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Gretch was working furiously as perspiration dotted his brow. Despite this he seemed to be in his element and relishing the challenge. “There it’s done. It may take a few minutes to get a reply. You want a cup of caff?”

Merlidan shook her head, “Nah caffeine will only give me a buzz of energy and I really don’t need it.”

Gretch grinned, “From that message you sent I’m not surprised.”

Merlidan’s hands fidgeted with the hem of her shirt as she waited nervously. She had sent a message to the Jedi telling of their situation and the need for reinforcements. She hoped a response would come through soon as she had no idea how long Ostace would last against the Sith minions.

At the thought of Ostace she quickly buzzed his com, she received a clipped "Report."

"Message is sent, awaiting reply," she told simply.

Gretch returned sipping from his steaming mug. “Something has got the security thugs entertained. They’re all heading for the main entrance.”

“Do you have a security feed in that area?” Merlidan asked.

Gretch’s fingers caressed the keys before him and a live feed was shown. Ostace was elegantly defending himself with what appeared to be little effort. However a Sith soldier had managed to somehow get behind him.

“Ah the Sith and the Jedi, forever locked in battle.” Gretch said seeming more amusing than Merlidan would have liked.

Merlidan was so focussed on the screen that she didn’t hear the door behind them hiss open.

“Oh by the way, I told security you were here.” Gretch said as Merlidan was wretched out of her seat and dragged from the room.


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Merlidan let out a sigh. She was an employee and that would grant her certain access. However if one of the security droids scanned her face they’d soon realise that she was an intruder.

There was one benefit she had: a friend on the inside. “Gretch, are you working today?” she asked via her comlink.

A tired male voice came back, “Yeah where else would I be?”

Merlidan held back a chuckle. “Guess where I am?”

“No idea,” came the response.

“I’m in the building with you.” She said and waited for a reply.

There was a pause, “Dare I ask how you got in?”

“Let’s just say I don’t have a pass and I’m hoping you’ll come to my rescue.” Merlidan said as she stepped further into the shadows of the empty office behind her.

A laugh came over the comm., “Sure this place has been crawling with agitated jerks. It’d be nice to see someone who won’t sneer at me for breathing.”

Merlidan quickly relayed her whereabouts to Gretch and sincerely hoped that he wouldn’t call security on her. He wasn’t that closer friend.

Five minutes later Gretch came to her rescue. He had an ID tag in hand, “This is my off-sider’s pass. You’re not too dissimilar in looks. It should fool the fleshies but I doubt it’ll fool the droids.”

“Fleshies? I think you’ve been working with machines for too long,” Merlidan said as she clipped the ID in place.

Gretch shrugged, “So where to?”

Merlidan hesitated, “I need to send a message off-world.”

Gretch scratched his balding head, “Hmm, that could be tricky. The boss man said no unnecessary communications.”

“Great,” Merlidan muttered.

“However,” Gretch said with a grin, “I could patch through a text only message via the holonet.”

Merlidan grinned, “Fabulous, let’s try that.”

Deciding they’d be less conspicuous on foot, Merlidan and the Jedi left the opportunity to take a speeder behind.

The communications relay centre or CRC, was located in a building a block away from the office in which Merlidan worked. It was guarded by humans and droids alike. The security droids were a recent addition, Trask had justified the heavier security was needed due to the Kubaz threat.

The pair had only travelled for a minute before they came across an angry group, “Jedi! That traitor needs to pay! He’s a Kubaz lover!”

The angry mob was so intent on Ostace that Merlidan had the perfect opportunity to ditch him. She took two slow steps backwards. Ostace didn’t turn, “Where are you going?” he said only loud enough for her to hear.

Merlidan mentally shook herself. Where was she going? It wasn’t like her to go back on her word. She had said she’d take Ostace to the CRC and that’s what she would normally do.

“I’ll attack from behind,” she said in quiet response.

“No need,” Ostace replied as he gathered the Force to him and unleashed a wave that knocked all of the mob members back. He grabbed her hand, “Now we run.”

At the Jedi’s touch all thoughts of betraying him melted away. That sense of peace and tranquillity returned. “Is there something affecting the people?” she queried as they ran.

“You’re very astute,” Ostace replied, “Yes, there is a concentration of dark side energy in this area.”

