The Banking Clan Planet of Muunilist - Outer Orbit
The Arc Hammer II arrived with almost no escorts. It needed none. The engineering masterpiece was by far a fleet itself. With the capacity to create it's
own elite infantry and the ability to defend itself from a small fleet. The craft had been underconstruction for months at the Kuat Drive Yards, drawing most
of it's attention, and now it was finally taking it's maiden voyage to the Banking Clan planet of Muunilist.
Executor Disra stood on the bridge. It had been a while since he had commanded a vessel, ever since he took the title of Executor which successfully took him
off of the frontline and behind the desk. No, this mission was very important. An old war buddy and friend of Disra was planetside being tortured by rebel
savages. He rarely made his professional life personal, but today's mission seemed to turn that way.
Assembled on the Arc Hammer II were two elite teams of Imperial Commandos, The Empire's finest politicians, and the greatest Engineers known to
civilization.
"Captain. Inform Lt Anna Sachae, Moff Lacroix, and the commanders of our two teams to meet me in the conference room. We
need to have a final briefing before the mission commences."
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Rescuing a War Hero (Muunilist Takeover)
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Posts: 1284 (06/14/09 6:52) Imperial
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ARC HAMMER II - CONFERENCE ROOM
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Zae Zaram |
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Posts: 3 (06/14/09 7:20) |
It would be Ensign Zaram who would respond to the summons first. Annoyed to the fact that he was to show military sharpness in his manners upon the upcoming
meeting, he also realized that this was to be a very important event; allowing advancement faster than the Balosar could feasibly planned. And that was the
second annoying matter: as Zae Zaram was a Balosar, his species was not shown the same respect as Humans, though he was a Near-Human. To remedy this, and allow
an easier passing of formalities, Zae would need to retract his Antennapalps and hide them beneath his cap. He swallowed the uneasiness of hindering his
perception of the world around him, and smiled. This little effort will make up for future ease.
Washing away the smugness that Zae had become famous for in personal circles, the young officer came to attention just before the door entering to the meeting room. "Ensign Zaram, reporting for duty, Sir!" Zae barked, taking a step into the room, and then a step to the side to allow access to the corridor. |
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Posts: 814 (06/14/09 10:42) Galactic Iron Lady
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Avadreia was staring out her viewport for several moments before her assistant Sara knocked on the door and let herself in. "Moff Lacroix, Admiral Disra
is requesting your presence in the conference room." Avadreia didn't move at first. She didn't dare turn away from the window for several until
Sara said, "I'm sorry, Moff Lacroix, I said Admiral--"
"I heard you," said the Moff coldly. "Leave." Sara left. Avadreia turned and went to her cabin mirror. She picked up a small box and put a pair of contact lenses in to change her eyes back to their usual blue from their current, lifeless gray. She shrugged into a wide-necked, double-breasted periwinkle suit jacket that matched her skirt and picked up her briefcase. She emerged into the outer room at a brisk walk; Sara struggled to keep up. "Sia, I asked for the defense numbers forty minutes ago. Is there some reason they aren't in my hand at this moment? I don't want excuses, I want the numbers. That's all." A few moments later she was standing outside the conference room, having her comlink datapad taken by a security guard. Then he opened the door and gestured for her to enter. She tugged her jacket into place and stepped inside. "Admiral Disra," she said by way of greeting. |
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Gren Skylark |
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Posts: 136 (06/15/09 1:09) Psychonaut
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Despite the general grodiness of the men's restroom, its ambiance still managed to be antiseptic.
It must have been the lights. It was a ritual Gren was awfully familiar with, the pacing, the staring, the scrubbing of the face. Padding down his hair with wet hands, trying to make it strike that balance between presentable and not giving a *!#%. The wicked Wal-Mart lightning of the overhead fluorescent bulb-tubes brought out the translucence of his skin, veins and unappetizing color lurking beneath exhausted flesh. He pulled down on the bags beneath his eye, studying the red that surrounding the bloodshot orbs. And there it was again. In a flash of loathing and despair and dread and tentacles for teeth, it dominated his vision and raped his mind, and he screamed into his horrible reflection; Rotten, contorted, and ruined by fear. Splash, splash, splash. Gren checked his reflection one more time. He'd undone his hair in the trauma. With the sniffle of the woefully defeated, the prefect dried his hands and exited the bathroom, joining the others. After saluting the admiral, he took a seat next to Lacroix, greeting her with a flavorless "Avadreia." |
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Ellirumicha |
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Posts: 561 (06/15/09 2:41) Captain
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Captain Lirum stood on the command bridge, attempting to locate recognizable constellations in the space around them. While the rest of the command staff
retreated to the secure briefing room the Chiss stood watch. An unfamiliar edginess turned her stomach inside out. She couldn't place it, but every since
that disaster over Naboo nothing had seemed right to the Captain. So instead of pondering on the feeling Lirum switched to counting the stars outside the front
viewport. A group of TIE interceptors blocked her vision for a brief second and threw out her count.
