Jorus Q. Merrill
I'm a Vima-da-Boda, honey
When Jorus thought about planets that had done an impressive job of staying private, Ancora ranked among the best. It hadn't always been that way. His memories of defense actions, evacuations, all kinds of turmoil were fuzzy but impassioned. But for a good few decades now, Ancora and its queen,
Sanya Val Lerium
, had vanished expertly. Many of the old Outer Rim Coalition worlds had tried similar approaches as the Sith grew to dominate the region. Few could boast Ancora's success.
Every once in a while, quiet Wild Space worlds needed a delivery. Maps, mainly: updated nav data to fine-tune their secrecy. And parcels, exotica, personal messages, the occasional passenger. Courier work in old familiar wilderness paid the bills when bills needed paying.
Jorus' ship, the City of Nar Shaddaa, decanted over Ancora. Old ORC codes worked just fine, but he called ahead anyway. His destination was the non-denominational Kallien Academy, an old Force training site attached to a palace.
"This is Captain Jorus Merrill, coming down."

Every once in a while, quiet Wild Space worlds needed a delivery. Maps, mainly: updated nav data to fine-tune their secrecy. And parcels, exotica, personal messages, the occasional passenger. Courier work in old familiar wilderness paid the bills when bills needed paying.
Jorus' ship, the City of Nar Shaddaa, decanted over Ancora. Old ORC codes worked just fine, but he called ahead anyway. His destination was the non-denominational Kallien Academy, an old Force training site attached to a palace.
"This is Captain Jorus Merrill, coming down."