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- Dec 16, 2018
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It has been around a month since The Lucent has been taken for the Alliance, repairs were well underway and the station was looking less and less like the cesspit it previously was with every passing day. The smell of the previous owners had long since vanished and a fresh lick of paint on every wall was making the entire place look clean and tidy. Freyja was stood in her main quarters, a large table before her, its surface covered with holo-screens covering everything from the station supply status, personnel records for The Valkyries and general orders from the Alliance High Command.
Commander Ion had only left a few days earlier from the station and the Alien's visit had put Freyja in a bad mood ever since she needed a way to let off some steam and not in the manner the Jedi was preaching to her. She needed to hit something and hit it hard, she hoped something from High Command came along soon otherwise she might start fighting the next alien she saw.
@Nommie @Deviant
Commander Ion had only left a few days earlier from the station and the Alien's visit had put Freyja in a bad mood ever since she needed a way to let off some steam and not in the manner the Jedi was preaching to her. She needed to hit something and hit it hard, she hoped something from High Command came along soon otherwise she might start fighting the next alien she saw.
@Nommie @Deviant