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| Havoc | Date: Tuesday, 22 Dec 2009, 1:13 PM | Message # 1 |
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| He leaned back in the chair in Isez's vessel. Twiddling with his thumbs, Havoc had begun to reflect on all what had transpired at the moment for him to arrive at this moment of time. Even though he was filled with rage, the deaths of those he had slaughtered ruthlessly at the cantina had no doubt struck a small blow to the Jedi's heart. Knowing that his dead wife was looking from above, he was very certain she was frowning at the moment. There was a point in the Jedi's life where such emotions did not exist; needless to say he was sometime hot headed in the middle of a battle. However when the time came for his wife to meet her fate, was when Havoc would unleash all he had. Perhaps he believed that every death he brought would bring his wife closer to him; but more so it was a fantasy tale that Havoc believed that their dead energies would be cycled to those that are worthy to lived. Havoc felt that his wife deserved another chance but life and fate did not work in such a way; and to be honest... neither did the force. So after he had time to reflect, The Jedi knew that nothing could bring his wife back, but there was that sense of holding onto that kept Havoc fighting with not only the enemy, but himself as well. So in a way, he could relate to Fajra and her men as they held onto Horrace's spirit; the way Havoc did his wife. As his eyes had begun to bring Havoc to his world of imagination his communication device went off. Sitting up forward, he turned it on and listened to the message. "Perfect." He thought to himself as he turned to GP. "Get the communications warmed up, plug into the following frequency." His barking voice ordered, and GP did the following. It was ready to transmit to another secure line. As of this moment all Havoc had to allow was for a minute of communication and his commlink would be tracked. Fortunately for him... Isez had the hookup of illegal equipment that would render such abilities useless... provided it did what he paid for. Once it was all set, Havoc brought the device to his mouth. "A pleasure... stand by." The commlink suddenly went dead and Havoc rose and went to the communication device and activated it. Now Havoc was speaking to Dannil from another device. "I apologize for the switch of frequencies... however my mission is a delicate one at best." Leaning back some, he took some air into his lungs and would speak. "I understand you to be one of Exar Ray's allies, which is why I am chosing to communicate with you freely Bo-Var. So you'll have to excuse me if I don't appear in the happiest of moods at the moment." Havoc grumbled and leaned in a bit closer. With his left hand he would point to Fajra and indirectly direct her to beat it quickly before he would get violent. His hand signals were enough said to show how much of importance this conversation was. Plugging in the portable headset, Havoc insured that his communication wasn't disrupted or eavesdropped upon. "My name is Havoc... I am a Jedi Knight from Dantooine. I was present when Exar Ray's monitors went haywire and he died in front of me. Right now... Dantooine is under the control of an overgrown slug." Anger within his voice would rise as he spoke of Jamie the Hutt. It was perhaps the most distasteful piece of information he had to speak. "And knowing Exar, he would not allow this to stand... so call it a crusade." Grinning some, he glanced at GP would stand guard behind of Havoc and use his sensors to see through the door. "Whether or not you want to realize it, the IMC was welcomed greatly on Dantooine... even I was tempted to acquire some of your... finer products for my home; I was surprised they didn't break on first contact with the ground... but regardless, I seek your help to end Jamie the Hutt's reign. Price? Simple... provide me with what I need, and I'll give you promises of secrecy of such aid... and when I have the planet... I will ensure it becomes neutral and the IMC can have whatever right they wish... as long as they are decent onces." There, he had just laid out everything on the table for he wasn't one for small talk. Plus politics weren't really his thing, so whoever was appointed Governor/Administrator could broker these deals. "Do we have a deal?"
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| Damon | Date: Tuesday, 22 Dec 2009, 5:19 PM | Message # 2 |
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| Damon settled down in his own seat.. back of the vessel, not the same location as his Commander, the Jedi Knight, or Isez, and one droid GP.. the feeling of unease settled around him, he smirked to his fellow soldlers, not bothering to starp in for their flight, he rose, taking long strides towards the cockpit of the vessel.. his eyes shifted to Fajra where she sat, and the detonator in her slender hand, as he peered in with a salute frist of course.. "Commander Merav, may I speak freely to you in private Ma'am, now that you blow up everything into a overcast of dust"... he stated.
