Jayscreec Alecwit
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Two weeks stationed on Coruscant. 24 hours guard-duty, on rotation. 72 hours rest. Finally it was time to catch up with things. Jay had a couple ideas. Sort of plans that the ISB would consider well thought, while civilians would be freaked out. Fortunately, nobody could ever guess why he needed a translator. He asked a colleague to go with him.
"We're just buying a protocol droid," Jay said. "I always wanted to have one around, helpful things." The wished 2B-series was one of the most popular machines. It could recognize three million forms of communication, way more than Jay would ever need. "I want to bring it on my ship. The Navy implied I'm getting a corvette. Previous freighter blew up in a mission." He flashed a smirk. "Wasn't my fault though."
The shop took place on lower levels, where crime also lurked frequently. Walking through a corridor Kat could recognize some of the swoop gang members her brother associated.
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