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- Apr 29, 2018
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A bass-toned and fairly expressively vocabulated voice rumbled through earpieces as the War Master’s speech was rendered in Basic, his words direct and terse but not unkind as he laid out objectives. This operation was too sensitive for holographic communication.
“Your target is a moderately successful spice mine. The mining process over centuries has weakened the upper levels of many of the mines of Kessel, like an eroding tooth succumbing to decay. Deploy your payloads on marked supports, detonate them and disappear in the resulting confusion as they seek to contain the threat to their profits. They’ll scurry like a mound of ants trodden on by a bantha.”
A dark chuckle that rippled with rich depth, natural in contrast to the stiff vocabulation, closed the transmission.
@Dread @Narsi
“Your target is a moderately successful spice mine. The mining process over centuries has weakened the upper levels of many of the mines of Kessel, like an eroding tooth succumbing to decay. Deploy your payloads on marked supports, detonate them and disappear in the resulting confusion as they seek to contain the threat to their profits. They’ll scurry like a mound of ants trodden on by a bantha.”
A dark chuckle that rippled with rich depth, natural in contrast to the stiff vocabulation, closed the transmission.
@Dread @Narsi