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| Fajra_Merav | Date: Tuesday, 22 Dec 2009, 10:44 PM | Message # 3 |
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| Anger slashed across her face, her hazel eyes narrowed upon his finger and then settled upon his face. He wanted her to leave, but by doing so it was not winning him her loyalty. If the Commander and the Wolfe Pack's allegiance were important, then he shouldn't keep things from her. It was a mistake, one that she wouldn't easily let go. If it wasn't for Damon's interruption, the Commander would have ignored the Jedi's motion. Her eyes would speak for her, and without another word the Commander would take her leave. As she approached Damon, she returned his salute before clasping her hands behind her back. The detonator now cupped between both hands, while she directed him away from the cockpit. "I should have abandoned that depot a long time ago. The Wolfenstein and everything that went down with her...it was a long time ago. General Horrace, he's not coming back." she said flatly, while her memories drifted through her thoughts, like snowflakes on a cold winters day. I'm never going to dance again, the way I danced with you, she thought as she pulled a memory of Jon. Her memories lived within her dreams, but sometimes they found her when she was awake. She watched as their figures danced, lost to the music and the beating of their own hearts. It was the last time they would ever dance again. As the music dies, something in your eyes
Calls to mind a silver screen and all those sad goodbyes. "...their really gone. And no matter how many times I've said it to myself, I could not accept the truth and I never will. Even after the Wolfenstein...more campaigns," there was a pause of silence, before she continued and even then she did with restraint. "I don't care what that Jedi says of General Horrace, he did not know our General. To speak of Horrace's wishes to join the Republic...is the most blasphemous lie I've ever heard. As long as my heart beats, we will never abandon everything we have worked so hard to fight for. We will never join the Republic, or her allies. That being said, I will not acknowledge the Remnants allegiance to the Republic and therefore we will be branded as traitors. But it is not us who have betrayed our true selves, and those who wear the mask of lies will be revealed." Her words were not only for Damon's ears, but she addressed the pack as a whole. It had been awhile since she last spoke her mind, but she felt it was the right time. Fajra would then lead Damon aside, but not out of the privacy of their men. "What's on your mind Damon?"
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| Damon | Date: Wednesday, 23 Dec 2009, 1:21 PM | Message # 4 |
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| Damon frowned, something was going on in the cockpit, Fajra looked slightly frustrated in his eyes, even her return salute.. walking along with her away from the cockpit.. he came to halt waiting with patience to talk to her, he clasped his hands behind his back.. and stood in complete silence listening to her speech, word for word, as she addressed them all, she had his full attention as always along with the rest of the pack.. though he wouldn't question anything she just brought up speaking her mind.. everyone needed to rant or vent, you wouldn't be human if you didn't... He turned his gaze to Fayra, his expression serious of course, now that he had the chance to speak freely to her.. "Ma'am are we heading on a misson", came his frist question to her.. In case he had missed a briefing..
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| Baird | Date: Saturday, 26 Dec 2009, 0:27 AM | Message # 5 |
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| The Mandalorian just sat there at the cockpit while Havoc sat next to him. He had nothing to do, they had about two things in common, they wanted revenge for there wifes death and there both on a life long mission. He ignored about all of Havoc's words, mainly because it was easy for Isez to zone out and plot stuff in his head. He wasn't doing that at the time, instead he was thinking about what to do on the ice planet of Hoth. He'd have nothing to hunt, nothing to skin and it would be very boring. He sighed and almost fell over, he'd then snap out of hit and notice Havoc's hand motions. He smirked a bit then waited for the two to leave then he'd laugh slightly. "As ruthless a death its self." He'd chuckle then stand up pat Havoc on the shoulder and walk off into his quarters. Once he was there he'd remove his helmet, press the button to seal his door shut. His voice would then be heard throughout the ship. "Do not disturb me unless you want a hole where your face is..." The intercom would shut off then click back on. "Except for you Jedi.... You may enter my quarters... Also hollar if anything goes wrong." The ship would go quite, at least in his quarters.
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Liberator of the enthralled.
Damian Baird.
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| DannilBoVar | Date: Monday, 28 Dec 2009, 9:37 PM | Message # 6 |
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“Big talk,” Dannil comment, reflexively drumming his fingers on the table as he considered what was being said. “I appreciate the honesty that comes from a man of your position Master Jedi. Surely you realize that speaking so generally over the comm. isn’t the safest way to conduct business? I’m finishing up on Atrisia, so feel free to drop in and visit. Being an unaffiliated planet, it happens to serve the needs of a discreet location. Make sure you aren’t followed.” Dannil ended the comm. sighing to himself as he considered what he had implicated himself in. Should the InterGalactic Mining Core (fledgling that it was right now) aid in the Dantooine problem, then it would mean taking the limelight again, which served no purpose except to show the true face of the corporation. But, should Havoc succeed, and successfully separate from the Republic, than it served as the ideal beachhead. The only problem, was that Dantooine was in Imperial Space, and that meant that when Dantooine became independent, it would have to contend with the Remnant. Silently feuding over his options, Dannil paged the secretary to bring him another glass of whiskey, taking another sigh. Today is going to be a long day...
