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Post by Taaru Masako on Aug 30, 2010 14:27:27 GMT -5
He nods, answering Jet's question regarding his foreknowledge of the wizardry Lilith had managed in determining Freedon's possible base of operations.
"Everything we've gleaned so far has been sent back to Centerpoint. It's really not for us to decide on what happens next...or...at least....not for me. You're the Diktat, you can supersede military orders. But I imagine that the next step will be to send a ship on an intelligence gathering mission....and considering the time frame, it will probably be one of the Prowlers that recently finished up sea trials. If that's the case, we should be getting a lot of data back within the next few weeks."
He looks up from his datapads and reading material, absent-mindedly shuffling these into some sort of order as he subconsciously realizes that he has a guest.
"I think it's in our best interests to start early with Freedon. He's a huge unknown in an already complicated equation, and we can use anything we can get to help quantify how he's going to affect the current situation."
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Post by Jet Almeara on Aug 31, 2010 20:28:39 GMT -5
Jet frowned at him slightly and then sighed, sure she could step in and say no - which might be the prudent thing to do, but she was also on the verge of reforming a Corellia that might no longer need her (much as that necessary evil pained her) and well..every parent has to let their children fly someday right? Besides she did in fact want to know where he was, what he'd come back with and possibly what he was doing way out there in the middle of nowhere, and she could hardly have gone herself right now. Though it should have been her.
"Your opinion on what should be done does hold some leverage you know" She told him dryly. If Jet ever listened to anyone - which admittedly was not one of her strong suits - she did tend to pay attention to what he told her. Sometimes. Running a hand through her hair she glanced out the window before looking back "In any case, short of going out there myself a Prowler was the best option, I advised caution and discretion - but I do want to have some idea about what he's up to out there.I doubt he'll be much of a problem on this mission, I honestly think our run in at Rendilli was simply wrong place wrong time on our parts...but it's good to have a heads up regardless."
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Post by Taaru Masako on Sept 4, 2010 13:23:57 GMT -5
"Then we're agreed," he says as a way of ending that thread of the conversation. There wasn't much point belly-aching about it further until whatever ship CENTCOM sent reported back...at the very least, it would be a week down the road before that happened...
Finished with contemplating Freedon's possible return, he focuses attention again on his sandwich.
"So," he says through bites, sipping from the glass of water he already had at a bedside table," It looks like captain Galor is intent on this Coruscant fly-by......I was wondering what your take on it was..."
He waves off an approaching nurse, who undoubtedly was going to ask him what he wanted for lunch. Spotting both a dismissive Taaru and the food he was already eating, she smiles and makes herself scarce once more.
"I also haven't seen much of Erika. I get the sense that she's not a big fan of hospitals..."
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Post by Jet Almeara on Sept 6, 2010 7:31:29 GMT -5
"That would be putting it mildly, she's practically phobic of them. She was still young when things were a bit more explosive in the DJO world, I guess she just saw one to many people die or lay terribly wounded in them." Hell she probably hadn't helped much in that regard, Jet recalled waking up in the medbay to find them all relieved that she had done so several times. That had been the life of a DJO back then however - how sad was it that she sometimes - no scratch that - practically always wished for those times back. How nice it would feel to have them all back again? To know that always no matter what there were people out there to save you, to fight with you or for you as the circumstances dictated and who would keep going if and when you did inevitably fall. Instead of now..when she all to often felt adrift, alone and loosing an uphill battle.
Those thought would quickly leaver her into a depressive state of drinking and moping however and she was glad for another concept to focus upon, seizing the opportunity before her depressing thoughts gained to much purchase and ruined what had so far been a good visit.
"Captain Galor is very intent on following predetermined mission plans to the T - unless and I quote 'circumstance's dictate a need to rethink them'. In any case I'm not to worried about the fly-by, Faustus can make mincemeat out of practically any ship in their aging fleet...and you know how much I enjoy thumbing my nose at them, even if they don't know I'm doing it."
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Post by Taaru Masako on Sept 11, 2010 16:25:59 GMT -5
His chuckles fade into a grunt and a wince, a hand gingerly clutching his side.
"Jet, you're killing me, literally..." he pauses, letting the pain subside. "But I'm glad you're on board with this detour. The last thing I wanted was for you to butt heads with the captain, and yet here I am watching that scenario unfold. Personally, I'm sort of excited to see the numbers we get back, both from the stealth diagnostics and from traffic at triple zero."
He manages another bite of his sandwich, only to realize that the conversation has hit a dead end. This was not necessarily a rare thing between Jet and himself, but he nevertheless tried to avoid eye contact while he mulled the thing he meant to ask her...the thing he was afraid to ask her.
But eventually, that little brazen part of him, which was thoroughly unaffected by cerebral trauma, won out.
"Jet, I wanted to talk to you about-"
He is interrupted by a shudder throughout the ship, the stress on the superstructure evident by a low rumble echoing through the halls: the Faustus had re-entered realspace.
[Thread continues in Space>>Coruscant thread]
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