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" Hello, what's this? " a thug said to himself, working at one of the terminals at the palace. Looking closely at the information on the screen, he nudged the thug beside him, working at the adjacent terminal. " Look what we got here. Someone seems to have found a trasmission. Too late to block it now though. " " You tell the boss. I got this one. " the other thug said, quickly getting to work on resecuring their transmission data to prevent further interceptions.

Bolba was still enjoying the company of his Zeltron slave when there was a loud bang on the wall. < What is it!? > he angrily growled. " Master Bolba, Sir, forgive me, but there is a matter of great importance you must be aware of. " After a brief pause, the wall opened. The thug entered. < Well? > Bolba asked, annoyed. " Master Bolba, we detected some interference and discovered it to be someone had intercepted a transmission. Since none of the locals would have such capabilities, we can determine it is most likely the Imperials on planet. It's safe to assume they now know who you are and what you do. " < Great... > the Hutt sighed. < This was inevitable I suppose. Very well, send them a standard care package, and make sure the messenger lets them know our intentions. > " Very well, Master Bolba. " the thug left, the wall closing behind him, and Bolba resumed the task at hand with Diana.

Resuming his station at the terminal, the thug sent out an order. Shortly after, another thug walked up from elsewhere in the palace. " What's up? " he asked. " Care package to the Imperials. You know the deal, let them know we're the best chance they got at any allies, and so forth. " " I'm on it. " The thug went off for the hangar, seeing a duo of Gammorean placing random things into a large case, then placing the case on a speeder bike, strapping it securely. Bolba had most foreseeable events covered, and things were organized so everyone could quickly react to such a circumstance once an order was given.

In mere moments, the speeder bike hurried off, the case carrying 20,000 credits, and a number of modified blasters, some explosives, and a few other random gifts, all for the Imps to take as a helping hand to better handle whatever incidents they encounter.

Before too long, the messenger pulled up to New Karna, stopping when he came to the border and saw the guards. " Excuse me, gentlemen, I have a gift for your big boss in this case here, curtesy of Bolba the Hutt. He understands you boys are doing a fine job keeping things in order, but considering you're all posted on such a backwater planet, he wants to help with some accommodations, since you no doubt aren't as fully supplied as you'd like to be. "

The thug himself was unarmed, knowing full well they would most likely vape him the moment they found anything on him. However, he did slowly reach into his pocket and pull out a key to the case. " This unlocks the case. Considering what's inside, you may want to hold onto it instead of me, wouldn't want your boss saying it's a safety risk or anything. "

"Know anything Uulshos Manufacturing's Repulsorcraft?" She asked as she guided the droid to the Imperial base.

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The men, still struggling with repulsorcraft repairs, noted the arrival of the XO with marked unenthusiasm.
"Miss Aryss isn't here." The Flight sergeant replied as he worked to adjust a repulsorcoil."You need something, Lieutenant?"

He nodded. "I'm taking the liberty of getting everyone drinks tonight." He looked at them. "Would any of you like anything in particular, and where might I find Lieutenant Aryss?"

C4 repeated, realizing his current owner wasn't exactly fluent in his language. The droid flipped on a file of music, to help pass the time. Having no speakers, however, it was only to amuse himself.

Groz instantly reacted the the growl and spun to face it's source. His arms were up in a defensive position, ready for attack. What he wasn't ready for was the massive dog-like creature pouncing onto him and knocking him down the steps. He fell hard onto his back and made his own growl out of pain. Immediately, he plotted out how he would wage this battle and began trying to grab the dog-creature by its upper and lower jaw. He was concentration on this and ignoring any other creatures that would soon be surrounding him.

Groz could feel the sharp, intense pains of the pack nipping and scratching at his side. With each new puncture, each new cut and slash, he let out more and more noise and became more enraged. As soon as he had grappled the dogs upper and lower jaw, he used all his strength to rip them apart, attempting to break his jaw in half.

The other dogs were getting to him. He began pushing the dead dog off of him, but the pain was almost beginning to tire him. He was losing alot of blood- not a good sign in any battle. After struggling with the dead dog, he got an idea. He drew his blaster form his side holster, struggling to not drop it as dogs bit at his hand. When it was finally securely in his grasp he fired off a few shots at the dogs on the right side, hoping they would scatter- even for the slightest moment- so he could roll out from under the carcass pinning him down.

In the instant that the dogs left his right side, he immediately pushed the big dead dog to his left and it stubbornly rolled off to the side. He rolled quickly himself to the right and could breathe again as the massive weight was no longer on his chest. As quickly as he could gather his wits about him, he stood up and began firing at them.