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| Havoc | Date: Monday, 28 Dec 2009, 10:25 PM | Message # 7 |
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| "Well sadly for you, it's your fault this is all happening." Havoc would mutter to himself as Dannil broke communication with Isez's vessel. Removing the headsets, he slammed it on the panel in sheer anger. "And it's your fricken fault that Dantooine suffers, you crapbag!!!" Havoc voice would no doubt roar throughout the entire vessel. Sighing some, he made a fist and banged on the panel as well, to add insult to injury. Turning around, he looked at GP. "Well... atleast we got a location." GP would nod and then return to his position to monitoring the channels, incase someone had managed to slice their way to into the comm security channel. Running his fingers through his hair, he rose to his feet. The memory of Fajra's little escapade as he instructed her to leave would not be forgotten either. The Jedi was indeed in anger right now, and there was only one way to help him get over it. "Get the intercom on." He said to GP, whom with a few flicks and taps of a switch would activate it. Handing a small microphone to Havoc, he quickly snatched it and spoke. "Now hear this, everyone get your butts to the cargo hold. I'm calling a meeting. And Fajra... I hope you have water to drink..." Dropping it on the panel, GP rose up and looked at him. "I take it you're going to have everyone share in this moment of glory you have just created for yourself?" All Havoc could do was shrug. "We got a location... that's more then acceptable to me. Come on, we got a meeting." Making a motion, Havoc and GP would exit the cockpit of the vessel, making their way to the cargo hold, where hopefully everyone was assembled. There was a price for everyone to pay... however their currency was all different. Some owed more... while others owed less.
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| Fajra_Merav | Date: Wednesday, 30 Dec 2009, 4:59 PM | Message # 8 |
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| "That's a good question, I suppose I didn't really address it. Oops, slipped my mind?" she pressed her fingertips to her lips, and looked thoughtful before answering his question. "Final destination Dantooine, not too sure if we're stopping along the way. We're going in to do what we do best. There's some fugly Hutt the Jedi wants dead, fine by me...those things reek anyways," her nose twitched at the thought. As Havoc's voice roared over the intercom, she glanced upward with a look that said she wasn't too thrilled. She returned her gaze to Damon, her eyes bright with curiousity "See you in the cargo hold." A few moments later, the Commander would poke her head through the doorway. Unfortunatly, the Commander only remembered the Whiskey. She bumped her hips into her men as she entered the cargo hold, while she waited for things to begin she took a few sips from her flask.
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| Damon | Date: Saturday, 02 Jan 2010, 11:15 AM | Message # 9 |
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| Damon arched a brow, as Baird voice sounded off over the ships intercom. ....do not disturb me unless you want a hole where your face is... Damon chuckled, finding it a amusing.. he glanced to Fajra listening to her, he sighed finding out the Jedi Knight wanted a Hutt dead, by the sounds of it this was a mission of vengeance maybe, it was then Havoc's voice roared throughout the whole vessel... Damon smirked it was obvious Havoc was in a rotten mood, and then came the announcement from the Jedi knight for them to all assemble in cargo hold.. he give Farja a nod to her I don't look thrilled expression, and branched forward into the cargo hold, crossing his arms over his chest, waiting with patience..
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| Baird | Date: Sunday, 03 Jan 2010, 2:53 AM | Message # 10 |
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| The Mandalorian arched a brow as Havoc's voice came over the intercom, he then shrugged figuring it was his droid. Instead of showing up in person he remained in his quaters, flipping a switch so a speaker would activate in the cargo hold. He'd say nothing but the speaker made a noise. He had to replace it. Eventually his voice was heard. "Speak Jedi." He then closed his eyes and sat back into his chair in his quarters. Even tho he wasn't there he was there. Not in person but there some how.
Commander in the Grand Army of the Republic (Former)
Friend of the oppressed.
Liberator of the enthralled.
Damian Baird.
