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Message: <blockquote data-quote="DralonXitz" data-source="post: 1732233" data-attributes="member: 20083">The next morning, the twin Suns rose over the horizon and gave birth to the intense heat that was Tatooine.  Praxis was well used to it by now, but it wasn’t something he could get completely comfortable with.  After all, what’s comfortable about Two Glaring Suns?Before his shift began, he decided that it was best to go tell Baxter about what he saw.  Once he got all dressed in his pure black clothing, he put on his Stormtrooper Helmet and left the Officer’s Barracks, heading for the Embassy Building where Baxter’s office was.  It wasn’t a trip he made often, noone really liked Baxter, but not reporting this kind of thing could potentially lead to bad things.As he walked briskly across the grass in the courtyard, a Stormtrooper walked up to him and said, “Ensign Halefaller.”A bit surprised, Praxis stopped walking and looked over at the young Trooper, “Yes Sergeant?”“Sorry to alarm you Sir.  Colonel Baxter ordered me to tell you and Ensign Dustmonter to immediately report to his office.  He says it’s urgent.”This was not what Praxis was expecting.  Maybe he had already heard the news.  At this point, it didn’t matter to the young Officer.  “Very well, thank you Sergeant.  Go tell Dustmonter to meet me at the office.”“Very well sir.”  The trooper delivered a tall salute and continued on his way to the barrack’s where Korban was. Trusting in the sergeant, Praxis continued his way down to the Embassy.  This had to be important, for Baxter himself to call upon the two of them.  A few minutes later, Praxis found himself outside of his commanding officer’s office, a large wooden door reading, BAXTER across it.  He wasn’t answering right now, probably busy with some Warrant Officer in Bestine.  As he sat back in the red plush chair outside of the office, Korban ran into the waiting room, full of his usual energy.“Hey Prax,  I heard the news.  I guess the big man wants something with us.  Maybe my promotion…”, Korban said, his mind full of optimism, dreaming of Space, and all the mysteries that came with it. “Snap out of it bro, this is Baxter we’re talking about.   I bet you something went wrong, the old sloth always has a problem.”, Praxis said, obviously worried about the whole situation.  “An old sloth eh?  Not exactly the kind of conduct I’d expect out of Ensign Halefoller.”Shocked, Praxis looked over to see Colonel Baxter standing in the doorway, a stern look across his face.  The man was more ugly than Praxis remembered.  He weighed about 500 pounds, with a Uniform much too tight for his build.  He had short, blonde hair and constantly coughed, very grotesquely.  He was not appealing to the eye, not at all. Nevertheless, Praxis immediately came to attention and saluted him, his left hand balled in a fist, furious at himself for what he said.“A thousand apologies sir.  I don’t know what came over me.  I can assure you it will never happen again.”Baxter continued to glare at him and then spoke, his voice echoing through the young officer’s mind like a bellow from the thunder god.“It better not, or I can assure you, you’ll take a visit to Dumont Prison in the Dune Sea.  Not a pleasant experience, I can guarantee you that.”  He turned around and waddled into his office, dragging his feet as he stumbled nearly every step, collapsing into his massive leather chair.  Korban got up and walked into the office as well, slapping Praxis on the back as he laughed lightheartedly.  Praxis sighed and walked inside, closing the door behind him.</blockquote>

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