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[demlshn_boy_sir]

Whump!

"...Ow."

A confused pilot looks back up at the hole in the ceiling he just fell through. "Okay, I know this place can make a door anywhere, anytime, but... why in my X-Wing before a mission?" Kell stands up, dusts himself off, and waks over to the bar. "Eh, vape it. Lomin-ale, please?" A green bottle materializes, and Kell takes a seat

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[twostandingby]

And there's a Rogue Colonel Alderaanian Thing pausing in passing. "You know," he says contemplatively, "maybe that's not the wisest thing to do here."

[corsec_jedi]

One eye opens. "Long as you're not Wes, Hobbie, or Loran, I'll take my chances." He shuts it again.

A loooooong moment later, he sits up. "But on the off chance they do come by, you're probably right." He rubs one eye and yawns. "How's life, Tych?"

[twostandingby]

"I was considering the enemies here more than Face Loran or any of your squadmates," he says, and as rebukes go, it's a mild one; he takes the seat across from Corran, dressed in the typical subdued black flightsuit with a glass of water in hand. "Busy. You?"

[corsec_jedi]

"Oh, them. Honestly, I just kind of thought if I didn't poke them, they'd have no reason to poke back." He shrugs.

"And Tycho, I'm bored, to be honest. There's only so much time one can spend rerunning Jedi training exercises or flying sims. I've gotta get out of here." He sighs, and his shoulders slump slightly. "Sithspit, it's been almost two months. I may even begin doing the paperwork that's in my room if the door doesn't come back soon."