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[font=Times New Roman]The Star Destroyer cleared the mine field, her distinctive arrowhead hull pushing out from the rocks and, with the outpost of Dayark in sight, increased her speed to a cruise. There were few ships around them, save for the column of freighters and escorting frigates that brought with them supplies and troops for the garrison.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]The distance to the planet decreased rapidly as they approached, and soon the Border Defence forces were moving to intercept them. Imperial rule in the Kathol Region was all but complete, and this (the only route into or out of the system) was guarded jealously against intrusion.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“Star Destroyer Avatar, this is Caradhras, Kathol Border Defence.” The voice of the vessel’s commander came over the bridge com. “Please transmit identification and clearance codes. You have thirty seconds to comply.”[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]As if to prove their point, the great ship’s shields became active and her weapons tracked to target the approaching vessels.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]At a nod from the Captain, the Avatar transmitted the appropriate codes, and the defending ships slowed.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“Avatar, you are clear to continue. Governor Nell sends his regards.” And with that, the ships turned back towards Dayark, escorting the Imperial ships inward. The freighters, those that were not bound for the deeper reaches of the sector, took their assigned slots in orbit to await landing instructions.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]The remainder gathered about the Avatar, the Star Destroyer having already broken from the escorts and begun moving away from the planet.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“Helm, bring us about. Prepare to go to lightspeed.” And soon, with the asteroid field and Dayark behind them, they were once more in hyperspace, delving deeper into the reaches of the Kathol Sector.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]The Empire’s reclaiming of the region had been all but completed with the end of the War and the restoration of Imperial rule to Kal’Shebbol. But the Coalition had managed, despite the Empire’s efforts thus far, to hold onto Lorize, a manufacturing centre of some renown.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“Captain.” The navigation officer was standing before her as she looked up. “Hyperspace reversion in one minute, Ma’am.”[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]Trinity nodded her thanks, dismissing the officer with a wave of her hand. She could feel the ship slowing, and soon they were back in realspace, another planet filling the viewport before them.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]Ariel Trinity had not been to Kal’Shebbol since its surrender to the Empire – the reorganization of the <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /><st1:place w:st="on"><st1:PlaceName w:st="on">Kathol</st1:PlaceName> <st1:PlaceType w:st="on">Republic</st1:PlaceType></st1:place> (as it was known) had been handled internally, with only a few convoys having visited the world thus far.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]The com became active almost immediately, blaring warnings that they were in space reserved for the Grand Imperial Navy. With the touch of a button, the required transmissions were sent, and the com chatter cut out.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]The freighters broke off from the Star Destroyer, safe now above the Imperial controlled world, to unload their cargoes. The Avatar entered orbit, her two kilometre bulk taking a place nearly directly above the capital city of the world.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“Colonel Johnson, you have the bridge.” And with that, she was gone, the bridge doors sliding shut as the turbolift moved downwards.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]Kal’Shebbol’s surface could once have been compared to a miniature version of Coruscant. Not entirely covered by construction, the way the capital was, it instead offered a few cities of gigantic proportions, both in spread and in vertical prowess.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]These cities had been largely destroyed in the Outer-Rim Sovereignty’s invasion of this world. With the tactics the ORS had shown at Bespin and Abregado-rae, it was of small surprise that Kal’Shebbol had been brought to the very brink of destruction in the attacks.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]Then Empire had set about repairing the world, making efforts to rebuild the cities and restore life to the devastated lands around, the killing fields on which untold thousands of soldiers, Sovereignty and Kal’Shebbol, had died.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]To the Outer-Rim Sovereignty, and its bloodthirsty President/Warlord Griff, the lives of the planet’s people mattered not. As for their soldiers – the President clearly had considered clones beneath him, and had seen thousands march into lines of fire to satisfy his ends.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“Even the Empire’s clone soldiers are shown more respect than these.” Trinity muttered, looking on as her shuttle passed low over one of the still-unrestored battlefields. Bodies (or perhaps they were simply empty shells of armour) littered the ground, as grim a reminder as any of the horrors of war.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]Then they were passed, the shuttle rising to the level of the city in front of them. This was gleaming new, the towers of hundreds of buildings breaking the vast landscape. The city was obviously Imperial – the architecture hailing that of the <st1:PlaceName w:st="on">Imperial</st1:PlaceName> <st1:PlaceType w:st="on">Palace</st1:PlaceType> on Coruscant, right down to the great building that, bearing the Empire’s crest above her doors, was the seat of the <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:PlaceName w:st="on">Kathol</st1:PlaceName> <st1:PlaceType w:st="on">Republic</st1:PlaceType></st1:place>’s government.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]The shuttle landed on the reserved pad in front of the building, and the ramp lowered to the ceremonial red carpet that greeted the first arrival of an Ubiqtorate Commander since the retaking of the world.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“Captain Trinity.” The Governor, a portly man named Rufus, said, his wide face breaking into a smile. “Welcome to Kal’Shebbol! Please, follow me.”[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]The Captain nodded, following the man down the walkway that was formed by the ranks of Imperial Stormtroopers standing at attention on either side.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“We are glad to finally meet a representative of Admiral Drayson, Captain. Tell me, do you know when she might be visiting us here?”