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On the former Separatist world Traapist, Imperial Magistrate Balfour has tightened his grip on the planet’s primary spaceport.
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He dominates the population, unconcerned by the destitution that surrounds him.
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The citizens are always under constant watch…
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…as the impoverished wander the streets…
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…and the homeless await the next handout from their Imperial warlord.
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Much of the population exists in a state of despair…
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…and tension mounts throughout the population…
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…as many locals yearn for the days of the Confederacy of Independent Systems…
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…while Imperial informants are everywhere.
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In the shadows, a mysterious figure approaches a discrete astromech droid…
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…who squeals with excitement once making visual contact with his master.
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“R1-9, you were right about the Imperial contact. We’ve got him in custody,” Rykrof Enloe commends the droid.
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“Now, get back to the ship and alert me if your scanners pick up any Imperials poking around the area.”
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“This won’t take long.”
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In a hidden warehouse, escaped Imperial prisoner Atracion approaches his captive…
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…Imperial officer Nato Kevtin; who served aboard the Star Destroyer, Dantallion.
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“Now, it’s time for you to start talking.”
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The smug Imperial officer says nothing in response.
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…and then begins to chuckle in defiance.
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“You’re not going to live through this if you don’t cooperate,” Atracion warns.
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“Where’s the Dantallion?”
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“Good question,” Nato replies.
“Have you asked your friend here? He looks smart.”
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“This isn’t a game,” Atracion snarls.
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Just then, Rykrof enters the storehouse.
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“He’s not talking,” Sarlo informs his friend.
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“Do you know who I am?” Rykrof asks as he approaches the officer.
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“Well, I’ll be… you’re alive…”
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“Rykrof Enloe… traitor to the Empire.”
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“Time’s running out here…”
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“Where is the Dantallion stationed? Where’s Tylin Gere?”
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“That’s Baron Tylin Gere,” Nato sneers while turning back to Rykrof.
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“You’ll make it through this if you share the Baron’s whereabouts,” Rykrof tells the man.
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“Rykrof, we can’t take him with us. It’s too hot out there with so many Stormtroopers. And we need to get moving.”
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“It looks like you’re going to leave here empty handed,” Nato smirks.
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“Long live the Empire.”
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“I’m sorry it has to be this way,” Rykrof laments.
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“Wait, where are you going?” the officer asks nervously.
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“You know, I used to get pleasure with this sort of thing,” Atracion groans as he moves in on the prisoner.
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“It won’t be long before the Imperials realize this guy’s gone missing,” Rykrof warns.
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“Let’s get the hell out of here.”
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The group then exits the chamber…
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…while outside, business continues as usual.
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But tensions on the streets are high, and some are looking for any excuse to start a fight.
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Meanwhile, Officer Kevtin has missed his check in…
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…prompting the Magistrate to order his men to begin lockdown procedures.
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His troops run into one very unhappy resident…
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…a massive Ketrillian, who stands before the squad, bellowing in anger!
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He lunges at the troops…
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…overpowering several members of the squad!
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“Blast that thing!”
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“Kill it!”
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The massive alien collapses in defeat!
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With unrest spreading, the entire garrison is mobilized…
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…as citizens flee to their homes!
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Searching building by building, the Imperial forces have been alerted to suspicious activity in a warehouse on the outskirts of the city…
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…including the Magistrate himself.
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“Sir, you’re going to want to see this.”
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“We’ve found him…”
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“…or, what’s left of him.”
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“Savages!” Magistrate Balfour exclaims.
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“Conduct a full investigation of the premises and question every citizen who was within two kilometers of this warehouse today…”
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“…and restrict any ships from leaving the city…”
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“…I want a full report on my desk by 0600 hours tomorrow.”
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Meanwhile, Rykrof and his team approach their ship.
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“Everything looks clear,” Sarlo observes.
“Let’s go before this area gets locked down!”
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“Beep beep!” R1-9 squeaks in excitement.
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“Things didn’t work out here,” Rykrof frowns.
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“…but tomorrow’s another day.”
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The group narrowly avoids Imperial detection before blasting into hyperspace!
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