“Do you know what caused it?” Merlidan said as they continued to dodge angry people.

“Yes,” Ostace replied but didn’t elaborate.

Merlidan understood, she had almost left him to an angry mob, there was no reason he should trust her. She decided to help give him a reason, “There’s heavy security at the CRC. It’s a mixture of human and droid patrols.”

“Any idea of numbers?” Ostace asked as they continued their dash.

Merlidan frowned, “Lots.”

Merlidan ground her teeth and lowered her blaster, although she didn’t let go. She turned as instructed. The being shouting the orders was not one she recognised. To be honest she wasn’t sure if he was humanoid or cyborg. What she did know, was that he was holding her at blaster point.

“Okay, I’ve done as asked. What’s the deal?” Merlidan growled.

Before the male dressed in a mismatch of Tusken and Mandalorian attire could comment, his blaster was wretched out of his hand by an invisible force. Merlidan corrected herself, it had been done with the Force.

“We don’t have time for this,” Ostace said as he Force pushed the oddly attired male aside.

Merlidan was a little annoyed that the push wasn’t more violent. It simply shoved the male out of the way.

“You,” Ostace said as he grabbed Merlidan’s arm. “Lead us out of here.”

Merlidan considered telling him to go jump but with a bunch of itchy trigger fingers, not only amongst the Kubaz soldiers but also the razed up human colonists, she really didn’t have a lot of choice. “I’m going to be so popular,” she muttered as she took the lead.

“Can she be trusted?” the Kubaz Queen asked the Jedi in her own language. Barulian had immediately placed himself between the Queen and Merlidan.

“I sense much turmoil in this one. However her heart is in the right place,” he said quietly, yet Merlidan still heard him. Little did she know that he’d actually mentally communicated with the queen, he’d only spoken out loud for her benefit.

Merlidan decided to take the least well travelled route she knew of. She was about to step into a cross road when Ostace held her back. “There are a number of hostiles that way. We need to go around.”

“Is anywhere clear?” Merlidan asked with less irritation.

The Jedi gave an affirmative nod, “East is clear for now.”

“Fine,” Merlidan said as she once again took the lead. As she moved she thought of a way to speed up their trip.

“Ostace,” she called quietly.

“Call me Genn,” he said as he quickened his pace to match hers.

She decided to ignore his attempt at being friendly. “There’s a speeder repair shop two blocks over. It might be wise to borrow a speeder to make a hasty retreat.”

Merlidan waited for Ostace to pass the message to the Queen but he simply looked at her before she nodded in what Merlidan could only assume was confirmation.

Jedi mind tricks, Merlidan thought to herself. Perhaps it was best to make nice with the Jedi.

They arrived at the street corner near the speeder repair shop only to see the proprietor angrily stalking his grounds muttering, “Filthy Kubaz ain’t taking my speeders. No way, no how, I ain’t going out of business due to that scum.”

“I say we kill him,” Barulian growled in Kubazian. He had some understanding of basic.

Having no idea what Barulian said, Merlidan leant back to comment to Ostace, “That’s Yodd Nix. He’s about as pleasant as a half starved rancor.”

“I’ll deal with it,” Ostace said as he stepped forward.


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Without warning the spaceport’s status changed and klaxons blared, “Colony under attack, colony under attack.”

Merlidan rubbed her temples, “Perfect timing.”

The audio continued the updated, “Colony at war with Kubaz, lethal force authorised.”

Merlidan stared in shock at both Drymes and the crew members before her. “I thought we were supposed to be getting a peace treaty not a war.”

Drymes shrugged, “Well at least we don’t have to pretend to like the Kubaz now.” Merlidan was somewhat disturbed by his underlying enthusiasm.

With quick steps Merlidan made it to the main entrance of the space port and saw that the colony’s human inhabitants were already scurrying about with weapons drawn. “Fabulous, I bet there will be more deaths from friendly fire than anything.”

Drymes was at her side peering at the scene before them. “You go find out what our orders are. I’ll stay here and guard the crew for questioning.”

Merlidan glared at Drymes’ audacity to give orders, but under the circumstances she decided to roll with it. “Fine, but don’t let them out of your sight.”

