The Storyteller
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Former Imperial Shipyard 2A7, Planet Mon Cala, Calamari Sector
“Make sure to work those kriffing Fishes until they drop dead. If any of them get out of line execute on the spot. I don’t care how you do it.”
Overseer Ionia Ro sat in her office with utter shock before the hologram of her superior. Admiral Sozen was proving to be a stubborn man when it came to priorities.
“Lord Protector I understand the need to make some examples and staying true to the Empire. However, we need to have at least some of the workers alive to help us keep building and repairing ships.”
Shaking her head she added
“Killing them all off would set back production for months if not years.”
The warlord’s tone grew colder as he retorted. “Spare me the useless commentary. They will be replaced with droids soon enough. Do as I command or you will share their fate.”
A shiver went down Ro’s spine before she readily nodded. “Understood. It shall be done milord.”
Once the hologram turned off the overseer slumped in her chair. For the hundredth wondered she ended up in this mess. For the first time Ionia muttered a curse toward the Sith.
I had a good job here until the disbandment. Now I’m taking orders from a mad man. At least we made sure the workers are isolated and not aware of what’s happening down below. They need to be eliminated the truth is found out.
As she was thinking of that, several transports under limited fighter escort flew toward the shipyard’s hanger bay. Supposedly the transports carried new equipment and droids for production. In reality the ships had been recently hijacked and carried rebel troops instead.
Their objective, secure the shipyard for the Mon Cala and rescue the local workers held captive there.
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