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| Havoc | Date: Sunday, 03 Jan 2010, 12:26 PM | Message # 11 |
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| They quickly advanced through the inside of the vessel, making their way to the cargo hold. As Havoc entered, he'd turn to the door and extend his hand. Calling upon the force, he'd use it's power to shut the door, moving his arm down towards the floorboards as he did such. With the door shut, his attention would turn towards everyone. Their looks at him only made him more annoyed; Havoc wasn';t one for looks, which is why he kept his briefs quick and to the point. However being that there were Imperials working with the Jedi, Havoc would no doubt open up the door for a quick Questions and Answering process. Clearing his voice, he started. "Let's get to things..." He would first mention as he crossed his arms and begun looking at everyone individually in their eyes. "Instead of going to Hoth... we are going to be switching courses." His eyes fixed up at the speakers at the ceiling. "Copy that you lazy Mandalorian?" The Jedi couldn't help but smirk a little as his attention drifted back to the personnel in the cargo hold. "Consider this your actual brief, so anything you may or may not have been informed by your commander is hereby void and inaccurate." A grin came upon Havoc's face as he faced towards her. Havoc had the feeling that Fajra had just been telling her men only a portion of the story thus far, so it was his chance to get things right. "Atrisia is our new destination... we'll be visiting a friend of mine. His corporation is big on Military surplus, so we'll be able to get what we need from him... and them some." Behind him, GP would lower a screen and then the projection was powered up and the inside interior of the vessel was displayed. Taking a side step to the left, Havoc's attention was directed towards the board. "When we land... I will suspect someone will attempt to plant something on this vessel... so as a precaution, this is my plan as to who will be where and doing what." GP would hit a switch and suddenly the inside would show first. Red dots would be displayed, 5 to be exact and it showed their route... no doubt the patrols. "5 of you will remain on the inside and patrol the vessel as myself, GP, Isez... and of course Fajra visit with my friend." His eye direction turned towards the speakers and to Fajra, then back to the board. "Patrol one will guard the cockpit area in towards the escape pods and the door that leads to the area. I must express that if something doesn't look right, then you are to investigate and call it in for further instructions... but I doubt much will happen here. Moving on." Havoc pointed to another dot. "Patrol 2 will simply guard the top and lower turrets. Make sure these things are left in their condition, and if anyone requests to work on it, you'll watch them and make sure they don't pull anything funny. If someone is around the bottom turret, you'll watch them... same for the top. Next." The 3rd dot was pointed to. "Patrol 3 will guard the area around the turret ladders. It will include from the hallway leading to the cockpit towards the personal areas. Just keep an eye out incase. Almost there." He pointed to the 4th patrol. "Second to last, Patrol 4 will guard the cargo hold and routine to the engines. Focus on the engines more but also on the cargo hold. If someone is around, feel free to watch them. Then... last but not least." The final dot was pointed to... Patrol 5. "You will be prone the whole time as you guard the ramp as to who enters and who exits. As someone enters, the outside patrol will call it up to you and you'll stand up and acknowledge them, then remaining standing as they are on board. Then as they leave, you'll go prone yet again. And as for Patrol 5... you will be the extra man sort to speak. If any of the patrols need help, you'll report to them. Keep a few meters back to see out of the ramp, but also not be seen yourself." Havoc looked directly as Damon. "Being the most responsibly next in line, you'll be Patrol 5. But don't worry... I'll hook you up so you don't cramp up." Smirking a little, the screen slipped to the outside of the vessel. "As I leave with my team, the rest of you will remain on patrol outside the vessel. Hug the vessel but give yourself some room to manuever around a bit. Being outside, either cover your armor, ditch it, spray paint it... something." He rubbed his forehead. "We don't want to give the impression we're invading or delivering an ultimatium." His glance returned to the dots moving around the vessel. "You all will have a somewhat easier time, however I must point out that someone remain somewhat close to the ramp and act as a waiter and call it up Damon so he doesn't kill someone who isn't a threat. The rest of you." He glanced towards them this time. "I must stress that you watch this vessel closely. This isn't a time for grabass or fittle sticks. There are people after us and if they find us, they will do whatever they can. So unless they present proper creditials, they arn't getting on board. If someone is on top of the vessel, you climb up there with them too. If someone is on the bottom, you get under there with them. Prove to me you're capible of keeping the vessel secured." The projector finally turned off and Havoc pushed the board aside, it crashing against the wall. "Now as for me and crew, you all are acting as my escorts. I'll be the only talking and you all keep your eye open." He looked at Fajra. "Any questions?"
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| Fajra_Merav | Date: Sunday, 03 Jan 2010, 4:20 PM | Message # 12 |
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| One moment the Commander was grinning, wiping whiskey from her lips with the back of her hand, and the next she was the Commander. Her smile and whiskey bitten cheeks faded, replaced by a stoic expression. She waited for their complete silence and when she had it, her lips parted to speak. "Pax on Patrol One, Donny Patrol Two, Julies Patrol Three, Corvin Patrol Four and Damon Patrol Five. Denton, Jaden, Netheniel, Savitar, Julian, Kasten, Emmette, Bri'en, Zac and Embry, you've got the outside of the vessel. If you have to take care of something, do so quietly" she warned, this wasn't a regular day with the 13th Legion. When she was finished, she turned her attention to Havoc. Dark hazel eyes settled upon his face, but they held little emotion. It was normally easy to read her thoughts, her eyes and facial expressions were like an open book, but at times she knew when to close it. "I'm sure I'll know in time, but I'm curious. If You, Imez and I go in there, we look like we're up to no good, and I know I'm always up to no good...but what do you have in mind for blending in?"