“Yes ma’am,” Drymes said with the shadow of a smirk.

Merlidan palmed her blaster and headed out into the melee. The office was her destination and she sincerely hoped that she didn’t get shot on her way there.


The Queen was able to compose herself after her shock at being thrown against a wall by a human that had no right to utilise the Force. The Jedi Master was on their side for now and she wasn’t about to jeopardise the fragile alliance.

Her five remaining soldiers rallied around her determined to protect her from the violence that was building. The klaxon sounded and the warning went out. “We must hurry,” Queen Drenade said as they picked up their pace to a run.

Blaster bolts were fired in their general direction. Ostace deflected those bolts that were within the reach of his lightsabre.

As they rounded a corner they came face to face with a blonde human woman with a blaster pistol in her hand.

Barulian was set to fire but the Jedi pushed his arm down. “Merlidan, please don’t fire.”

The human woman paused and her grip on her blaster pistol relaxed slightly. “I won’t fire if you don’t shoot at me,” she conceded.

Queen Drenade felt some relief but they were hardly out of the woods.


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Hmm do you think we should tint the windows fluro yellow or highlighter green?


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Hmm Mrs Fett, I think I need me one of those wink


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Come on, surely his name was Bob and he wanted something more fancy tongue


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I heard a call sign the other day I liked: Slag.

It stands for: Screams Like A Girl

It was for a figher pilot that screamed in excitement every time he flew. tongue


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Hmm, I wonder if that's a spelling error tongue


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**No problem, Sev. I created the Queen so I'll roll with it for the meantime.**

With a regal nod, she turned and introduced herself. "I am Ka’Bae Drenade, queen of the Kubaz of Balkest."

Again the protocol droid translated, this time into basic.

Queen Drenade noticed that her soldiers were as eager as Mr Heyurk's to fight. Despite her own patient nature, the Queen could feel her own hackles rising slowly. She turned to the Jedi for reassurance. The droid translated his words, "I am Jedi Master Genn Ostace. I have already heard some background from Mr Heyurk. Your majesty, I'd appreciate hearing your side of things."

The Queen gave a slow nod of understanding, then she began. "When I first came to this planet there was only the indigenous creatures living here. I had left my own planet due to the lack of territory for a fledgling queen. I had a handful of family with me by that time, my mate and the first six of our children."

She paused as the droid translated. She saw the human leader snort and had to reach out a calming hand to Barulian who understood the human’s reaction as one of disdain. Barulian bristled but did not move to further action.

“We lived in harmony with the planet for two years. Then the first ship landed. The occupant was not human, I believe he was a Zabrak, but I cannot be certain as humanoid species often look too much alike for our eyes.” The Queen said as she shot the human leader a look down her long snout.

The human leader made a comment that the protocol droid translated before the Jedi could intervene. “Yeah well you insects look all the same to us, especially when crushed.”

Barulian was on his feet before the Queen could stop him. “You filthy scum are the cancer of the galaxy!” he snarled.

The Jedi stood with outstretched arms, “Stop,” he commanded both parties, “We’re here to negotiate peace, not start more conflict.”

The Queen stood and gave Barulian a meaningful look. He bowed his head and returned to his place without a word needing to be said. Queen Drenade knew that his anger was still simmering beneath the surface. “Shall I continue?” she asked the Jedi.

Ostace placed his hands in the sleeves of his tunic, “Please,” he said with a respectful tilt of his head.

The Queen took a deep breath, “The Zabrak landed away from our settlement. He did not see our landing pad as he arrived from the opposite direction. We knew of his presence for several weeks before he finally realised he was not alone on Balkest.”

“Was he hostile?” Ostace asked.

She shook her head, “No. He said he had come searching. It was hard to communicate with him as his astronomical droid was limited in languages it could translate. From what we understand, he was looking for a site for the human miners. But he said his real hope was to locate some Bith trinkets.”

Mr Heyurk rolled his fingers, clenching his hands into fists. “This is nonsense. The Bith aren’t interested in this planet.”

Ostace waved his comments aside. “Please hold your comments until the Queen is finished.”

