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Post by Esthh Krazhmir on Oct 26, 2013 19:50:28 GMT -8
Esthh raised his hands up in front of him.
"These look like Shaper hands? I am Esthh of Domain Krazhmir, Commander of the Praetorite Vong. Its no wonder the gods gave you to a warrior domain. Your thoughts seem as dull as your sight! You would never have made it in the Unknown Regions and died in failure and disgrace! But if you know so much...please...tell me about the species that appeared in the sky that the fleets have gone after." He points at a shuttle sitting off in the distance. "Tell me where it's heart is. Did you take them apart with your own blade? Or have you let someone else tell you where and how to kill infidels and their machines? My task in the invasion is to make sure that you succeeded, and I have been given everything that I needed to excel at it, and since then...well."
He shifted his stance, shifting one hand to hide it behind his right hip, slipping it into a pocket containing blorash jelly. His assassin enhanced muscles and strength enhancing vonduun crab armor tensing, waiting in unnatural stillness to be unleashed. He didnt want to have to kill Yoman, just beat him enough to make his point.
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Post by Tzu Shai on Oct 27, 2013 15:36:06 GMT -8
With inflamed violet eye sacks Tzu's various Steng's Talons slid out of their hidden spots between the creases of his vonduun crab armour. Two long talons slid out over both of his hands from the wrist, from each elbow and knee came a one foot long razor sharp serrated talons. An audible hiss is heard, as the the Scepter of Power slid into his right hand just as Tzu Shai came to stand between the two Yuuzhan Vong currently bridled in insulting one another.
"Phahg!" He bellowed as he came to stand between the pair. The Yun'o had blessed the Warrior caste with a deep aggression and a strong sense of competitive streak. "Tsii dau poonsii, both of you!" His mqaaq'it were emerald in colour as they shifted between the Praetorite and Warmaster Shai. "Praetorite your words sound as if a Shaper and Warmaster Shai and I have spent much time hunting down infidels within our own ranks for some time! The suspicions of my cousin, are very well understood to me." It was clear that while Tzu Shai would want to work with Esthh he still was wary of the newly met Praetorite.
The violet eye sacks had yet to deflate, and seemed to undulate with his voice showing just how pissed the Dread Lord was with this. Some warriors and intendants seemed to stop their movements and workings, before Tzu's mqaaq'it turned to them letting them know that if they continued to linger about they would receive full wrath from him. "The Yun'o have blessed us in finding fellow Yuuzhan Vong, Warmaster Shai. I suggest we do not turn our backs to this offering and work alongside the Praetorite, for the sake of the Yuuzhan Vong and as the Yun'o have commanded us." The word suggest had extra emphasis put on it, making it more than a mere suggestion but a command.
Translation: Tsii dau poonsii: Cause the mouth to close
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Post by Esthh Krazhmir on Oct 27, 2013 17:11:12 GMT -8
Esthh, leered slightly as he straightened up. It was clear that neither of them understood what the Praetorite Vong did, but...Tzu was right, finding ANY Yuuzhan Vong was not to be wasted, no matter their initial snarls and hackles raising to see who was the alpha.
"It is clear that I shall have to explain things. You have not been exposed to my kind much...if at all, which is not surprising considering what we did. The Praetorite are the ones who do things not considered honorable in the Warrior sense, but are necessary for laying the steps of victory. We are the ones who weaken the hnges of the enemies fortress and find their movements. Operate away from the fleets and support, so when something must be cared for, such as a ship or implant...there are not always Shapers their to do the task, so we are instructed on how to do so. After all...what good is the information we gather if we are unable to deliver it?"
He shifted his arm to expose one of the discolored spots.
"This is not an infidel commlink, it is a living light creature, cross bred with a villip."
He gestured at the living ball of flesh on Tzu's shoulder.
