CC-420 "Doc"
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A drunk and slightly high Doc had just had what many refer to as a moment of clarity. While sitting in the back of a Bothuwai cantina he'd just had the strangest idea. All these competing and conflicting voices shifting back and forth throughout the Galaxy. A complete lack of news sources or anyone who'd tell the masses what was really happening? What they needed was clarity.
Doc had enough credits from his military days to buy a ship capable of broadcasting across the holonet.
What?
Are you insane?
His brain was battling itself over what to do. Since the Dread's were largely dissolved the Confederacy didn't seem to hold much for him. He also didn't want to walk the path of the mercenary as so many of his fellows had.
Kark it.
This was happening.
Doc had enough credits from his military days to buy a ship capable of broadcasting across the holonet.
What?
Are you insane?
His brain was battling itself over what to do. Since the Dread's were largely dissolved the Confederacy didn't seem to hold much for him. He also didn't want to walk the path of the mercenary as so many of his fellows had.
Kark it.
This was happening.