[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]They were passing now through the grand doors into the building, up a series of wide concrete steps, all engraved with the Imperial crest.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“I cannot say with any certainty, Governor. Admiral Drayson has been most busy handling the affairs of the Ubiqtorate. And we understand that the <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:PlaceName w:st="on">Kathol</st1:PlaceName> <st1:PlaceType w:st="on">Republic</st1:PlaceType></st1:place> has done very well for itself, without the need of constant supervision.”[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]Though one might have doubted it possible, the smile on the governor’s face grew at this.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“We have, Captain, we have. But the people grow somewhat restless… we do what we can, but to have their liberator visit here would do a great deal for public support.”[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]Trinity nodded her agreement.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“Yeah… I’m sure she will find the time, when the problems at home are taken care of. The Ubiqtorate has seen much action, of late.”[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“I understand, Captain, I do. I’ll show you to your quarters, and I’ll send an escort for you in three hours time, and we can dine and discuss this further.”[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“As you can imagine, Captain, we have had some trouble with the Coalition… entering through the Dayark Perimeter without access codes, and the like. We’ve been lenient because we’re supposed to be at peace with them, but their presence in the system presents a security hazard that has us all a little bit worried.”[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]Trinity nodded, sipping from the crystal glass that the server droid had laid in front of her.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“Bhindi – the Admiral – has been keeping an eye on the situation here. As much as she is able, anyway. The Coalition has approached you about the situation?”[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“No… Lorize is a fairly small world, as far as its population goes. But whoever is in charge of the Coalition presence there hasn’t come to us.”[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]Trinity set the glass down, thinking.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“Has the Empire taken any of her convoys yet? Suspended, or otherwise?” [/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“No. We’ve left them alone, for our part… aside from routine security checks. We haven’t actually diverted any of their ships, so far.”[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“Probably for the best. The Coalition hasn’t expressed concern about the situation Lorize is in? We’re deep in Imperial space here.”[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“Not to us, Captain. I imagine they believe themselves safe, what with the peace treaty and all.”[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“No… the aliens were always slow to see the truth. Very well. Governor, I want you to prepare your fleet.”[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“My fleet, Captain? Surely you don’t plan on invading the planet? We could hardly hope to spare the manpower if there’s an uprising!”[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]Trinity laughed, placing her datapad on the tabletop and activating the unit.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“An invasion is not necessary to take Lorize, Governor. I have aboard the Avatar a number of mines, which we will spread on the route into Lorize tomorrow. I want your fleet to monitor these mines and intercept any craft they may impede.”[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“You have a plan?”[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]The Line Captain smiled thinly.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“You might say that. Lorize is an industrialized planet, it relies on sources of food from outside her borders to maintain a liveable condition. More than that, however, your fleet will also be on hand to jam their communications.”[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“Cut the world off from the rest of the galaxy.” The Governor said, his lips pursed.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“Precisely. The Coalition does not work the same way as the Empire. It is part of the reason they faltered at the height of the War. They believe that their people should be free to govern themselves, and so they are. And if the people of Lorize desire to leave the Coalition and join the Empire… then it shall be so, and the Coalition can do nothing about it.”[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“Save to attack the <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:PlaceName w:st="on">Kathol</st1:PlaceName> <st1:PlaceType w:st="on">Republic</st1:PlaceType></st1:place>!” Rufus said, standing. “This is a dangerous plan of action, Captain.”[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“Hardly. The Coalition has not the strength to challenge the Empire. Not now. They did once, and they blew it. And now they know as well as we do that the Empire could crush them like the bugs they are. Even assuming they could mount an assault as revenge for the loss of Lorize, their Constitution forbids it. We proved that at Abregado-rae.”[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“Abregado-rae was ravaged by the Coalition, was it not?”[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“By the Outer-rim Sovereignty… the holders of the Coalition’s leash. But that was a misguided effort to capture the Admiral, little more. Nevertheless, the Empire will appease the Coalition to what extend we may… a war avoided cannot hurt us.”[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]Standing, Trinity shook the other man’s hand and left, the double doors sliding closed behind her.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]The Star Destroyer cleared the mine field, her distinctive arrowhead hull pushing out from the rocks and, with the outpost of Dayark in sight, increased her speed to a cruise. There were few ships around them, save for the column of freighters and escorting frigates that brought with them supplies and troops for the garrison.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]The distance to the planet decreased rapidly as they approached, and soon the Border Defence forces were moving to intercept them. Imperial rule in the Kathol Region was all but complete, and this (the only route into or out of the system) was guarded jealously against intrusion.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“Star Destroyer Avatar, this is Caradhras, Kathol Border Defence.” The voice of the vessel’s commander came over the bridge com. “Please transmit identification and clearance codes. You have thirty seconds to comply.”