Queen Drenade was starting to like the Jedi as he was clearly more hospitable than the human colonists. “The human colonists arrived shortly after our contact with the Zabrak. He stayed on for a while and one day approached us with excitement. He claimed to have found a trinket. He showed us a ring with a large obsidian stone set in claws. It was an ugly piece yet it was strangely captivating.”

With a sigh the Queen continued, “It was only four days later that the Zabrak was killed in a mining accident. I thought nothing of it at the time. We have had tunnel collapses of our own due to the nature of the soil here. The only oddity was that the Zabrak’s disposition had turned nasty before his demise. However what I do find interesting is that Mr Heyurk appears to be wearing the same ring the Zabrak once had.”

**As you guessed the ring is a Sith artifact. It is one of five. It has some darkside power but nothing compared to the combination of all five rings...**


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Vaulting over a few crates, Merlidan ran to the security locker near the control booth. With some awkwardness she managed to shoulder a rocket launcher.

Drymes was quickly by her side, “Isn’t that a little on the overkill side?”

Merlidan was busy priming the launcher. “Depends on what they’re trying to get away with.”

“What if they’re innocent?” Drymes pointed out.

“If they’re innocent, why are they running?” Merlidan shot back.

“Point taken,” Drymes replied, “But let us act a little more subtly.”

Drymes aimed his own blaster pistol and found one of the few weak points on the ship, its refueling nozzle. With only two blasts he managed to ignite a small fire which would make the ship’s emergency systems kick in and stop it from taking off.

Merlidan smiled despite herself, “Nicely done, Drymes.”

The ship landed with an audible thump. The trio of crew members quickly emerged, “What did you do that for?” The Duro demanded.

“You were taking off without permission,” Drymes said forcefully.

“Hey we thought the ship was on auto remote, we didn’t start the engines.” The Duro replied with an edge of fury to his voice.

Merlidan didn’t believe him but didn’t say as much, “If you didn’t activate the ship, then who did?”


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I have a running joke with a friend of mine of how we'd badly pimp a car worth $500. Funnily enough I found a car for sale online for $450.


Here are some of our ideas. Please feel free to add to it:

My friend's ideas:

- It needs to be spray painted gold. The streakier the finish, the better. Maybe nail polish?
- The bonnet needs to be replaced with a LCD screen of equal size. Who needs a motor when you can have a DVD player?
- Those head lights look a bit shabby. We should replace them strobe lights. The cool kids at King Street McDonalds will think we're cool, too.
- Obviously it needs to be lowered.
- We'll also need to source rims that are so awesome, we'll feel compelled to attach the spare tyre (with rim) to the roof as a display of our awesomeness.
- Anything that moves will need a spinner attached.
- The horn should be replaced with an iPhone that plays Snoop Dogg at the press of a button.
- ProSound will hook us up with some phat bass coz they're our mate, mates.
- Entry to the car will require a six bling minimum. Anyone attempting to enter the car with less bling will be effed up by our cousin, Steve-o, who has recently been released from prison. He's an innocent "concreter". The cops are out to get him. He's got the best rates around. (So, we'll need to source a "Steve-o" as well. ProSound can probably help us out)

My additional ideas:
- Flames up the side, because we all know that makes the car go faster and look fully sick
- Pink shag pile carpet as it'll just look so awesome with the paint job
- A stereo that costs at least 8 times more than what the car is worth, even with all these totally awesome additions
- Chrome door handles inside and out, it doesn't matter if they burn the skin off your hands in summer, coolness has no bounds
- Low profile tyres that are practically non-existent as we can't take away from the choice mags with spinners
- Extra gages on the dash, we don't need to know what they mean, they just need to glow in the dark
- We must have the biggest rear spoiler ever made and it needs to be carbon fibre, wouldn't want to weigh the car down with any excess weight
- A chrome exhaust that is so big you could fit a rock melon up it if you so wished - maybe it should shoot flames too, that'd be rad


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**I have amended for you, just wanted a confrontation.**

LMAO so funny. What about:

Strong in the pants am I, but not that strong.

Pants accepted Captain Needa.

Your father's pants, an elegant weapon for a more civilized age.

Leia: I love pants. Han: I know.

Mos Eisley pants. You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. We must be cautious.


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Agreed, Boba is a lot harder personality wise than Jango. I can't imagine him getting close to anyone (despite the newer SW novels claiming he had family - bah).

