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- Dec 15, 2018
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Onderon was perhaps the most exciting assignment that Castor had ever managed to have and considering his current job consisted of spaceport security, watching over new arrivals with the Force to check for Force sensitives, that probably said something about the other postings that he had actually had in the past.
Sometimes the truth of being a Sith was that you were so very, very, bored perhaps 80% of the time and there was absolutely nothing you could do about it.
At least the people of Onderon were fun to talk to, even if the beast riders were freaky. At the very least the people seemed to be of a friendly sort. No one questioned what Imperial officers were doing in a restaurant, no one caused a scene.
If the Onderonians disliked their presence then that was all well and good but it honestly seemed as if they liked them. He paused as he felt something in the Force, something like... like singing or, at the very least, humming, through the Force.
"Stop everyone coming off that ship." he told the regular police, "Something... someone is setting off some alarms."
Alarms wasn't quite the right word but he didn't have an alternative.
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