"In battle we noticed that the infidel soldiers would target warriors villips at the outset, and then a commander could not control his troops. We started losing too many warriors to replace due to a lack of communication. This way we can keep in contact, and has the side effect of being able to fit ooglith cloakers and masquers on more easily to move among the enemy. Everything you see, new to you or not, that we use, nothing is made of unliving material. Though I and my kind have had to handle many of the infidels machines and take them apart, we would NEVER sink so low as to mate it with our own living creatures or ourselves. I talk like a Shaper..."
His Vonduun crab pulled away from his left forearm to reveal the tools and implants that would normally be found on a Shaper's Master Hand, unfolding from beneath the skin to display.
"Because I am one...in a way. We didnt have enough shapers to go around. If we didnt have enough Shapers...the ship, and all of us would die. Ignobly without completing our mission. The ship was dying. The answer was to implant the necessary biots and knowledge within some of the warriors. We kept the ship alive, and victory was the result. Since then, the knowledge and biots have served us well. Especially when Nas Choka sent Yuuzhan Vong Warriors to send us into oblivion for refusing to come to...Coruscant...and surrender to the infidels."
The armor slipped back over the forearm.
"I know things because I was forced to. Both to survive and to do my task as it was my purpose to serve the Overlord and our people. However ignoble it may be viewed. As it is said...all things are forgiven in victory."
He shifted his stance, ready to move, but still standing casual. He didnt know how they would take his tale, it was all true, but who knew if they would accept it or not. If not...well he and his brethren would be no worse off than before.
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Post by Yoman Shai on Oct 29, 2013 6:05:36 GMT -8
Yoman's eyes flickered between his Supreme Overlord and the Praetorite Vong, and after several breaths, began to relax his posture. The steng's talons retracted with a grating sound against his knuckles and his prized amphistaff coiled back up his arm. "All things are forgiven.. in victory."
He knew that well. When Shimraa had been the Supreme Overlord, Yoman had been ordered to do many things he considered unforgivable. Necessary evils done in the name of victory to his people. The Warmasters had praised his victories and battle prowess once his orders had been carried out, for "all things were forgiven in victory!" If his cousin was willing to pardon this Praetorite Vong for his evils, and if he truly was not using infidel technology, then Yoman should be willing to do no less. Honor dictated that he welcome him as a brother of war, and plan his next conquest with him. He was not about to get too far ahead of himself however. Yoman still did not like the insolent attitude this one had developed while being on his own. He owuld not reward or favour him until obedience and respect had found their ways back into his system. However killing him would be such a waste. Esthh domain Krazhmir clearly had skills, many of them in fact. Yoman would use him, throw him back into his duties as scout and forerunner.
The gods only knew how badly their children, the Yuuzhan Vong, had been beaten in the last war. If his Overlord wished to wage new war with the infidels of this galaxy then Yoman knew that new tactics would be needed. New tactics required evolution. Even if the evolution made his skin crawl in ways no embrace of pain could manage. Yoman was just a warrior when all things were said and done. What Tzu Shai and Esthh Krazhmir were talking of went beyond him. Yoman would leave them to the infidel ways and technologies. Yoman would continue to be the very embodiment of death and destruction. The Supreme Overlord would point, and his Warmaster would destroy, capture, and terraform all things that were in his gaze!
Of course that left Esth. Yoman was unsure what Tzu had planned for him. Would the Praetorite Vong continue to act as their own separate force? Or would Yoman assume control? Yoman was never part of the Praetorite Vong in the war. He had been in the main invasion force waiting for their signal that the galaxy was ripe for full scale invasion. He hated not knowing much about their ranks, operations, and tactics. Perhaps there was a way to fix that though..
Esthh, I will require one of your people. If your kind will be leaving to continue your glorious work then I want a direct line back to you. One of your team leaders would do nicey in fact. Someone to serve under me as both second in command, and relations to special operations groups. Yoman had spoken politely, even respectfully. He watched the other carefully, seeing if his subtle command would be heeded.
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Post by Esthh Krazhmir on Nov 4, 2013 17:20:29 GMT -8
Esthh considered the request for a moment before consenting with a nod.
