Jorus Merrill
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The first alarm came from a source that only Jorus Merrill’s immediate family could know about: a long-range hyperwave signal interceptor that he maintained on a moonlet in the hidden Q-27 system. Not wishing to expose said system to his entire crew, he left the Wretched Hive at Kal’Shebbol and took a quick snubfighter to Q-27.
The fighter had a good Class One drive; with the Force and a lot of sweat, he hit Class 0.5 equivalency. He settled into orbit alongside the moonlet, over the innocent pre-technological paradise where he’d married Alna and helped raise Mara. As he hovered there, he felt the same blood-fire that had come over him when the Black Rose first moved into the neighbourhood and interrupted his retirement. Someone was in the area with serious hardware. That meant a threat not only to Q-27, but to the Underground, the Outback proper, its member governments, and the greater area that had come to be known as the Kathol territories.
He could think of better ways to spend an afternoon.
The fighter had a good Class One drive; with the Force and a lot of sweat, he hit Class 0.5 equivalency. He settled into orbit alongside the moonlet, over the innocent pre-technological paradise where he’d married Alna and helped raise Mara. As he hovered there, he felt the same blood-fire that had come over him when the Black Rose first moved into the neighbourhood and interrupted his retirement. Someone was in the area with serious hardware. That meant a threat not only to Q-27, but to the Underground, the Outback proper, its member governments, and the greater area that had come to be known as the Kathol territories.
He could think of better ways to spend an afternoon.