#vorryn

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Transmitted From a Public Terminal on Coruscant

Sent to matojobearsall‘s Jedi Matojo:

Dad - need help, meet me on Balmorra, bug town cantina, don’t respond, just meet me there in two days with handcuffs and just roll with it.  Don’t come alone or unarmed.

-*ERROR SENDER UNAVAILABLE*

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Scattered Transmissions

“A quick happy birthday greeting to one of our listeners out there - ‘Snuffles’ says happy 45th, mom.”

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“Had a listener call in while we were on break, wanted me to dedicate a song to someone special, so here’s V’s Planet by the Event Horizon--”

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“Here’s an anonymous email response regarding today’s discussion of Dark Council’s latest decision - ‘Has anyone studied the impact this will have on a single mother trying to raise kids?  And not just on the capital world, but what about outer territories?’

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Vorryn tapped his foot nervously, waiting.  He knew the kid would be safe, but that didn’t mean he was ready to take a blaster bolt to the skull yet.  Individually he hoped the calls, questions, dedications and requests wouldn’t raise any red flags anywhere.  To his mother though, he hoped they’d each be a little bread crumb on a trail leading to him.  Nothing to do now but wait and hope.