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[OOC: This thread is meant to represent the base of operations, the Pit, of the Faded Shroud. Talk to your associates, form a team, get missions from the Voice, seek medical attention, or upgrade your weapons or armor here.]
Madrar Ro sat at a console on the Bridge of the ancient derelict that served as her home. The Pit was configured more for functionality than for luxuries, but there was nowhere in the galaxy more safe or secret, and she felt pretty comfortable here. It sure beat scrounging around the streets like a glorified vrelt. Here she had a crew to command; an organization that respected and looked up to her. Her years in the Shroud had paid off.
Madrar looked up from her work as the door to the bridge hissed open and Thaw floated in on his hoverchair. "Is Dominico alright?" she asked, wanting to keep an accurate idea of her team's status and readiness. Thaw paused and replied before returning to his station. "He'll be fine. Nothing broken." Thaw called up some schematics and began to key through them faster than her eyes could follow. She gathered that it had to do with a particularly virulent toxic gas that he was working on weaponizing though, and the thought sent a slight shiver down her hardy spine.
Thaw had proven to be an enormous asset to the Shroud. He'd made his considerable skills available to the guild, overhauling their intelligence and communications systems, upgrading the machine shop, and churning out professional quality fake IDs by the crateload. He'd even spent a considerable amount of time and energy designing and manufacturing a cutting-edge prototype stealth field generator for her, and he'd won her trust and respect. She was just glad he was on their side.
Madrar Ro sat at a console on the Bridge of the ancient derelict that served as her home. The Pit was configured more for functionality than for luxuries, but there was nowhere in the galaxy more safe or secret, and she felt pretty comfortable here. It sure beat scrounging around the streets like a glorified vrelt. Here she had a crew to command; an organization that respected and looked up to her. Her years in the Shroud had paid off.
Madrar looked up from her work as the door to the bridge hissed open and Thaw floated in on his hoverchair. "Is Dominico alright?" she asked, wanting to keep an accurate idea of her team's status and readiness. Thaw paused and replied before returning to his station. "He'll be fine. Nothing broken." Thaw called up some schematics and began to key through them faster than her eyes could follow. She gathered that it had to do with a particularly virulent toxic gas that he was working on weaponizing though, and the thought sent a slight shiver down her hardy spine.
Thaw had proven to be an enormous asset to the Shroud. He'd made his considerable skills available to the guild, overhauling their intelligence and communications systems, upgrading the machine shop, and churning out professional quality fake IDs by the crateload. He'd even spent a considerable amount of time and energy designing and manufacturing a cutting-edge prototype stealth field generator for her, and he'd won her trust and respect. She was just glad he was on their side.
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