"Done. I will have a warrior seek you out when the ships return. In the meantime, I am going to oversee the placement of our base organisms."
He turned without a nod and started to walk away, pausing and looking over his shoulder.
"One other thing Warmaster...I am not your subordinate. I am your superior, bear that in mind with your tone next time."
He continued off towards where the shapers were starting their work. He didnt turn around, but he was listening with enhanced implants very closely.
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Post by Esthh Krazhmir on Jan 11, 2014 17:52:23 GMT -8
The shapers had finished their work with most of the base structures grown and defensive perimeters of various dangerous plants inhabited by equally dangerous insects and animals of various kinds.
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Post by Taralorn Melvarrik on May 3, 2015 2:53:48 GMT -8
Modified CR90 Corellian corvette, Resolve - On Board
An unusual looking Corellian corvette, painted in black and gold colours, made landing in an open clearing in the forest. The environment of Varonat seems quite suitable to Taralorn Melvarrik, pilot and sole occupant of the light cruiser, which has another three ships attached in various locations of the hull. He looks around, thoughtful, studying the forest outside of his cockpit viewport.
The Force guided me here for a reason. He muses to himself quietly, Time to see what that reason is.
Slowly shutting down the vessel, he leaves the cockpit and heads to the boarding ramp. Pulling on his thick and heavy trenchcoat, he opens the ramp and steps out into the open. Immediately, he senses something, and takes a quick hike, about a hundred yards from his ship, and pauses. Leaving himself open to the Force, he could feel a multitude of sensations. Life is all around him, but he can also sense something else.
He kneels down and rests a palm on the forest floor, trying to get a better sense of things.
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Post by Ami-Lee Westar on Oct 27, 2017 15:40:44 GMT -8
For most of the trip, she just sat there in the medical bay, what little of it was allowed to remain. Whatever plans the Alliance had for the Blasphemy didn't seem to include any concern for the well-being of whoever wound up in the vessel. Not that she was particularly perturbed on the matter, but Ami-Lee Westar was nothing if not thorough in her work. So it was, that she found herself staring at the detached head of an old two-one-bee medical droid while she reclined against the backrest of the medical bed, as she pondered how it had gotten detached from its body in the first place. It was a clean cut from its neck. Like a blade, she thought, and as she turned the head over and studied the damage, it was extremely clean. A blade of some sort, not an accidental cause.
Whatever had happened here on the Blasphemy might have more of a mystery than she realized.
She spent a great deal of time considering it, until she fell asleep, only to be awakened by the sight of a man standing next to the bed. A gasp was all she could manage before he was gone. Vanished. It was like he was never there. She'd only caught a glimpse of him, but she thought he was oddly familiar. The beard, the features, and even that wispy blue light about him; all strange, and all familiar. Her father? She hadn't thought about him in a long time. She was literally a toddler when he and her mother were lost to her. Struck down by the Empire for collaborating with the Rebellion. She washed her face, using the sink, and as she dried it on a towel, the announcement came that they were exiting hyperspace. The rapid deceleration momentarily left her feeling like she'd lost her stomach.
There was a flurry of activity as she joined the others. What caught her attention was the fact that all the crew looked like they were packed and ready to leave the ship. They were parking the ship and leaving it...for the nameless stranger? She didn't know what it was about this ship, but it seemed to spook the Alliance but it made her...reckless. They avoided the cities and chose a remote clearing instead. That was what those shuttles were for. The Stranger was to take over with his own crew for whatever mission the Alliance had him doing. She glanced over in the direction to the cities. Varonat was a much better place than Tatooine, and certainly more options than most others for work. As the rest of the crew departed, she alone dawdled at the ramp.
“Time to go, doctor,” said Brusiir, “the admiral has a tight schedule.”
Amy looked at him, and Captain Harvelle, then shrugged slightly, slowly backing up into the ship, “Tell him I said this is my resignation, and thank you, for everything.”
