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With a loud reptilian growl, Zandule lunges forward and hits the door's control panel, opening it. He jumps back and fires the flamethrower through the open door, motioning the barrel left and right. While back stepping, he puts Eira behind cover and reaches for a few thermals with his empty hand. "Bombs away!" he yelled with delight as he stopped the onslaught of flames momentarily to lob the explosives.     Within seconds, explosions erupted throughout the hallway as various troopers could be heard yelling and scrambling for cover. Not giving them a chance to reorganize themselves, Zandule continued his assault with the flamethrower. "I lov

Tarkin stares at a terminal screen with interest as he watches the two wouldbe assailants arm themselves from a nearby security camera. From another terminal he watches as his flagship positions itself over Ryloth. "This is the Executrix. Standing by in low orbit over Ryloth." 'Finally some good new' Tarkin thinks to himself as he leans forward to respond. "Very good commander. Begin calibration sequence, but don't fire until give the order." "Yes Sir."    Turning his attention back to the ragtag burglars, Tarkin presses a button on nearby control pad, activating the speaker within the room. "..Stealing Imperial ordinance is a crim

Olakri. Eira's home village had meant so much to her that it reached her soft side. One could almost say she was compromised right then and there by just mention of her home that she had longed to forget. Yet, the Grand Moff, Willhuff Tarkin himself said it and it haunted her so much so that a tear trickled down her cheek. Eira Kasuloo, Ryloth's most defined hero, daughter of wealthy parents whom fought politically for the sovereignty of her people, renegade to the Alliance was brought to tears at the mercy of the Emperor's second right hand man. Olakri is the only one true good thing from her past she held onto. "No," she shook her head s

Tarkin stood solemnly on the command bridge, silently inspecting the nearby officers at their command stations. His concentration was interrupted however by a lieutenant who approached him. "Sir, the prisoner has arrived and is currently being detained in cellblock 94."      Tarkin turns his head slightly in the officers direction and nodded in acknowledgement, "Thank you Lieutenant. I'll be down shortly." He replied sternly. Once the Lieutenant was out of sight, Tarkin turned command of the bridge over to a nearby Captain, who was fidgeting nervously with a control panel. "Take over, Captain." Tarkin barked as he turned swiftl

My name is Kent Connolly. I'm a reporter for the Wasteland Times. A newspaper that I founded some time back. I'll admit its a lesser known paper than Piper's, Publick Occurences paper in Diamond City, but I still manage to keep up thanks to the occasional tip from the Valentine Detective Agency.    We normally follow public interest stories like, missing persons, synth spottings,ect,but for a while now I've been hot on the trail of a vigilante known as, 'Redshell'. A name bestowed upon him by the locals who witness his actions, or at least the aftermath of them.                   &#