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Post by John Hammond on Oct 1, 2008 0:19:08 GMT
John entered Corellia's atmosphere in a small personal ship. He had left his men in Bastion, where they were resting and figuring it all out. But, he knew he had to come back. Back to his home, see what had changed, see what had become of his life thousands of years later...
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Post by John Hammond on Oct 1, 2008 21:13:45 GMT
John walked through the city's belly, where merchants, tourists, etc. of almost every race walked by. It looked alot like Coruscant actually, it had notably grown since the last time he had seen the city. In a sunny day, pleasant John made his way towards what was once his home. After the clone wars he had gone to hiding, trying to figure out his next move. He had settled in, in Corellia's capital city, Coronet, in a tall building, of gigantic size. Many important people lived in that building when he lived there. He wondered if it was still a respected location.
With his antique armor still on, he trotted towards the elevators and was quickly jolted upwards with incredible force towards the 152nd floor. He made his way towards the end of the hallway. Apartment 1130-D. The door was still new, as it had been replaced recently. A quick scanner flew into his face and was granted access.
The apartment was as he had remembered it. Not a thing was out of his place. He settled in, and called his troops back at Bastion.
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Post by John Hammond on Oct 2, 2008 3:45:50 GMT
Hammond was roused from his bed by a ringing tone that signalled a hologram transmission was incoming. He fumbled with the technology for a moment, forgetting he was thousands of years behind, and then activated it.
"This is Unit 853 reporting, General. We've located an area of large Imperial activity near Naboo. It would appear this is one of the last fleets that the Grand Admiral commanded before he disappeared."
"Very well. Get my shuttle ready, we're going to Naboo."
As he left his room, Hammond grimaced. He had liked being back home, but duty called.
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