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The cockpit of "Worthless Fool"…
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ALEXIS:
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We're approaching the dayside. Watch the sensors.
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ULRIC:
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We're coming out of the shadow. Scanning for other ships.
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CHAAR:
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You know, I heard something about Najarka once. I wish I could remember what it was.
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ALEXIS:
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Just keep an eye on the power consumption. I'm taking her down into the atmosphere.
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ULRIC:
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Sensors are picking up a large concentration of metal on the surface.
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CHEV:
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I've got that, too. The metallurgical scan shows non-natural alloys present.
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ULRIC:
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Can't get much at this range. Can you take us in a little closer?
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ALEXIS:
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No problem. I'm reducing our glide rate.
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ULRIC:
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That's better. I'm getting more definition now. Hmmm…. It appears to be-
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CHEV:
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That's an IMPERIAL BASE!!
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HARN:
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What!!?
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ALEXIS:
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Are you sure!!?
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ULRIC:
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He is correct. Note the garish but functional hexagonal configuration. However if you--
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ALEXIS:
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(excited) Ulric, switch to full-sphere active scanning! Chaar, get to the gun pod!
Everone hang on! We're getting outta here.
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ULRIC:
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Wait! Wait! -- As I was starting to tell you, the radiation signature's way too small. It's not
using any power.
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CHEV:
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He's right.
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HARN:
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There's no transmissions coming from it either; no activity at all.
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CHAAR:
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Now I remember. One of Tarakhan's personal slaves told me that there was an Imperial base
on Najarka.
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HARN:
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Tell us something we don't already know.
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HARN:
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They did? Why?
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CHAAR:
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It was too dangerous.
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HARN:
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Why?
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CHAAR:
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I never got a chance to find out. Our conversation was interrupted and I never saw her again
after that.
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CHEV:
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How did this slave know all this?
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HARN:
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There's a droid coming.
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CHAAR:
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Tarakhan treated his household slaves like furniture. He always talked freely in front of them
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ALEXIS:
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Do you really think we should land?
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ULRIC:
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She's right. I mean, if something scared away an entire Imperial base…
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GM:
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The homing transceiver, set on maximum range, begins to beep.
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CHEV:
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The transponder is still on the planet. The Rebel agent could still be down there.
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ALEXIS:
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What's the reading?
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ULRIC:
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Straight in. Somewhere near the abandoned base.
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CHAAR:
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Looks like we're going down after all.
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HARN:
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Great. Setting down on a strange planet that's home to something that drove away the Empire
to rescue someone we can't even recognize who may already be dead.
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ALEXIS:
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Didn't we just leave this party?
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