"$@$% suicidal space jockies." Lirum whispered under her breath as she turned away from the view. Three squadrons of TIEs, thats all the Arc Hammer had for protection minus the under armed carrier that brought them along for the ride. Despite the ships nearly ten kilometer size and armaments three times that of an Imperial Star Destroyer Lirum couldn't help feel that they were sitting ducks. It didn't help matters that they were riding in a mobile factory that would make any rebel drool. No doubt if something did happen the capture of the Arc Hammer would take precedence over its destruction. Lirum pulled out the blaster that had become a standard fixture to her side. She pulled the power cell out and slid a fresh one into the slot. No matter what happened Lirum would rather have the weapon ready and not need it then need it and not have it. |
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Maelion Liates |
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Posts: 86 (06/15/09 5:15) Adept
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Harnaidan was an impressive city. The capital of Muunilinst was a thriving place, despite wars and occupations, and it was wealthy. As Kuat was famous for its
ships, so this planet was famous for its money. The head of the IGBC was here, as was a number of other powerful consortiums.
Maelion Liates was on the planet for observation. Recently a pattern of strife had risen over the planet, and so she had been sent to see if the Imperials were going to make a grab for it. They'd be foolish not to! With such resources and wealth the Imperials had plenty of reasons to invade, and few to refrain. Knowing she might be in for the long haul, she rented an apartment near the centre of the city with which to operate from. Even though she did not need any of the things sentients did, she still needed somewhere to base herself at. |
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CC 1593 Scabs |
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Posts: 4 (06/15/09 9:13) |
After the Republic fell, thousands of freed clones spread across the galaxy, going to many planets to travel the galaxy, free of war, free of the Republic.
Many stayed with the Rebellion, and many stayed on Kamino, but those weren't the clones Scabs thanked today. It was the ones that spread across the
Galaxy. Because of them it wasn't too odd for Scabs to be walking around, looking exactly like Jango Fett. He got a few looks from people, but most just
nodded and continued walking. Apparently he wasn't the first, and wouldn't be the last, clone to visit Muunilist. Too bad Scabs wasn't here for
leizure purposes. He was on a mission, and because his name could change to any living clone out there, identification papers were easy to forge, allowing him
and his three man team to easily get on Muunilist and aide the Rebellion network on the planet. For about a month now, Rebellion contacts on the planet have
been slowly getting in place for one of their biggest operations since General Nomad had left them. They were going to attempt to insert Rebel sympathizers
into high places in Muunilist companies, and have them reroute some money from the planets large income, aiding the Rebellions retrofitting of Mon Calamari
ships.
