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Message: <blockquote data-quote="DralonXitz" data-source="post: 3266029" data-attributes="member: 20083">(OOC: This happens about 2 years pre A New Hope)As the soldiers follow the man of some authority into the chamber, he silently vanishes into the bleak darkness of the hall and shuts the door.  With the shut, a dim light glows, and the soldiers find themselves in a small, very antique office.  Oak furniture, many Imperial medallions adorning the wall, with a massive, ebony desk in the center of the room.Behind it in a leather chair sits a tall, slender man, with bold, black spikes coming from his skull.  Obviously Zabrak, his red eyes glowed with a passion of zeal and devotion, half of his face clad in a platinum mask, the signs of scars visible near the edges.  He glances through them for a moment and coldly commands, "Have a seat brothers"Moving his left hand to the table, a number of gold and onyx rings glow, his scarred hand bearing the marks of a life of duty and service.  Slowly gliding his fingers against the polished wood, he breathes softly and begins."The four of you have served the Empire for some time.  You have done what you believe to be adequate duty, perhaps even dignifying yourself with the quintessential mantra of going Above and Beyond the call of duty."  Softly smiling, he utters, "You all are nothing.  You are but dogs and peasants in my eyes.  You have not proven yourselves to be anything more special than the average Stormtrooper."Blissfully aware of the maelstrom of confusion, doubt, anger, and hatred that must be swelling inside the minds of his soldiers, he exploits the opportunity and advances.  "Yet, my insignificant minions, you do have some measure of potential, and as I do have something in need of being done, I feel like your lives expendability may compensate well enough for what must be accomplished in the glory of the Empire."Gliding his exposed hand to a small vidscreen, he clicks in a few commands and a small holographic projector rises from the center of the desk, displaying a plethora of information, scrolling as the Commander spoke."The Rebel Alliance, perhaps the only creatures in this galaxy more pathetic than you four, have an uncanny ability for arrogance.  The only thing that seperates the two of you is that your kind at least have the sense to devote your nondescript, worthless lives to the truth of our Galaxy.Recently, the Rebels have decided that they would make an open challenge to Imperial Rule, a kind of symbol to shine their false hope and lies to the hapless ignorants of our glorious Empire.  Scouting out the talented, if you can call them that, of their ranks, they have established a Rebel Academy of some sorts.  We're not sure where, the information was picked up by a relay station on Scyliokar III.  After being intercepted, it was reported to the base commander, and immediatly transmitted to Imperial Intelligence HQ on Coruscant.  Two soldiers saw the information, and immediatly sent it to Lord Vader himself.  The two who received it here were both executed to ensure secrecy, and Lord Vader personally reported this to me to have dealt with.  Your task is to go to Scyliokar III and retrieve the information, and ensure that only 6 people in this Galaxy know anything of this Academy of this operation.  Yourselves, myself, and Lord Vader.  Anyone else who knows of it, or may even be suspected of potentially knowing it, is to be dealt with, in the manner you specialize in."Sitting up in a very serious manner, he glares at the men and repeats, "I repeat, anyone.  Their gender, status, rank, or affiliation matter not to me.  Noone is to know of this, noone.  Even those who serve you, should they learn, must be dealt with."Easing himself a bit, he looks at them and asks calmly, "Questions?"</blockquote>

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