To her surprise, they didn't protest or even say anything...to her at least. It seemed, based on the knowing looks on their faces, that they had anticipated this for a while. She watched from the shadows of the ramp, as the Alliance shuttles were filled and took off. Leaving her with the ship. As she went back to the medical bay, she contemplated the decapitated droid once more, then set about making the bay more usable.
One step forward, one step backward.
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Post by Ami-Lee Westar on Nov 24, 2017 11:32:20 GMT -8
At present, Amy was torn between calling her new faulty BB unit "Nuts" or "Disaster", both of which were quite suitable to it. She was beginning to think that tossing it might have been the best idea after all. Upon bringing the droid back to the Blasphemy, the little ball of terror had proceeded to tear around the location with drunken fervor, spinning as if someone had kicked it, it's head lolling everywhere including under its body a few times, then bumping repeatedly into the corvette's landing struts, and just about everything else it could smash its spherical body into. When she finally managed to catch the droid for a moment, she had one set of clothing shredded by the droid as it tried to roll on the spot, until she managed to shut it down.
Its brain and coordination matrix was also shot, as it turned out. Potential electrical overload. She had to overhaul the whole thing, taking it apart completely. But it did help her pass the time, and when she wasn't checking out the ship's systems, as well as computer logs or data cubes for information on its previous missions, she would be repairing the BB-unit, and while she might have been a decent mechanic, she wasn't as good with droids as she was with a ship. Even with a new processor and a rerouted binary matrix, the droid was only less retarded by one notch. But at least it could keep its head upright more often now, sometimes even managing to move in a straight line, before reverting back to a random roll.
“Try not to run around so much, okay?” said Amy, placing the droid on the deck. “And no connecting with the ship's computer ports. I do not need you getting a virus.”
The droid warbled and beeped an affirmative, and then immediately rolled away towards the medical bay.
Sighing, the young woman sought out the few quarters left available to her, and lay down to rest.
Her sleep was fitful, and she kept waking up with a start, looking around, anticipating danger. It became so bad, she eventually took her namesake blaster and kept it under the pillow, and tried to get some sleep. In a dream, she saw a flash of bluish white light, like when a ship left hyperspace, and then blaster fire everywhere. The nameless stranger, scarred face, tired, gaunt, and ill, with fresh injuries. A Mandalorian woman. A spacer with a glowing crystal. A Barabel. The images, faces and scenes flashed before her with random order and repetition, and she often saw the vast expanse of space. Then she saw something that set her heart racing, with a healthy sensation of fear, dread, and crippling terror. It was a shadow, almost formless, reaching out for her with black tendrils.
“GET UP!”
Amy shot up into a sitting position with a yelp, and looked around frantically, blaster in hand. But only Nuts was sitting at the foot of her bed, photoreceptor trained on her, and it warbled in curiosity, wondering what had her on edge.
“Nothing, nothing,” said Amy, wiping her brow, and she lay back down. Then sat up, she wasn't ready to try that again. “C'mon, let's see if we can't improve your geolocator while you recharge.”
The little astromech droid rolled after her, momentarily losing control and bumped into her leg, warbling an apology. “We really need to fix that problem.”
Maybe she needed to leave this ship. She wasn't one to believe in hauntings and ghosts, but she was starting to feel creeped out, even with BB-Drunk for company, she didn't know what to make of the nightmare, or who those people were. Aside from the nameless man, she didn't know any of the others.
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Nov 26, 2017 18:16:00 GMT -8
The D5 Mantis 'Spear' sets down (not too gracefully) about fifty yards from the nose landing struts of the CR-70 'Blasphemy...'
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Post by Ellie Ordo on Nov 26, 2017 18:38:43 GMT -8
*Ellie stepped into the cockpit as the ship touched down. Her blue eyes panned the area before landing on the CR-70 parked nearby. She reached out with the force to see how many were aboard. Surprisingly there was only one.* "I can only sense one being onboard that ship. Strange actually. A ship that large needs a much bigger crew."
