The <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Felonious<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> had been in flight for a day or so. After having dropped Jaina off at Corellia and thanked her grudgingly with a crate of credits, Jamo had continued on his travels out into the space. The YT-2400 bombed across the skies at it's full speed, the blue trail from the engine flaring fully to leave a stream of cyan behind the ship. On board droids whirred and bleeped as their owner, Jamo sat in the living space of the ship with his android 'friend' - Jack.
The two had been talking for about 3 hours, discussing the recent events in the galaxy. The arrivals of various new gangs had spawned warfare in the outer rims, along with the appearance of various bounty hunters who had also turned up claiming to be the elite gods of hunting. A load of krasst.
"There's been a serge on the data pathways recently, It seems some big scientific project is underway."
Jamo nodded solemnly. He hated science. Unless it was creating a new weapon, he hated it, that is. Biogenetic advanced subatomic molecular bull @#%$.
"A lot of people think the Corporation has gone bust, too, Jamo."
That he could understand. He couldn't rely on that kriff Thy to run the place, and the only others there were Boba (aka, to himself, God), and maybe a few other stragglers who he didn't even remember the names of. Without him the place was nothing, hell it'd just be 'Corporation' - he wasn't lending his name to a company owned by someone else.
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The ship had docked on Vjun some hours before hand, and now a new ship was in flight. The SSD <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Ramone<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> was in orbit around the planet for the first time, it's huge formed casting a dominating shadow over the planet of Vjun. Down below on the surface acid rain splattered down against the protected building, streaming down the windows leaving charred snaking lines on the enforced glass.
"Frell."
The two had been talking for about 3 hours, discussing the recent events in the galaxy. The arrivals of various new gangs had spawned warfare in the outer rims, along with the appearance of various bounty hunters who had also turned up claiming to be the elite gods of hunting. A load of krasst.
"There's been a serge on the data pathways recently, It seems some big scientific project is underway."
Jamo nodded solemnly. He hated science. Unless it was creating a new weapon, he hated it, that is. Biogenetic advanced subatomic molecular bull @#%$.
"A lot of people think the Corporation has gone bust, too, Jamo."
That he could understand. He couldn't rely on that kriff Thy to run the place, and the only others there were Boba (aka, to himself, God), and maybe a few other stragglers who he didn't even remember the names of. Without him the place was nothing, hell it'd just be 'Corporation' - he wasn't lending his name to a company owned by someone else.
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<!--EZCODE CENTER END-->The ship had docked on Vjun some hours before hand, and now a new ship was in flight. The SSD <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Ramone<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> was in orbit around the planet for the first time, it's huge formed casting a dominating shadow over the planet of Vjun. Down below on the surface acid rain splattered down against the protected building, streaming down the windows leaving charred snaking lines on the enforced glass.
"Frell."