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“And you're certain of what you observed at the concert?” Director Isard asked sternly as he gazed at Agent Timothy Suokas with cool consideration. “Yes sir.” Timothy answered as he stood before the three officers within the conference room. “There were multiple anti-Imperial symbols projected onto the stage.” “And the crowd seemed receptive of these symbols?” Colonel Yularen asked gravely. “Yes sir.” Timothy repeated. “At least, they didn't seem deterred by them. I only noted a few individuals leaving the event when the symbols were displayed.” Director Isard, Colonel Yularen, and Timothy's brother Marcos all shared a brief glance before Marcos spoke up. “Timothy can be overzealous in his search for dissident behavior, but I have no reason to doubt his words on this matter.” “Nor do I.” Colonel Yularen stated. “He has been a reliable agent throughout this career.” Director Isard was silent for a moment, his expression unreadable before he spoke. “And what of the alien you have been

“Move up!” Captain Fordo called out over the din of combat, his voice echoing inside of Ack Ack's helmet. “We're retaking the Senate District!” Ack Ack didn't say anything as he moved from cover to cover. Around him members of the Coruscant Guard and 501st Legion pushed up around him as overhead starfighters from multiple legions and corps dueled with their Separatist counterparts. “Look out!” someone shouted. Looking up, Ack Ack dove behind a pile of rubble as an ARC-170 came crashingdown into the street, skidding across the ferrocrete to lodge itself into the thoroughfare's guardrail. “Still there brother?” Fordo asked calmly over their comlink. “I'm here.” Ack Ack replied as he got back to his feet. “Don't know what is more dangerous, the droids' shooting or the damned starfighters falling out of the sky!” “Try not to die to falling debris.” Fordo replied with his usual stoicism. “It would be a bad example to the troops.” Snorting inside of his helmet, Ack Ack moved forward again in

Breathing heavily, Halna looked around at the battlefield grimly. Around him lay the bodies of dead clone troopers and the broken forms of battle droids. As blue dust continued to kick up around him, he cursed the limited visibility more than the insanely bad luck that had led him into this situation as he keyed his helmet's comlink. “Havok, can you hear me?” “Receiving you Admiral. What is your status?” “Heavily engaged, the Republic forces were waiting for us at the depot. Have any of the transports managed to get airborne?” “Affirmative Admiral, I am in contact with GlaDOS. They report seventy-six percent of the transports have made it to the fleet. Thirteen percent have been shot down by enemy action, and the remaining eleven percent are still at the planetside depot and loading.” “Halna?” Demia's voice cut in across the comline. “Admiral Ningo says we cannot afford to get bogged down here. We either leave now, or risk being trapped by Republic fleet forces.” “Understood.” Halna

The swirling blue tunnel of hyperspace gave way to streaks of white that rapidly coalesced into individual points of light set amidst the blackness of space. Dorien was already checking his Y-wing's sensors. His screen showed exactly what the briefing had said it would. The Imperial convoy was flying in close formation, the Acclamator transports' guns covering each other as they moved between jump points. “Tri-Strikes, targets are in the area. First Flight, concentrate on the transports. Watch out for their guns. Second Flight, you're on escort, keep their fighters off of First Flight. Third Flight, you're the reaction force, engage where needed.” “Understood Leader, Second Flight has you.” “Third Flight copies, flying overwatch.” Dorien focused his attention on the nearest of the Acclamator transports. Its hyperdrive would be in the aft section, but destroying the hyperdrive wasn't the goal. The engines though would simply leave the ship adrift. The rest of First Flight, seven other

Stepping off the bridge turbolift, Lieutenant Varez looked out the broad viewport at the head of the heavy cruiser's bridge. He could see the two light cruisers in close formation ahead of the flagship of their little flotilla as he approached his fellow lieutenant, Xasis, who stood at the head of the bridge. “Quiet watch?” Vares asked idly as he joined the other Imperial officer. “Thus far.” his comrade said before checking his wrist chronometer. “You're early.” “I was awake and had already eaten.” Varez answered. “Have the Captain or XO been here?” “No.” Xasis replied with a shrug. “Nothing to report either. Standard traffic from the planet and nearspace.” Vares nodded. He wasn't surprised that neither superior officer had been to the bridge during the ship's night-cycle, what with how mundane this posting had proven. Their cruiser squadron was on station here to monitor local ship traffic and interdict any suspicious activity. So far, the most interesting thing to occur was a single

The chime of an incoming call took Timothy Suokas' attention away from his work as he checked the caller ID. It was his Zeltron lover, Mia. He wondered what she wanted this time as he accepted the call and was greeted by her smiling face. “Timmy! You're free tonight?” He considered saying he wasn't. He did have work he could be doing, had been doing, but seeing Mia's eager expression he found himself pushing work aside. It was a bad habit she was only too happy to encourage alongside his maddeningly unhelpful brother. “I am.” “Great! I've got two tickets to a Starletta concert, I'll come get you! Wear something casual, we don't want to scare everyone away anymore than you already will!” He didn't have a chance to even ask what a Starletta was as she hung up on him and left him scowling at his terminal screen. Entering the word into his terminal's search feature, a pale Twi'lek came up. She was a DJ, a musician. He doubted it was his sort of music looking at her catalog briefly. However