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<blockquote data-quote="Pbartender" data-source="post: 1573218" data-attributes="member: 7533">You step through the doorway, entering a short hallway, and the door slides shut behind you.&nbsp; The hallway is build like the room outside, with thick durasteel walls and heavy blastdoors sealing either end.&nbsp; A pair of soldiers break away from guard duty to escort you through the hallway's only other door.&nbsp; Whoever these guards are, Vor'en's practiced eye decides that they are certainly not imperials.Once throught he hallway, you find yourselves in a small, battered hideout.&nbsp; The rooms are dim and musty, and the handful of people busy about their work seem haggard and worn.&nbsp; You pass several storage rooms, a small bunk room, and a radio shack, with a pair of earphoned techs intently adjusting some electronics equipment set up on a pair of shipping crates.The guards stop and one of the knocks on a door.&nbsp; At the muffled acknowledgement from inside, the guard opens the door and ushers you into the small room.An elderly woman stands behind a folding table spread with papers and maps.&nbsp; Beside her stand the Gamorrean, Human and Ranat, who you so recently met in the bar upstairs.&nbsp; &quot;So these must be Surool's friends,&quot; she says as you enter the room.&nbsp; &quot;Well done boys, you can go back to your lookouts upstairs.&quot;&nbsp; The trio from the bar squeeze out of the room with murmured greetings and apologies.&quot;Deel has told me so much about you all.&nbsp; It is a pleasure to meet you.&nbsp; I'm Major Esquerre of the Rebel Alliance.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Pbartender, post: 1573218, member: 7533"] You step through the doorway, entering a short hallway, and the door slides shut behind you. The hallway is build like the room outside, with thick durasteel walls and heavy blastdoors sealing either end. A pair of soldiers break away from guard duty to escort you through the hallway's only other door. Whoever these guards are, Vor'en's practiced eye decides that they are certainly not imperials. Once throught he hallway, you find yourselves in a small, battered hideout. The rooms are dim and musty, and the handful of people busy about their work seem haggard and worn. You pass several storage rooms, a small bunk room, and a radio shack, with a pair of earphoned techs intently adjusting some electronics equipment set up on a pair of shipping crates. The guards stop and one of the knocks on a door. At the muffled acknowledgement from inside, the guard opens the door and ushers you into the small room. An elderly woman stands behind a folding table spread with papers and maps. Beside her stand the Gamorrean, Human and Ranat, who you so recently met in the bar upstairs. "So these must be Surool's friends," she says as you enter the room. "Well done boys, you can go back to your lookouts upstairs." The trio from the bar squeeze out of the room with murmured greetings and apologies. "Deel has told me so much about you all. It is a pleasure to meet you. I'm Major Esquerre of the Rebel Alliance." [/QUOTE]

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