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RE: Dial T for Trysta
Trysta let out a deep sigh, "well I have not been as fortunate." She leaned back in her chair, "lets see" she said holding up her hand and showing a finger. "There was the academy," she moved forward. "Did I tell you that was my home Academy?"
She leaned back once more, "Then there was the whole Fray civil war thing." She let out a sarcastic laugh, "that was a real hoot."
She rolled her eyes, "then there was boring ass meeting numbers one through five." She face palmed, "I mean fuck, how many time can someone complain about the seating assignment." She returned her eyes to his holographic, "Graff confided in me, that if we didn't need their fuel so badly he would have glassed the entire planet."
She counted her fingers, "so yeah this make nine for me. Well there were little trips here and there to represent the OPA during conflict disputes. Normally those are just as boring as the rest."
"Boring meetings aside," She laughed, "I've been making friend there too."
She leaned a bit further back and kicked her feet up on the desk, "don't worry. We wont violate the Demilitarized space. Hell, Graff hasn't even authorized my shipment of droids idea."
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