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"Dreadnaught...This Corporal Darkstar. Doing another patrol near Balmorra's outer region. I'll return back when finished, over.
"Copy that. Don't wonder out too far, we don't want to find you floating out in space."
"Understood. Darkstar out."
As soon he managed get a good distance away from his fleet, he jammed all communications. Unknown to his superiors, he was meeting a friend out in deep space. Mar Kreeta. They've encountered each other every so often. Either selling information to route out possible terrorists or major narcotics busts. Both respected one other, despite being on opposites sides of the law.
When your in the Imperium, especially when you're a storm commando, you hardly get a social life. Still, he would have to be careful. He received an encoded message stating to meet at these coordinates. His Star-fighter's fuel gauge was just about half way full, so he was good on fuel.
In the distance, He could see a rather large Star ship in the distance. A classy one.
"That must be his."
Despite Communications being down, he then flashed the lights on his ship to rely a friendly message.
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