Liin "Tera" Terallo
Synthetic Force User
Fueling stops are never an easy thing. At least not for me. And not now. Not while I am being hunted. I have been on the run since well before the bounty was placed on it. That is just the icing on the cake. Ever since the data breach and leak of some of my research; my labs have never been fully secure.
Yet I do my best with what credits I could get, either from repaid debts or loans. I used those to set up a handful of decoy laboratories to thwart any invaders or hunters. And so far they have worked! Which leaves me to conduct my real research elsewhere.
I no longer have a home base. I no longer have a home. That was lost once New Cov was invaded and lost it's identity and it's neutrality. I only hope that it does not lose it's secrets as well.
But I hold no power there or anywhere out in the Galaxy, for that matter. My voice was but a whisper upon deaf ears. It always has been. The status that I seemed to hold back then was just an illusion. I realize that now. Only within my laboratories do I have any sort of power. And only there do I have a voice.
Throughout this endeavor I have kept within neutral space for as much as possible. And although I am much further in my research than I thought that I could be at this moment in time, there is still more testing to be done before I can start on human trials.
And before I can use it on myself.
The rented salvaged vessel that I have rented sits docked in one of the many landing bays of Kwenn Station for refueling. The two droid pilots looked after the process for me while I had shopped for some basic food supplies. I do as little as I can to avoid detection. Even my clothing is different. No longer is my attire filled with sparkling dresses and gowns. Instead those have changed to long skirts, blouses and lab coats. Although for this shopping trip my lab coat would stand out too much. So I wear a long dark coat instead. It has a lovely hood that I have drawn up so that some of my features remain hidden.
Will it be enough? I am unsure. But so far it seems to of worked. I can see the salvaged vessel at the far end of the landing bay. With a couple of bags full of supplies; I begin to make my approach towards the vessel. I make no eye contact with anyone; instead choosing to be as direct and steadfast as possible. Hopefully it draws the least anount of attention as possible.
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Karlo Kyrr
Yet I do my best with what credits I could get, either from repaid debts or loans. I used those to set up a handful of decoy laboratories to thwart any invaders or hunters. And so far they have worked! Which leaves me to conduct my real research elsewhere.
I no longer have a home base. I no longer have a home. That was lost once New Cov was invaded and lost it's identity and it's neutrality. I only hope that it does not lose it's secrets as well.
But I hold no power there or anywhere out in the Galaxy, for that matter. My voice was but a whisper upon deaf ears. It always has been. The status that I seemed to hold back then was just an illusion. I realize that now. Only within my laboratories do I have any sort of power. And only there do I have a voice.
Throughout this endeavor I have kept within neutral space for as much as possible. And although I am much further in my research than I thought that I could be at this moment in time, there is still more testing to be done before I can start on human trials.
And before I can use it on myself.
The rented salvaged vessel that I have rented sits docked in one of the many landing bays of Kwenn Station for refueling. The two droid pilots looked after the process for me while I had shopped for some basic food supplies. I do as little as I can to avoid detection. Even my clothing is different. No longer is my attire filled with sparkling dresses and gowns. Instead those have changed to long skirts, blouses and lab coats. Although for this shopping trip my lab coat would stand out too much. So I wear a long dark coat instead. It has a lovely hood that I have drawn up so that some of my features remain hidden.
Will it be enough? I am unsure. But so far it seems to of worked. I can see the salvaged vessel at the far end of the landing bay. With a couple of bags full of supplies; I begin to make my approach towards the vessel. I make no eye contact with anyone; instead choosing to be as direct and steadfast as possible. Hopefully it draws the least anount of attention as possible.
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