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Nov 26, 2017 19:44:01 GMT -8
Melia powered down the D5, glancing at Ellie as the Mando entered. If I know anything about our "Captain" back there hooking a thumb over her shoulder at the small cabin it's that he's chock full of surprises. 'fore we came to find you lot, he was doing... or was going to do... a job for the Alliance. Or the Galactic... whatever they are. she got up from the station she was deactivating, and walked across the flight deck to the opposite side of the small cockpit, lithe form moving sinuously and purposefully, like a big cat stalking prey. She switched off a few more systems, including tactical. His job got shelved, and somehow he swindled, or sweet-talked, or otherwise convinced whoever was in command that he could keep this thing safe till it was needed.
Turning to lean against a console near the door, she took Ellie in, leisurely, head to toe, appraising. You plan on stickin' around awhile, and we should talk a bit. You seem like you can handle yourself, and I like to have the measure of those who might have my back in a fight. I'm Melia. I'm Fel's... well. I'm Fel's. Her demeanor changed, as a realization dawned. Wait -- you say there was one aboard? Just one? She grabbed her gun belt off the co-pilot's seat, fastening it around her waist. One could mean a sightseer, a stowaway, a saboteur, or an assassin. Never a mistake.
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Post by Ami-Lee Westar on Nov 26, 2017 19:58:58 GMT -8
She had been spending a while now working on BB-Drunk, when, upon reactivation, the first thing the droid told her was that there was another ship nearby?
“Nearby? How near?”
She regretted asking that next question, because the BB-Unit said it was either nose-to-nose or on the polar opposite of where they were right then. Of course that distance was unlikely, considering the max range of a BB-Unit's sensors. She had to go and see her new visitors personally. It could be the Alliance coming back. Maybe they had a change of plans. It wouldn't be the first time, and if word got out of her retirement, they could arrest her for trespassing. With a sigh of resignation, she holstered her blasters and walked down the ramp, fists planted on hips, near to each blaster, ready to draw as quickly as possible should the need arise. She found herself frowning at a D5 Mantis.
BB-Drunk bumped into her leg where she stood, but she didn't even notice, as her eyes were locked on the D5.
“That's a rather outdated model...”
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Post by Ellie Ordo on Nov 26, 2017 20:00:08 GMT -8
*Ellie stepped back to let Melia work. So they worked the Alliance at one point. Melia's description of her relationship with Fel was vague in a way, meaning therewas far more then she letting on.* "I might stay, yes. Don't really have places to be anymore. So I could help."
"Yes, only one." *She could feel Melia's emotions change in the force just as much as she could see physically. The woman was now on high alert. She was right though, there was telling who was on that ship right now.* "I'll go check it our. You should stay with Fel. Just in case."
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Nov 26, 2017 20:10:17 GMT -8
Melia raised an eyebrow, and planted a gloved hand on her hip, cocked at an inquisitive angle. I'll be around. Call if you need anything.
Once Ellie had left the bridge, Mel quickly poked her head in on the resting Galdaart, before grabbing her sniper rifle, and exiting quietly via the dorsal hatch. She sighted in her weapon on Ellie's descending form, following her path to find... another woman, standing in the open not a hundred yards distant. Either she was the worst assassin ever, or she had something else entirely in mind... nevertheless, her finger hovered over the trigger, caressing it lovingly, waiting for the barest hint of something amiss.
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Post by Ellie Ordo on Nov 26, 2017 20:30:03 GMT -8
*Ellie gave her a nod before descending down the ramp. Her blue eyes almost immediately landed on the woman standing near the bottom of the CR-70s loading ramp. Ellie never slowed her pace till she came to a stop halfway between the ships. She took in the woman's garb and her stance. Ellie could tell she wasn't a soldier or a merc. To the other woman, Ellie must have fit the mercenary category. Her black and yellow armor was battle scarred and carbon scored. Several scars lined her face including the one across her nose and the thin grey scar that ran through the blue of her left eye. She adjusted the shemagh around her neck before speaking.*
"Wasn't expecting a welcoming party. I was told this ship was abandoned." *She wasn't going to give how many of them there were, not yet anyway. "Wouldn't happen to have a name, would ya?"
