A team of MorataCorp researchers had recently departed to the Mid Rim to collect more specimens that would contain critical data of one of the original mutations of the AMS virus. With the security agreement between MC and ISC, the CEO of the company, Doctor Morata, and a select core of agents were selected and chosen to investigate the last known location of the crew aboard the small RangeMaster squad Saving Graces. This mission called for stealth, and for a way for the ISC and the growing corporation to work together.
If that didn't read like a holodrama novel, the Doctor wasn't sure what would.
"We'll be coming out of hyperspace soon," she spoke quietly to her companion, her features remote and cold.
It would be then she would slide the Ranger a look, assessing him in the copilot seat aboard the RangeMaster that was formerly Malakai Beck's, now rechristened the Fallen Angel. It was a trite enough name that no one would know it was the Good Doctor herself.
"How well do you know Kashyyyk?"
@Orbit
If that didn't read like a holodrama novel, the Doctor wasn't sure what would.
"We'll be coming out of hyperspace soon," she spoke quietly to her companion, her features remote and cold.
It would be then she would slide the Ranger a look, assessing him in the copilot seat aboard the RangeMaster that was formerly Malakai Beck's, now rechristened the Fallen Angel. It was a trite enough name that no one would know it was the Good Doctor herself.
"How well do you know Kashyyyk?"
@Orbit