Xonocotl
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It had been a rather stormy day on Rothana. Xonocotl was watching the heavy rain from his office's windows, his cybernetic hands clasped on his back. A Quarren and a young human[SIZE=14pt]—[/SIZE]the Quarren's assistant[SIZE=14pt]—[/SIZE]stood beside him. They had just finished designing the Protector-class light destroyer, a design based off the Recusant-class used by the Confederacy during the bloody conflict known as the Clone Wars. However, as the Echani designer they'd invited to check the design out would see, the ship was not a 'clone'. The designer team[SIZE=14pt]—[/SIZE]Xonocotl himself in some parts of the ship, the Quarren and a handful of men[SIZE=14pt]—[/SIZE]had filtered almost all flaws of the Recusant for the Protector-class, like replacing the faulty AI of the Recusant which would cause it to ram into other ships.
Xonocotl narrowed his cold, reptilian eyes. Where is she? They needed someone to verify their design's overall quality. And they needed that someone fast...
Xonocotl narrowed his cold, reptilian eyes. Where is she? They needed someone to verify their design's overall quality. And they needed that someone fast...