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Message: <blockquote data-quote="shadowbloodmoon" data-source="post: 3228465" data-attributes="member: 9986">The old Rodian smiles and waves as Derek makes himself the last of the crew to board the freighter. The crate contained a large amount of prepackaged foods and sealed produce containers. Each one of them are marked as supplies for some outpost on Herra IV, clear on the other side of the galaxy. DRK-1X peruses the book, careful to not tear the old pages. It appears to be a journal of sorts, the language is old Corellian but the name Arin Bereen keeps appearing throughout. From what X can translate, the last entry reads as follows:I don't know if I can handle this much longer. It's been three weeks since the last transmission from the station. It's been two days since Margix died. She was the last of us, and quite possibly the best of us. I guess that makes me the last of us. The lights have all but failed, so if anyone finds this, pardon my writing. I suppose using my own blood for ink was not the brightest thing either. I needed to talk to someone though. It may as well be you dear reader. Uh-oh. There it is again, that sound. That horrible sound. It's like a warning. A useless warning. This is likely to be my last writing. I can't ask for anything from you reader, except to search out my family and tell them what happened here. Tell them what went wrong. Tell them..."The writing ends and a quick analysis of the ink tells that it is indeed blood that the writer used on the page. Derek realigns his systems to interface with the ancient vessel and as he does so, he finds that it seems to have a personality. It seems to 'talk' to his programming as he gives it commands. The ship follows each command willingly, almost fanatically. Dofina takes the book and gives it a once over before tossing it back into what looks to be a 'to-do' pile. "Hmm... Depends on how much it's going to cost to hide me from the Empire and whatever else is out there trying to kill me. I'm thinking that we should get rid of as much excess and anything that ties us back to that facility as soon as possible." She stops as she listens to Derek's announcement. "I suppose I should get to know this pilot you've hired for me." With that, she heads towards the cockpit as the Unnamed Freighter blasts off out of the hangar bay. other than the systems I mentioned prior, there isn't much out there that X or Derek knows about that aren't at least touched by the new Empire. Doesn't mean they don't exist, just that the two of you aren't aware of them. If anything, Fendamir is closest and you should be able to get a decent price for all of the stuff you wished to sell.  <img src="http://www.enworld.org/forum/images/smilies/devious.png"  class="smilie" loading="lazy" alt=":]" title="Devious    :]" data-shortname=":]" /> </blockquote>

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