say the same for himself.

He took a deep and indulgent breath as he strode its corridors. The air was sterile and recycled, passed through gauntlets of filters, stripped of even trace odors and particulates. Dead. Practically inert. Just the way he liked it.

"You were wise to seek me out," he droned to the cyborg following after him, Arris Windrun, "We'll start with something simple. Focus. Tell me what you sense at this very moment."

Stormtroopers and technicians occasionally passed by, moving in small, tightly packed groups like herd animals. They paid them no mind, except to step aside when necessary to avoid a collision.

That was by design, but they were not here to carry out any mischief. Not the kind that would cause property values to be reassessed, anyway.

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Arris grew up on Talus, a practical stone's throw away from Corellia, where they had something of a cultural rivalry with Kuat. The Talusian picked up many jokes about the Kuati.

Jokes like: "Why do Kuatis love their ring so much? It reminds them of the family wreath." And other such jabs at the expense of their strange, aristocratic culture.

This was actually her first time in the system, and being reminded of such jokes reminded her of home, and being reminded of home reminded her of all those chips on her shoulder. She could go on and on until she unraveled a therapist's blame for all that bad behavior. Instead, she shook off those feelings and focused on the unique circumstance that brought her here.

"You were wise to seek me out," he droned to the cyborg following after him, Arris Windrun, "We'll start with something simple. Focus. Tell me what you sense at this very moment."

The request confused her. She began to look around the hallway. Eyed a stormtrooper and a technician chatting. Glanced out the transparisteel at the sight of the world. Then, she looked at him.

"Like - what I see and hear?"
 
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