So far everything had been going as planned, and they had hoped that the network would be set up and well in place for the immenint attack by the Empire. The Rebellion had been expecting the Empire to take the planet much earlier, but it just never happened. Perhaps they got side tracked by their campaign at nearly eradicating the Rebels. Whatever the reason, it had worked to the rebels advantage, and soon, everything would fall into place and Rebel High Command would suddenly have a bigger budge to deal with. That was waht Scabs thought, not knowing that the Imperials were already here, and that they were too late. |
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Posts: 1045 (06/15/09 11:10) Elite Gangster
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Muunilinst - High Port above Harnaidan
Click...click...click came the tapping sound of Phoenix Hinata's walking stick as he walked along a carefully designed promenade flanked by a Munn businessman on either side of him. One could almost see the mathematical equations that had gone into each and every aspect of High Port's construction, but then that was how the Munn did everything and was what made them the best businessmen in the galaxy. The Banking Clan held a large portion of Phoenix's wealth providing him with a sizeable return on his investment, but he also provided them with his services as the owner of one of the most prominant trading companies in the galaxy. Trade and his connections were very important to the Munn given that they themselves preferred to stay indoors and not even move around their own planet if they could help it. There weren't many outside of their own species that the Munn thought highly of, or treated with respect for that matter, but they knew when someone had them by the balls. Their muffled chatter paused as they stopped to peer out over Harnaidan, and Phoenix couldn't help but chuckle inwardly at the positioning of the Golan VIII space defense platforms; they were positioned to be seen from any position in High Port in plain sight to act as a deterant to any would be attackers, yet somehow the Munn had managed not to ruin the views and aesthetic beauty of the slowly revolving sky city. "Your proposal is most interesting, Mr Hinata," the Munn to his right said though his face showed no sign of interest, which was not unusual. "I would question the profit to be made in this venture," the other chimed in. "In itself one of my hospitals will make little more than enough to sustain itself, however the benifits it will bring to Harnaiden, High Port and the surrounding regions will be invaluable. Just imagine the rise in profits when visitors don't have to move off world for specialist medical attention, and remember one bad experience of if I may say the woeful medical facilities here could prevent a return visit." Both Munn looked thoughtful and seemed to mull this over. "Very few humans manage to make as much business sense as you, Mr Hinata...you have your building permission," the Munn to his right said with a nod. "Thank you gentlemen, I'll return to my suite and inform my contractors," Phoenix replied giving them both a nod of his own and taking his leave. |
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Admiral Disra |
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Posts: 1286 (06/15/09 1:30) Imperial
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Arc Hammer II - Imperial Conference Room
Executor Disra returned Prefect Skylark's salute. He then greeted Moff Lacroix. "Hello Ms. Lacroix. Good to see you made it on time. I wish I could say the same for your military counterparts." He smiled warmly to her and looked at his chrono. While Ayreon Faraway, the commander of Crusader squad for this mission, was expected to be a little late, the SpecOps commander (Whom he was oblivious to) had still not arrived. "Ladies and Gentlmen, the briefing will begin shortly." |
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Zae Zaram |
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Posts: 4 (06/15/09 3:07) |
Zae couldn't feel about being out of place among the other officers who have arrived. He was by far the lowest rank, which made him a stranger among
giants. Yet he was called upon to take part. With the briefing soon to take place, the Ensign found an opening near the end of the table. Having gone too far
now to show signs of weakness, Zae stood confidently at ease, and scanned the room to each of its occupants.There will be no reputation to fall back on for the
Balosar. Their opinions of him will have started from this moment on.
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Maelion Liates |
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Posts: 89 (06/15/09 3:46) Adept
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Maelion walked purposefully through the streets. Her target was a meeting place with a Rebel clone officer. The idea was that the two of them could meet and
discuss their notes so far on the city, and also to go over any new orders they might have.
The place chosen was a small bar for non Muun in the mid suburbs of the capital. Heading inside, she took a seat at a booth in the corner and waited for Commander Scabs to join her. |
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Ayreon Faraway |
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Posts: 1505 (06/15/09 4:23) Crimson Elite
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Imperial Conference Room
As he moved down the halls, Ayreon barely noticed the stiffness in his white stormtrooper armor, and that was only when he compared it to the crimson gear he wore as a second skin. The white armor was less mobile than what he was used to, but it protected more area, and after a few minutes of wearing it, he was no longer the Imperial Guard, nameless and faceless sentry of the Empire, but TK-643, ruthless, emotionless executor of the Emperor's will. Now, the Emperor's will was Muunalist. Fully garbed in complete helmet and armor, not bothering to take it off for the conference; he was a stormtrooper sand that's what the people would see. Regardless, Ayreon Faraway was faceless; under the helmet his face had been slightly altered, darker hair, some facial scars removed, others added, and minor changes if the helmet came off, but there was still a certain presence in him. This presence was much like a warrior's stance that was common in all stormtroopers and guards, was still present under that white armor. Finishing his walk, Ayreon came to the door of the conference and saluted the Executor and all other miltary personnel. "TK-643 reporting." The door shut, and he moved to the side of the wall, but didn't sit down.
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Jackson strode down the hall, his tactical vest already loaded. His team was asswmbled and ready to rock. Nodding to the guards, he presented his ID, and
entered the confrence room. "Captain Jackson present." Grabbing a seat, he set his helmet on the table next to his datapad.
