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[not_inkansas]

Another threefer!

Quaritch is out for his morning run (or maybe just coming back in, or just going out...you decide!).

Boba Fett is at the target range, getting in some practice with some target...and probably any demon bunnies that bother him. Moving targets are always better, you know?

And Bonzo Madrid is also doing a slightly more

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[evilontheloose]

The colonel is met with an interesting sight: petite teen in a small bikini, relaxing under the morning sun.

Jordan decided to try working a tan, and early morning's a good time for it.

A few steps away, one of her service bots stands guard. Or stands.

My, that's a small bikini...

[not_inkansas]

Well, Jordan definitely gets a...complete visual inspection. You know, to make sure that she meets certain standards...

And of course, Quaritch has just finished his run, so he has time...

"Morning, Ma'am."

[evilontheloose]

She opens one eye, and waves a bit. "Morning." Propping herself up on elbows, she regards the man.

Curiously, even.

[not_inkansas]

"Don't think we've met." Quaritch stops the scan as quickly (and discreetly) as he can, offering a hand to her. "Col. Miles Quaritch."