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Post by Ami-Lee Westar on Nov 27, 2017 3:14:48 GMT -8
Amy stiffened, her fists clenching ever tighter when she saw the first person out of the D5. The woman was the very one from her dream. Flashes of the vast expanse of space went through her mind's eye as she watched the woman in front of her. She looked worse than what she remembered seeing though. Had she just come from a battle? She suspected the woman might have Echani origins, if the hair colour was anything to go by. There was no way she was alone. She had the gut feeling that she was getting flanked, or at the least, being watched from multiple hidden positions. They were on high alert, and wary.
Smart.
But unnecessary. They didn't know that, though.
There was no point in playing things out or taunting, and more importantly, if she was any good at guessing, the woman was gauging Amy, and seeing what she knew. She saw no need to withhold what she knew of the situation. For all she knew, they thought she was a moocher, or a scavenger. She could certainly look the part.
“Ami-Lee Westar,” said Amy, opening introductions, “you can call me Amy, or Millie, whatever suits your fancy. You with the Alliance?”
She most likely wasn't; Captain Harvelle and Brusiir were meticulous to the letter on details. They'd have informed the admiralty and everyone else that Amy was freelancing again, and was last seen at the Blasphemy, so they'd have known to expect her at least. So that left one other possibility: the nameless spacer was with her. He was supposed to captain the Blasphemy, last she checked.
From behind her legs, BB-Drunk poked its head out and studied the armoured woman, before its head rotated on its axis rapidly, then it warbled out a query.
“No,” said Amy, in answer to the tiny droid, “I don't think that will be necessary.”
She looked at the woman, “This droid is...a little faulty. Mind your step if he's around; geolocator's shot, and he tends to roll out of control into things.”
After a moment's thought, she added, “What happened to you?”
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Post by Ellie Ordo on Nov 27, 2017 8:35:26 GMT -8
*Ellie gave Amy a once over before reaching out with the force to search her feelings. There was no deceit in the woman's mind or her words.* "Alright Amy. I'm Ellie Ordo. No, I'm not with the Alliance."
*Ellie's attention fell on the small droid as it came rolling out of the ship. So she wasn't really alone, but the malfunctioning droid appeared harmless. Amy's last question caught Ellies attention again. It was also the main reason they were here.* "Yes, we were in a skirmish on Kessel. A few of the people I'm with were injured. Our captain was the one he brought us here before..." *Ellie stopped for a second and glanced back at the Spear. They really didn't have time for this. Fel was still badly injured and needed real medical attention. She turned back to Amy." "You wouldn't happen to know a doctor, would you?"
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Post by Ami-Lee Westar on Nov 27, 2017 20:40:39 GMT -8
Amy got the distinct impression that Ellie was a very intuitive woman. Judging by those scars and her battle-worn armour, she suspected that was probably what kept her alive all this time. Easing her hands away from her weapons, she took a more relaxed and welcoming stance, but froze when she heard that the woman had injured, and perhaps that was the reason why there weren't more of them coming out, because she was the only one able to walk? That couldn't be good.
"You're looking at one," said Amy, her demeanour changing to all business. "Who is the worst injured to the least?"
She stepped closer to Ellie, "The Blasphemy still has a functional sickbay. We can use it to treat the wounded."
She had the funny feeling she knew who their captain was. Based on what little Ellie was saying about how they got here...
And she still didn't know his blasted name!
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Post by Ellie Ordo on Nov 27, 2017 22:35:09 GMT -8
*So Amy was a doctor. That was..fortunate, at least that was one way to describe it.* "Our captain is the most injured. He's in the ships medbay. We'll bring him over." *Ellie took a couple steps back before turning towards the ship. As she climbed the loading ramp, she called out to Melia.* "I have good news for once. The woman out there is Ami-lee Westar, and she's a doctor. There's also a functioning sickbay on that CR-70. We just need to get Fel over there."
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