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The Imperial agent sat across from Prae and Prae leaned back in his seat. “Ensign Kora’s been released, right?” said Prae as the agent scrolled through a report on his datapad, “She didn’t have anything to do with this. I was the superior officer—she’s my responsibility.” “Oh—of course, of course,” said the agent, not making eye contact as he scrolled through the datapad, “This is all just a formality, really. Your actions were technically legal within the framework of the Assembly—-such hiccups are natural with a regime change.” “A formality,” sai

Aria woke with a soft gasp in a small and rumpled bunk. She moved to sit up immediately but winced and grunted and laid back down on her side, her back stinging. The room was dark but she glanced over to see the soft glow of a light switch. Moving up on the bed with her elbows and grunting a bit with the effort, she reached out, touched the button and the room lit up. It was cramped—only slightly larger than the closet she had been locked in, but with even less space between the bunk, a locker, and a small worktable and made even smaller by the posters on the wall. There was an antique propaganda poster featuring a woman in a very un-

“It’s a bloodbath down here! We need reinforcements!” an assembly guard’s voice was barely recognizable through all the jamming and all the rain, but Clariz frowned and tapped at several icons on her screen. Foreman Toriss set a cup of caf next to her and she looked at him expectantly.   “Empire’s putting the screws on the Assembly,” he said with a sigh, pulling up a seat next to her, “At this point, if we allocate any resources to the Dooku estate, they’ll know.” “Well we can’t just leave them! They’re—-” Clariz cut herself off at the sound of more sta

“Aria? Aria!” Cyp sighed and shut off the comm, then unsheathed his lightsaber and dipped out from behind he and Val’s makeshift barricade of ammo crates from the Grand Assembly and blocked several more blaster bolts from the oncoming forces of droids. He looked back at Val’s ship, where he and Val had essentially thrown Tepui onto the entry ramp and shut it while yelling at her and Galix not to touch anything, then glanced over to see Val staring at him. “What?” said Cyp. “You said you loved her,” said Val. Cyp had a hard time combining the visual of a Mandalorian helmet and the words coming