#v.legends

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The bridge of the Stormbreaker was nearly deserted at this hour, with only a skeleton crew to monitor the ship's status. Maven supposed it would have been more prudent to have routed the comm call to someplace less open for eavesdropping, but there was nothing for it now. Besides, she had already been on the bridge reviewing a log her requisitions officer had submitted earlier.

"I can't exactly say that this is a pleasant surprise, but is a surprise," she stated, glancing ever so briefly at the holocomm before looking back down at the datapad in her hand. "Do get on with whatever you're going to ask me so that I can tell you no and continue with what I was doing."

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It was getting harder and harder to make supply runs these days. She had acquired less conspicious ships, but the constant need for maintenance on her older ships was starting to take its toll. Rare parts meant travelling and bartering with all sorts in all kinds of places.

Perhaps it was time to retire, she mused, glancing down at her drink.

Movement at the corner of her vison alerted her to the sudden addition to the seat across the table from her. Maven closed her eyes a moment, then picked up her glass and downed the rest of its contents before looking at her new company.

"Jaina Solo, why am I not surprised?"