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[warcried]

I haven't been awake long, but I've been trying to read up on what I can, so a couple of quick questions:

1. Anyone managed to get past one of the locked doors yet? Either with force or another way. I know people were trying, but I haven't heard if anyone's succeeded.
2. I was told something about an organic humanoid capable of exiting the station without protective gear. If so, I'd love to talk to you.
3. Other Force-sensitives, I'd appreciate if we established ROEs immediately.

Thanks.

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[warfares]

[ a soft, considering noise -- he doesn't expand further. ]

I do. [ has yet to establish a fixed routine but especially after Amos' post he will be making the gym a regular fixture. ] My room is on the fourth floor as well, though I prefer the Observation Deck.

[warcried]

[ hm. he thinks he might be right about ren after all, at least to some extent. gloves for him need to be a priority, then. ]

Why is that? [ one place on the station is the same as any other place, as far as revan is concerned. they're all noisy somehow-- though at least it isn't coruscant. ]

[warfares]

Space is vast without being consuming. [ something familiar, even when the stars were not his stars. ]

And people tend not to have the most riveting thoughts.

[warcried]

[ there's a pause, then faint warmth flickers into his eyes. ] I suppose you're right about that. [ space itself can be.. peaceful almost. ]

--It's all just.. noise. [ one meter or a thousand, it's all jumbled up white noise unless he focuses specifically on one voice in the crowd. ]

[warfares]

[ all the more reason to get off this heap, he thinks. fingers tapping out an uneven beat against the bar, like he is debating something with himself. ] There's meant to be a library somewhere.

An Engineering bay.