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Posts: 810 (06/15/09 6:40) Rebel Admiral
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Sitting in her office, or at least her temporary office, Angel starred out of the window towards the other neo-classical buildings littering the quite frankly
beautiful Harnaidan cityscape. She was almost alone and full of anticipation as word had come through only days ago that the Imperials were on the move to
their position, blind to what she and her people had planned for them. It was a feeling of relief for the Rebellion to finally have the upper hand after so
long, partly due to there months of regrouping and planning, they now had all the information they needed to take the Empire by surprise and truly strike fear
into the hearts their oppressive leaders.
As her mind relaxed with the thought of success the call came through that burst her bubble like a pin to a balloon, she instinctively knew why her comm-link was flashing before she even answered for the voice of a young Rebel Ensign to say, 'Admiral, we have confirmation of a single Imperial ship entering the outer atmosphere.' "Is it the Arc Hammer?" Angel replied with an expectant tone in her voice. 'Early reports from our hidden satellites have suggested so Admiral, but we are awaiting visual confirmation.' The man's sentence had brought a smile to Angel's face as their plan seemed to be falling into place neatly. "Thank you Ensign, have my wingman meet me in our city spaceport storage hanger with the starfighters immediately." 'Yes Admiral.' The Ensign replied before the comm-link went dead and the young Admiral turned to the only other figure in the room and spoke in a much more demanding tone than she had used during her previous conversation, "Now I want you to alert Scabs, and then stay out for trouble. Do you think that's possible Ruby? Just for once?" |
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Posts: 218 (06/15/09 6:46)
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Tal was nursing a rifle, the same oddly refurbished thing he had been assigned when he had signed up with the Rebellion. His requisitioning power had increased
as he had risen through the ranks and had trebled when he'd been transferred to SpecForce, but he still had the same broken down and fixed up gun
they'd given him when he showed up for the first time. He kind of liked it.
He couldn't say the same about his armour, in either respect. It was shiny, it was new, it was custom built to allow him optimal protection and manoeuvrability despite his non-human physiology, and he wasn't keen on it. He'd survived his first battle with just a flak jacket and badly-fitting, oddly-shaped helmet over his regular clothes and didn't see the need for much more than that. If everything went according to plan then he wouldn't need any armour because his enemy would never get a clear shot at him. Of course, things never really went according to plan. Decked out all in his shiny combat blacks, Tal would certainly be out of place on the streets of Muun. He was part of the trap the Rebellion had laid for the Imperial troops, the slicing blade ready to fall on whatever unwary limb the Empire extended towards Muunilinst today. |
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Posts: 22 (06/15/09 8:06) |
The massive engines of the Hammer continued to vibrate as they blew the monstrous craft through the endless depths of space, the sound so deep it was felt
rather than heard through the super-structure. Brushing a lock of blonde hair from his eyes, Damien continued to clean the pistols he had been given, the rig
that they belonged in sitting next to him on the desk. Looking up at the mirror, he was greeted with a face that he was unfamiliar with.
It was standard procedure for someone who left the clandestine corp of Imperial Intelligence, The Imperial agents were ghosts, unseen and unheard but their work, felt strongly by all in the Empire. They couldn't very well inflict fear and awe within the normal ranks if they were well known and recognized. As such, upon transferring for a rank transfer, Damien had to undergo facial surgery as well as have his hair and eye colour changed. The face that looked back at him was pale, the blonde hair giving his even more of a ghost look, ironically, as he never looked like such a ghost during the Intelligence corp. But such a life no longer drove Damien, he wanted more, action, skill. While he had never shown it when dealing with them, he had always admired the Imperial Army for the abilities in combat they had. And it eventually came to the point that dueling with words became to look less enjoyable than dueling with actual blades. Within the locker room hhe had been assigned to, Damien awaited the new squad he had been assigned to. He hadn't met any of them before and as such was eager to prove himself as well as see what they were capable of. Name: Damien Edramo Age: 23 Species: Echani Rank: 2nd lieutenant Background: Soldier Edramo has served under the Empire for a complete two years now, used for many clandestine missions, he has been trained extensivly in scouting and counter-intelligence and has recieved basic combat training, showing exceptional prowess for someone of his level of experience specificly with Small fire arms and single hand to hand combat Staring at the small letter he had been given, detailing the small and completely fictional background he had been given as a new identity, Damien folded it and put it back down, resuming his pistol cleaning until the rest of his new comrades arrived. |
