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2/15/2016 5:35:01 PM
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"Eric, with all due respect, I've a mercenary fleet at the ready right now. Though only one man is currently doing anything to aide us" [b][i]He says, leaning on the table and looking at the holograms. [/i][/b]"If we needed to attack, we would need the Alamo back, that's the best defence we have"
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Eric shakes his head, "Yeah, yeah, I know what the Hunter's Legion is. You're right about the Alamo, however. We'll need that before we make our move." He backs away from the table and paces back and forth, looking as if he's listening to something. Eventually, he comes back to the table, "Murphy Rodriguez, Mandalore's son. If anyone knows where the Alamo is, it'll be him."
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"Aye, I'll speak to him about it. Until then, do you have anyone you can trust? I've a little... Plan in mind" [b][i]He says, a slight grin creeping onto his face. [/i][/b]
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"Yeah, one." Eric puts his false hand under the table, and after a second or so passes, a holographic figure appears next to the planets. It's a woman, and unlike the holograms, she is completely blue. Straight dark hair extends past her shoulders, and a heart-shaped face stares pensively at the two planets. "Artemis. She was on the Alamo with me, and she's the only person I trust. She was flash cloned from a human mind, so technically..."
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"Artemis. Well, can't say it's a bad idea. I'll look for some others in the meantime, potentially grab that fūcking sith kid... Speak to me if you find anyone else. Until then, Eric" [b][i]He says, and he slowly walks to the door of the room, exiting. [/i][/b]