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| Damon | Date: Monday, 04 Jan 2010, 1:15 AM | Message # 13 |
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| Damon listened to the briefing, a dark frown crossed his expression, him and his fellow troopers were to stay behind to baby sit the ship, a disappointment they would be staying out of the action of the mission, the four were taking.. he cursed under his breath, expressing his anger to himself, though it wouldn't show on the expression of his face.. he give a simply nod to Havoc.. with the briefing coming to a end, he had nothing better to do, but to return to his seat, befor taking his leave, he glanced to Fajra while she too spoke to them, with final orders.. she to received a simply nod from Damon.. he turned and disappeared out of their sight, back to his seat..
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| Baird | Date: Wednesday, 06 Jan 2010, 5:31 AM | Message # 14 |
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| His smirk was heard in the cargo hold. The smirk was from the Lazy Mandalorian comment. "I've been fighting my whole life, so you'll have to excuse me if I feel like I can REST in my own damn ship." He laughed slightly and listened to the plan, it all seemed to work out flawlessly except for one thing. "The Girl brings up a good point... I mean I can barely walk around a civilized system with out some one getting scared of me, let alone calling the authorities. Thinking I'm up to no good. Which I'm always doin." He sighed a bit and began to think how they would go approach the situation. "I'll be in the cockpit if you need me Jedi." He'd then stand up, smack a button on the panel and exit his private quarters, he'd then press another button releasing a cage. He had his very own Guard dog. A Dwarf Kath Hound. It kept Isez's room safe when he wasn't there. The door would then close and lock its self. He headed to the cockpit. For the first time with out his helmet. He'd sit down in the cockpit and open up a comm from his room to the Cargo hold so he could hear them.
Commander in the Grand Army of the Republic (Former)
Friend of the oppressed.
Liberator of the enthralled.
Damian Baird.
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| Havoc | Date: Sunday, 10 Jan 2010, 12:04 PM | Message # 15 |
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| After everyone was dismissed from the meeting and everyone knew what position they were going to take up, Havoc looked at Fajra and nodded some. "Funny you should ask that... GP and I do have something for you to blend in..." Turning to face his robotic friend, the droid would unroll a simple suit, but as GP opened up the jacket, several holsters were displayed. "You can pack some heat, and when the time comes it is easily accessible. And the best thing... is that it can't be seen on the outside." Reaching for the jacket, Havoc would walk over and grip it with his hand and would give it to Fajra and place it over her shoulder. "This will be your attire. Roll your hair back in a bun and put on the fake eyeglasses in the coat pocket. Carry on the most accurate weapons you have." He leaned in closer and nodded. "Thing may get very sticky when we arrive there... I need you alert." Leaning back, he turned to GP. "Get Damon's prone set all set up at the ramp area. I'll go to the cockpit and get us towards the planet." GP nodded some and would proceed away. Waiting a few seconds, Havoc would proceed to the cockpit and take a seat in the co-pilot chair. "As for you, my fine friend. You will find a suit with wrist inserts. And what I mean by wrist inserts is that you'll be able to place your fancy gadgets safely inside the wrists of the jacket." Havoc begun to mess around with the controls a bit, and lifted the hyperspace lever up to bring the vessel out of hyperspace. Facing the vessel the right way, he'd program the coordinates given to him. He turned to Isez. "Best part about it, is that it's built with a material that breaks up the images and makes it appear normal... but don't get too distracted by it." Once the coordinates were ready, Havoc would shoot the vessel back into hyperspace. "Pick one weapon to take with you... just in case." He then leaned back in the chair. The vessel would beep several hours later and Havoc would wake up from his slumber. Gripping for the controls, he begun to prepare to bring the vessel out of hyperspace. After his small countdown, he lifted the lever up and the vessel would exit hyperspace. Atrisia now laid in front of them and once the vessel broke into the planet itself, GP would have arrived into the cockpit after assembling the device. Turning to him, Havoc nodded. GP took the command and begun to signal the IMC on whatever channel it could detect. "Attention IMC, this is the VIP that spoke with Dannil Bo-Var. We request landing coordinates and permission, over."
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