Besides I can't imagine Boba ever sub-contracting someone to do a job for him like Jango did with Zam Wesel. That doesn't really give a being great rep if they don't fulfill the job themselves.


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Is it just me or does Boba look like he has a more feminine form - small waist tongue


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**Thankfully the boy is home now and a lot better.**

Merlidan and Drymes walked down the boarding ramp only. It didn't take them long to find the bodies of the security detail. "Are any alive?" Merlidan asked as she checked the two guards nearest to her.

Drymes shook his head, "Doesn't look like it. We should get the clean up droids over."

Merlidan nodded, "Yeah sounds like a good idea."

Drymes got on his comm and notified the Emergency Team. "They're on their way."

"We need to detain that ship," Merlidan started to say. However the engines suddenly burst to life. "What the..."

"They don't have clearance," Drymes said without conviction.

Merlidan ran to the port side control both. She slammed her fist down on the bay doors locking system. The first pair of doors was closed, the blast doors however were slowly closing. Somehow Merlidan had a feeling they weren't going to be fast enough.

Merlidan grabbed her own comm, "Security fighters get prepped, we have have a rogue freighter about to bust free of the docking bays."

**Sorry guys, I'm not going to be able to post for a couple of days. My son is in hospital so I'm going to be a bit busy. I'll be back as soon as he's well. Ta, Mel.**


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A pair of Duros and a shabby looking human female, with a vicious scar running down the side of her face, waited for Merlidan in the cockpit. The taller of the Duros was first to speak, “Greetings human, what seems to be the problem?”

“This is a customary check of your ship. The company is also curious as to why you’ve added an extra fee to the already agreed upon tender.” Merlidan told as she crossed her arms.

“Ah that,” the Duros said as he threw a glare at the human. “My new Accounts Officer is somewhat confused about our invoicing system. I assure you will we amend our records.”

Merlidan gave a stiff nod, “Be sure you do. In the meantime we’ll need to search your ship.”

The Duros took a step forward, “You’re associate, Mr Drymes, has already performed this duty.”

Merlidan smiled politely, “He didn’t follow the correct procedure. I’m sorry for the delay.”

The Duros seemed to huff in his own alien way. Merlidan also got the impression that the human crew member was not a companion of their choosing.

Merlidan was about to start the inspection, however Drymes’ comm suddenly burst to life. “Alert 15, Alert 15.”

Drymes looked at Merlidan, “Tell me that’s not what I think it is.”

Merlidan rolled her eyes, “You know as well as I do, Alert 15 means we have blaster fire in the hanger.” Turning to the ship’s crew, “You stay onboard your ship. Nobody leaves until this is over.”


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Merlidan had called in security as soon as she caught wind of what Drymes had said. There was no doubt in her mind that the scumbag was in on whatever was going down.

The sound of booted feet headed her way was a comforting sound. Feeling empowered by the backup, Merlidan made her way towards Drymes. “So have you searched the ship?” she asked, pretending that she didn’t hear his conversation with his contact.

Drymes smiled and tried to look reassuring. “Yes ma’am, I couldn’t find anything that shouldn’t be there.”

Merlidan held back her contempt. “Show me where you’ve looked.”

A few fine beads of perspiration dotted Drymes’ forehead. “The crew won’t be happy.”

“They can live with it, they’re on Balkest after all.” Merlidan said as she stormed up the gangway. She paused only when she heard some muffled conversation behind her. But now was not the time to check it. She needed to search the ship.

Merlidan made it to her office without any further distractions. As promised the invoice was awaiting her on her personal terminal. As the norm, Merlidan checked the invoice with the tender.

A frown lingered on her face as she called Drymes. “This invoice has an extra charge that we didn’t agree to.”

“Really?” Drymes replied with a touch of falseness to his voice.

“Yes it is asking for a danger payment of one thousand credits.” Merlidan said with annoyance, “Personally I don’t understand there being any danger in carting freighter replacement parts. They weren’t exactly travelling on unknown spacer lanes.”

“It’s probably a mistake, should I ask them?” Drymes replied.

“Hmph,” Merlidan replied, “I suggest you take a security detail with you and sweep their cargo hold. It sounds like they may have brought extra cargo of the illicit kind.”