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Posts: 1639 (06/15/09 9:45)
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Arc Hammer II - Engineering Bay
"Lieutenant, the Admiral has called for your presence in the conference room. He says he needs some last-minute briefing." Anna plowed on through her work, not even blinking. "Ma'am? The Admiral was rather insistent..." More tightening of bolts on the plasma shell repeater one of the Phase II's was holding. "Lieutenant!" With a jump, Anna looked up. "Wha?!" Blinking and looking around, she noticed the ensign yelling her name. "What's the problem?" With a sigh, he repeated himself. "Admiral Disra has called for your presence in the conference room. He seemed insistent." With a narrowed gaze, he met Anna's eyes directly. "You should probably haul ass, ma'am." Anna nodded and dropped her tools where they were. As she stood up and made her way towards the door to the lifts, she looked back over her shoulder and called to the many people in the engineering bay. "Charlie, finish up that repeater I was working on. Lillian, I'll need you to take the five at the back. Get the new guy to help you, but they need to be ready in the next two hours. Pieter, call TARD over and seal up the units that the others get done with." Without missing a beat, she pulled her head back around and stepped into the repulsorlift up to the main observation deck and conference room. She straightened her jacket and fixed her hair back up into her cap while she rode, trying to look at least halfway clean when she got there. That dress code was killing her - sometimes she thought that she might be court marshalled just for unacceptable appearance if she wasn't so efficient. She broke out of the elevator at a fast trot and almost burst into the room with the others, quickly snapping into a salute when she saw the Executor. "Sorry to keep you waiting, sir. Sometimes those repeaters get tempermental." As he began his speech, Anna took a seat at the table, waving and smiling over at the blonde woman across from her. |
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Posts: 545 (06/15/09 10:51) Imperial General
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Imperial I-class Star Destroyer Vindicator - Main Bridge
"General, we have arrived just as you ordered - beyond the reach of Muunilist's deep space sensors. Arc Hammer has arrived as well and will most likely be detected soon if they haven't been so already." General Arakin looked up from his command chair and gazed through the viewport towards their potential target - that wealthy planet of Muunilist. It's lush foliage and beautiful environment contained something unbeknowst to its citizens - Imperial special forces. If their mission was successful the Vindicator would never have to emerge from the depths of deep space. In fact, its only role in this operation was to ensure the safety of the politicians and others aboard the Arc Hammer in case anything drastic occured. "How long until we register on Muunilist's sensors?" "Well," Arakin's executive officer, Captain Akeda, checked one of the consoles and then turned his head to speak, "continuing at quarter speed, we should be within their range in the next half hour." The General nodded and then resumed staring outside at the blue orb that was in front of his vessel. "Report back to me when we're about five minutes away from their sensors. I don't want to spoil our element of surprise." Captain Akeda nodded and then disappeared to the lower deck to personally moniter the helmsmen. Aggressive negotiations with the Muunilist government were about to take place and that was something Pter lacked the necessary skill to participate in. "One more thing, Captain..." Pter responded. Captain Akeda turned to face his superior. "Send an encrypted transmission to Admiral Disra aboard the Arc Hammer - Observing the situation and standing by." After a quick salute, Akeda responded, "At once, General!" and moved to complete his tasks with the upmost haste. For now General Arakin would watch and wait. |
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Posts: 137 (06/15/09 10:51) Psychonaut
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No freaking way. Unbelievable.
Gren narrowed his eyes as Anna entered the room, not only late, but bringing the motherfuckin' ruckus. He couldn't believe she had nerve showing up here after that gross malfunction of his weapon on Naboo (granted he had yet to bring it up with her, or anyone else for that matter). His rage, unsublimated, had been allowed to fester, rotting his mind and contributing to his paranoid ideations. In a sense, Gren Skylark was convinced that Anna Sachae, this entire time, had been a Rebel spy, infiltrating the Empire and quietly sabotaging all their weaponry from within. Still, he possessed a firm enough grip on reality not mention this to anybody. Turning to Ava, he $!*%*## at a level only she could hear, "What the #*$@ is she doing here?" The words, though acidic, were unemotional. Rational. Obvious. Like Anna had just made an appearance at one of the "We Hate Anna" Club's Monday meetings (Held at St. Martin's Episcopal Church; 717 Sage Road; Houston, TX 77056-2199. Held every Monday and Wednesday at 8:00.p.m.) (Refreshments are provided.) |
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