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The man who arrived with Círdan was most peculiar. It was clear that he didn't belong in Middle-earth, even before Elrond received any further information on him. Despite Elrond being curious, the most important matter was to look at the visitor's wounds. Fordo, was his name, and Elrond examined the lacerations on his right shoulder and arm.

"I assume you got cut by stone and coral while you swam." In the ocean. While escaping from his sinking ship made of metal and swimming towards the surface, with his lungs able to store all the air the distance required. It sounded so extraordinary, and Elrond itched to see this ship for himself.

Major Jaina Dallows discusses with Commodore Fordo (@arc-77) issues originating within the Finance Ministry due to the unwitting actions of financier Brienne Guyot. (@prvtocol)

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"Ironic? We don't take vows of silence." Far from the first time during their flight, Obi-Wan had to will himself to keep from turning in his seat. Fortunately, there was a particularly interesting smudge (possibly blood) on the front window which was able to hold his attention.

Captain Fordo was not dangerous within the Force, but he was prickly and his physically looming presence did little to help. It had Obi-Wan feeling like he ought to be doing something more than piloting a ship barely wide enough that he could touch either side of it with the palms of his hands.

Her rule number one for any fun was a completely safe environment. The paranoia trained into her didn't allow her to let her guard down where someone could - literally - catch her with her pants down.

Fordo also struck her as someone who was very cautious and disliked being unprepared. The logical conclusion was that it was safe, even if unconventional. Old Sith ruins weren't exactly the most romantic or cozy place to engage with your lover, but they were alone here. Talon felt nobody else in the Force but them.

it enrages them. he enrages them, ever the perfect soldier, problem-solving as he was designed to. unflappable and self-assured, distilling eons of mysticism into something quantifiable. palatable. for what is not the first time, revan is fiercely jealous of him, and all those who move with the force while deaf to it. they should forgive him for it, this state of being out of his or their control. but revan has never known for forgiveness.

" deny it if you will, but there is a connection between us. " @arc-77 says, plainly, and his easy calm sits like a pressure against their skull.