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"Might makes right in the galaxy. Brute force is the only true universal language. And if you're not strong enough to defend what's yours, you're probably not doing anything worthwhile with it anyway."
The Rodian turned as though to march back the way he came.
"If you think you can handle it boy, then we will be doing more than nose thumbing. We'll be going to war against a galaxy spanning empire. They'll have every logical advantage over us: Superior training, firepower, and numbers. In the end, we'll probably all end up dead. But I'll be damned if I'm going to just sit quietly while they run this world ragged. If you think you can stand it, then follow me. But if you cant, you're better off leaving now. Because after today, there will be no going back.

Colonel Saburo Akaga took a look down at the datapad that had been handed him and hissed between his teeth.

It had been two weeks since the last major outbreak in violence, and in that time Captain Hildegard's Recon Troop had already begun moving non-humans to an internment camp. Far earlier then he'd planned, and without approval of the plan by Akaga. Already rumors and rumbles of descent had begun to spread among both the human and non-human population.

Fortunately Colonel Akaga had succeeded in stalling the implementation of his own plan to do much the same thing in New Karna and the other settlements. If Port Loka was an example of what to expect in public reaction to the moves then Akaga knew that simultaneous imposition of the policy in New Karna, Dolimas, and Seya City as well would have led to an outright uprising.

Still that wasn't the primary issue for the day, today was about rewarding subordinates for their performance, and maybe even getting to know them a little better. He smiled slightly as he thought about the small plastic case in his desk... and the other medals and awards already packed away.

But Governor Sirus had already begun to warp the event as he starred at his datapad once more, the ceremony was already being twisted into a piece of political theater.

Glancing at a chronometer Akaga stood and thumbed on his comm-link, "Is the plan in place?"

There was a cough in the other end of the line, "Yes sir, we've got all the drinks ordered as well as the apps... You sure you want to wait till after the ceremony sir?"

Colonel Akaga smiled, "After hearing the Governor drone on, wouldn't you want to get drunk?"

"Yes sir!" The voice answered smartly.

Grozthar looked around at the ragtag band of men-at-arms. He soon saw Rate and smiled he was still alive. He would have liked to talk to him but now was not the time. Instead, he stepped infront of a small human male who was in his way and motioned for Char's attention.

What is it? You know how anxious we are to help. I mean, we're not desperate enough to be stupid, just desperate enough to be dangerous. And not to ourselves either.

About two weeks ago, Rate, Charr and a human boy, Lenler, had found him in his farmhouse and recruited him. For the past two weeks, he had been with his couple of men, training in hit-in-run tactics. Guerilla warfare. It wasn't like they could attack head on or such, after all. But all in all, he was glad to be fighting the bastards who had imprisoned his species.

A rather loud laugh was heard throughout the grand hall of Bolba's palace as the Hutt enjoyed himself during the party he decided to throw. In the past couple of weeks his ' helping hand ' to a few choice Imperial higher ups netted him his smuggling operation back into full swing. It was fairly common to see a party of some degree going on in the palace as long as no incidents arose that demanded focus of Bolba or his men. The Hutt himself, being a creature of hedonism, was only to happy to liven the place up after having to halt all smuggling operations and keep it quiet all the time. Even his slaves were given a bit more freedom to do as they please, though they still had to obey Bolba without question as always.

Some of the female thugs had changed into dancer costumes and performed for the bulk of the organization. It wasn't long after seeing them arouse the interests of several of his men that Bolba decided he wanted some attention himself, and Diana was soon giving some personal entertainment to her master. The Twi'lek slave finally got a break of her own and was taking it easy.

Duke however, simply remained in his usual spot near the Hutt crime lord and looked around, seemingly uninterested in the show. He already knew that in a short while Bolba would once again have his way with his Zeltron slave, and the mental image of it angered him. While he should be enjoying himself, the Mandalorian was instead annoyed. Sometimes being a crime lord's top man was a royal pain.

Chariot LAV #06 rumbled down the road to New Karna, loaded down with the 4 members of the NSMASC team (Naval Special Missions and Air Support Coordination).
And although she could feel the vibration of #06's repulsors floating them along, Kara Aryss could swear they werent going anywhere. Looking out the "co-pilot" seat window, the terain didnt seem to change. Mile after mile of prarrie and savannah, with nary a thing to differentiate one kilometer of ground from the other, or one hundred Klicks from the next one hundred klicks.

It got boring in a hurry. At least it space there were stars to look at. No such luck on the Golden Savannah.

Kara was clad in her dress uniform: an olive grey double breasted tunic, trousers, polished black boots, grey cap, and black belt. She even went through the trouble of fixing her hair.

"All dressed up and nowhere to go." She muttered as she stared with a glazed look out at the savanna. "Not here at any rate."

"Lighten up, Miss." Flight Sergeant Colsan told her from his seat at the wheel. "At last we'll be in the spaceport for a time. Maybe we'll get a chance to cut loose."

"Bloody fat chance of that happening." Kara groaned. "It'll be all pomp and circumstance for a few hours and then we're sent right back around to Lietuenant Bent Kriffcan and his Dirt Rangers."

She sighed and glanced out the window again, catching a glint of sunlight on metal far off in the distance.
"Wonder what that is." She said aloud.

"Don't know, but we've no time to check it out." Colsan told her. "The last thing we need is to catch hell from command while they're congratulating us."

Of course, there was one bit of news Ford was quite happy about. He'd heard of it, more rumor than anything, but all evidence pointed that his sub-lieutenant was geeting removed from his duty and taken to another part of the planet where her skills would be more needed. It wasn't official yet, but the executive officer trusted his sources; they were rarely wrong.

So, faced with the prospect of possibly being rid of the woman for good, he grabbed his E-11 and made his way torwards the barracks. The ceremony, which he was not invited to, would be televised on the local holonet feed so that all of the off-duties as well as any pro-Imperials could watch without leaving their homes or work.

Reaching the chambers, he was greeted by several of his men. Returning formal salutations, he continued walking, until he was in the adjacant garage. He figured he'd hang around in here for a while, until it was time to leave.