*The sound of broken electronics buzzes in the background.*
Well.. we found it. The coordinates were all jumbled. Jordan got them from her father's holocron, and Zan figured them out. After a lot of guessing, and running around, we came to the old Ragnar place on Corellia. It's.... pretty messed up. It's going to need a lot of work. When we found it, Zan watched the security feed. It was from the night th ebuilding was discovered by the empire- they stormed the place, and only Zan escaped. It was.. not good. Zan lost it. I can't say that if I was in his place, I wouldn't have done the same thing. We're going to build it up again as a new White Thunder base, agreeing that it was appropriate that the building should be used to keep this sort of thing from happening again. "Restore it to its former glory", that's how he put it.
With that, I called in Baldwin after Zan left, to give this place a good look over. His mother must have been some kind of genius. I couldn't pull Baldwin away from the remnants of the security feed- though it's broken, it's still integrated throughout the entire building. It's going to take him a while to figure it out, but he thinks it's possible to repair it to working order. Jordan will be standing by to consult the Ragnar holocron if needed. The thought of those two working together is... amusing.
In the mean time, Lawrence and I are working on gathering the library and the control module. The control module will be the hardest to move, and may take some re-arranging if we're going to fit it in with the security feed in the Ragnar's Temple. As far as actually being compatible, there shouldn't be any problems, considering that Zan designed the original White Thunder Comm. Network based on what he had learned from his mother. The library books can be moved for now, but then the databanks will have to wait until everything's repaired.
Once the initial stages of that are squared away, I need to contact Keren, and let him know that Zan is interested in joining the 77th. He went up in The Redemption with us after we went to Madrid Harbor. He says he's coming along to see that I don't get myself killed, but I'm not sure if he was joking or not.
The way Keren sees to it that exercising restraint is drilled into my head, you'd think I wouldn't need any help in that respect. That file must have gotten to his head.. or something. He's starting to act like my old C.O., and that worries me. I know that my record probably looks horrible on paper. I get that. I also know that his and my idea of what seperates us from them can be two different things. Still.. when I see him mirror the same tones as every other officer who's seen my file, it makes me wonder. What did it say about me? Am I twisted into some sort of monster in the alliance records? Is just the plain reality of what the alliance knows about me enough?
I need to stop thinking about this for now, and get to work. The ship is almost landing, and I have to be planetside alert and ready. There's more to record, but I'll complete my log some other time.
*END*
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Well.. we found it. The coordinates were all jumbled. Jordan got them from her father's holocron, and Zan figured them out. After a lot of guessing, and running around, we came to the old Ragnar place on Corellia. It's.... pretty messed up. It's going to need a lot of work. When we found it, Zan watched the security feed. It was from the night th ebuilding was discovered by the empire- they stormed the place, and only Zan escaped. It was.. not good. Zan lost it. I can't say that if I was in his place, I wouldn't have done the same thing. We're going to build it up again as a new White Thunder base, agreeing that it was appropriate that the building should be used to keep this sort of thing from happening again. "Restore it to its former glory", that's how he put it.
With that, I called in Baldwin after Zan left, to give this place a good look over. His mother must have been some kind of genius. I couldn't pull Baldwin away from the remnants of the security feed- though it's broken, it's still integrated throughout the entire building. It's going to take him a while to figure it out, but he thinks it's possible to repair it to working order. Jordan will be standing by to consult the Ragnar holocron if needed. The thought of those two working together is... amusing.
In the mean time, Lawrence and I are working on gathering the library and the control module. The control module will be the hardest to move, and may take some re-arranging if we're going to fit it in with the security feed in the Ragnar's Temple. As far as actually being compatible, there shouldn't be any problems, considering that Zan designed the original White Thunder Comm. Network based on what he had learned from his mother. The library books can be moved for now, but then the databanks will have to wait until everything's repaired.
Once the initial stages of that are squared away, I need to contact Keren, and let him know that Zan is interested in joining the 77th. He went up in The Redemption with us after we went to Madrid Harbor. He says he's coming along to see that I don't get myself killed, but I'm not sure if he was joking or not.
The way Keren sees to it that exercising restraint is drilled into my head, you'd think I wouldn't need any help in that respect. That file must have gotten to his head.. or something. He's starting to act like my old C.O., and that worries me. I know that my record probably looks horrible on paper. I get that. I also know that his and my idea of what seperates us from them can be two different things. Still.. when I see him mirror the same tones as every other officer who's seen my file, it makes me wonder. What did it say about me? Am I twisted into some sort of monster in the alliance records? Is just the plain reality of what the alliance knows about me enough?
I need to stop thinking about this for now, and get to work. The ship is almost landing, and I have to be planetside alert and ready. There's more to record, but I'll complete my log some other time.
*END*
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