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DESCRIPTION: -----Cmdr. Corran Horn sits in his quarters, sick from the virus running rampant through Rogue and Wraith squadrons, looking over some files Gen. Cracken sent him, when his wing-gand, Ooryl Qrygg walks in---------

Ooryl Qyrgg: -= the past few hours have worn on ooryl's mind, but he hides his stress =-

Corran Horn: -=looks up as door opens=- Hey Ooryl, how are the others?

Ooryl Qyrgg: -= he tries to approximate a smile as he greets Corran =- Those who are sick are doing as well as can be expected. The others have busied themselves either in downtime or in thier Quarters.

Corran Horn: -=nods=- -=looks back down at the file he was reading=-

Ooryl Qyrgg: -= his mandabils click together, as sign of frustration =- Any news on your search?

Corran Horn: Not much, whoever did this is very good, this is very good, or it's no one at all

Ooryl Qyrgg: -= takes a seat ina nearby lounger =- Qyrgg has not been helpfull enough?

Corran Horn: It's not you, we just don't have anything to work with. Cracken's people have been running nonstop but haven't come up with much.

Ooryl Qyrgg: -= bows his head =- Qyrgg understands. -= he looks up =-

Corran Horn: I've managed to cut the possible culprit list down to about half of the attendees. It's something but not enough

Ooryl Qyrgg: Has MIss Janson been notified of Wes's situation?

Corran Horn: I set Capt. Ngo to doing that a few minutes ago, and told him he was free to do as he pleased after that. -=closes up the datapad he was working on=-

Ooryl Qyrgg: -= nods =- What do you need from Ooryl ?

Corran Horn: Nothing until tomorrow, I'm going to send what I've concluded to Cracken, and I should get something back tomorrow letting me know what he wants done. Since Wedge and Tycho were hit hard by the virus I'm in charge so Cracken's been running squad activities through me.

Ooryl Qyrgg: -= nods =- Then Ooryl will retire to the Downtime, do you wish to join?

Corran Horn: -=get's up and plugs datapad into the terminal, and sets the transfer to cracken=- Actually this virus has me quite fatigued, I think I'm going to turn in.

Ooryl Qyrgg: -= nods and backs out the door =- Ooryl understands...sleep well, may the Force be with you.

Corran Horn: And you, I'll see you tomorrow morning then. -=unplugs the datapad and switches off the message terminal, then drops onto his bunk=-

Ooryl Qyrgg: -= the door shuts and Ooryl approimates a sigh, as he heads to the Downtime...alone =-

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