Drymes voice sounded a little strained, “Oh I don’t think we need to go to those measures.”

Merlidan snorted and muted the comm, “You’re in on it, aren’t you scumbag?” Instead she said to him. “Fine I’ll come down there and check it myself.”

“Sure, that’ll be fine.” Drymes replied sounding less strained.

Merlidan ended the connection. “Why do I get the impression this is going to get nasty?” She opened her desk drawer and removed her blaster pistol and tucked it into the side of her boot, then shifted her pant leg into place to cover the slight bulge.

With a fast pace, Merlidan made it to the docks only to see Drymes talking rapidly on his comm..


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Yeah Miba I agree with you. I remember when Ep II came out I was so disappointed that Boba was in it. I thought it totally ruined the mystery of his character.

I also refuse to believe the he would have a family of his own. In my opinion he would have seen that as a weakness and point to exploit. As you say, fan fics that somehow got published... *sigh*

Merlidan could have cursed herself as her the toe of her boot came into contact with an empty soda can. The telltale tink tink gave away her presence to the Jedi. He turned and seemed less than surprised.

“Why hello there,” he said pleasantly.

Merlidan gave a slight smile in greeting, anything more than that was seen as insincere and sarcastic by the general population of Balkest. “Are you on your way to the offices?” Merlidan asked as she pointed to the looming skull-white building at the end of the block.

“I’m on my way to see Trask Heyurk,” he replied simply.

“Ah,” Merlidan commented, “Well you’re heading in the right direction.”

The Jedi gave a cordial nod of acknowledgement.

Merlidan let out a sigh. “I’m on my way there too; I assume by your attire that you’re the Jedi sent to negotiate peace between the colonists here.”

Again the Jedi gave a nod, “Yes I am Jedi Master Genn Ostace.”

“Oh a Jedi Master, aren’t we lucky,” Merlidan commented dryly. “I’m Merlidan Alsk, Procurement Specialist for the company.”

Ostace seemed to take her opinions in stride and merely shook her hand in a firm yet positive grip. “I can already see that there is animosity in this region that will be… difficult to diffuse.”

“You have no idea,” Merlidan muttered as they continued their way to the office.

“So,” the Jedi started, “As a member of the general public, what do you see as the main contributing factors of this conflict?”

Merlidan raised a brow, so he was pumping her for information, how novel. “People come to new worlds looking for a new way of life, a fresh start, a dream of paradise. When things aren’t what they thought they’d be, well then people tend to get a little antsy.”

Merlidan paused for a moment and watched as the evening shadows turned darker with each moment. “Most of the human colonists threw in their lot to come out here. They have a substantial debt and if they did pack up and leave it’d just make it two or three fold higher. In essence a lot of colonists feel trapped here and lash out at those around them. The arrival of the Kubaz became and easy target for that anger.”

Ostace seemed to be mulling over what she had said. She could almost hear the cogs of his mind turning over the information she’d just revealed.

They arrived at the office entry and Merlidan almost jumped as Ostace spoke. “Do you think other factors could be involved, say the environment?”

Merlidan studied the Jedi’s face intently for a moment. His features divulged nothing of what he might be thinking. “It’s hard to say,” she told as she tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. She felt awkward with her next words. “Over time I hadn’t notice the oppressive atmosphere, it was just constantly there. Yet when I came within a certain radius of your presence I felt a tranquility that had been lost to me for some time.”

The corner of Ostace’s lip twitched upward, “Interesting.”

Merlidan retrieved her access card and swiped it through the reader. She kept her head down, feeling somewhat embarrassed by her confession. The doors slid open and Merlidan led the way into the brightly lit foyer. “You’ll need to speak to Moyra, she’s at the Reception desk.”

Merlidan turned to leave but the Jedi caught her elbow with a large hand. “Thank you, Merlidan. I appreciate what you’ve told me.”

Merlidan flinched at his words. Moyra was no doubt listening and dying to relay whatever she perceived the gossip to be. “I need to get some work done,” Merlidan said as she slipped free and avoided eye contact with the Jedi. She had a payment to process.


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LOL it's his secret vice, hey Fett_II tongue

You forgot to mention the shag pile carpet in the cargo hold / disco room tongue