[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]As if to prove their point, the great ship’s shields became active and her weapons tracked to target the approaching vessels.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]At a nod from the Captain, the Avatar transmitted the appropriate codes, and the defending ships slowed.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“Avatar, you are clear to continue. Governor Nell sends his regards.” And with that, the ships turned back towards Dayark, escorting the Imperial ships inward. The freighters, those that were not bound for the deeper reaches of the sector, took their assigned slots in orbit to await landing instructions.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]The remainder gathered about the Avatar, the Star Destroyer having already broken from the escorts and begun moving away from the planet.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“Helm, bring us about. Prepare to go to lightspeed.” And soon, with the asteroid field and Dayark behind them, they were once more in hyperspace, delving deeper into the reaches of the Kathol Sector.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]The Empire’s reclaiming of the region had been all but completed with the end of the War and the restoration of Imperial rule to Kal’Shebbol. But the Coalition had managed, despite the Empire’s efforts thus far, to hold onto Lorize, a manufacturing centre of some renown.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“Captain.” The navigation officer was standing before her as she looked up. “Hyperspace reversion in one minute, Ma’am.”[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]Trinity nodded her thanks, dismissing the officer with a wave of her hand. She could feel the ship slowing, and soon they were back in realspace, another planet filling the viewport before them.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]Ariel Trinity had not been to Kal’Shebbol since its surrender to the Empire – the reorganization of the <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /><st1:place w:st="on"><st1:PlaceName w:st="on">Kathol</st1:PlaceName> <st1:PlaceType w:st="on">Republic</st1:PlaceType></st1:place> (as it was known) had been handled internally, with only a few convoys having visited the world thus far.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]The com became active almost immediately, blaring warnings that they were in space reserved for the Grand Imperial Navy. With the touch of a button, the required transmissions were sent, and the com chatter cut out.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]The freighters broke off from the Star Destroyer, safe now above the Imperial controlled world, to unload their cargoes. The Avatar entered orbit, her two kilometre bulk taking a place nearly directly above the capital city of the world.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“Colonel Johnson, you have the bridge.” And with that, she was gone, the bridge doors sliding shut as the turbolift moved downwards.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]Kal’Shebbol’s surface could once have been compared to a miniature version of Coruscant. Not entirely covered by construction, the way the capital was, it instead offered a few cities of gigantic proportions, both in spread and in vertical prowess.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]These cities had been largely destroyed in the Outer-Rim Sovereignty’s invasion of this world. With the tactics the ORS had shown at Bespin and Abregado-rae, it was of small surprise that Kal’Shebbol had been brought to the very brink of destruction in the attacks.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]Then Empire had set about repairing the world, making efforts to rebuild the cities and restore life to the devastated lands around, the killing fields on which untold thousands of soldiers, Sovereignty and Kal’Shebbol, had died.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]To the Outer-Rim Sovereignty, and its bloodthirsty President/Warlord Griff, the lives of the planet’s people mattered not. As for their soldiers – the President clearly had considered clones beneath him, and had seen thousands march into lines of fire to satisfy his ends.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“Even the Empire’s clone soldiers are shown more respect than these.” Trinity muttered, looking on as her shuttle passed low over one of the still-unrestored battlefields. Bodies (or perhaps they were simply empty shells of armour) littered the ground, as grim a reminder as any of the horrors of war.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]Then they were passed, the shuttle rising to the level of the city in front of them. This was gleaming new, the towers of hundreds of buildings breaking the vast landscape. The city was obviously Imperial – the architecture hailing that of the <st1:PlaceName w:st="on">Imperial</st1:PlaceName> <st1:PlaceType w:st="on">Palace</st1:PlaceType> on Coruscant, right down to the great building that, bearing the Empire’s crest above her doors, was the seat of the <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:PlaceName w:st="on">Kathol</st1:PlaceName> <st1:PlaceType w:st="on">Republic</st1:PlaceType></st1:place>’s government.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]The shuttle landed on the reserved pad in front of the building, and the ramp lowered to the ceremonial red carpet that greeted the first arrival of an Ubiqtorate Commander since the retaking of the world.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“Captain Trinity.” The Governor, a portly man named Rufus, said, his wide face breaking into a smile. “Welcome to Kal’Shebbol! Please, follow me.”[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]The Captain nodded, following the man down the walkway that was formed by the ranks of Imperial Stormtroopers standing at attention on either side.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“We are glad to finally meet a representative of Admiral Drayson, Captain. Tell me, do you know when she might be visiting us here?”[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]They were passing now through the grand doors into the building, up a series of wide concrete steps, all engraved with the Imperial crest.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“I cannot say with any certainty, Governor. Admiral Drayson has been most busy handling the affairs of the Ubiqtorate. And we understand that the <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:PlaceName w:st="on">Kathol</st1:PlaceName> <st1:PlaceType w:st="on">Republic</st1:PlaceType></st1:place> has done very well for itself, without the need of constant supervision.”[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]Though one might have doubted it possible, the smile on the governor’s face grew at this.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“We have, Captain, we have. But the people grow somewhat restless… we do what we can, but to have their liberator visit here would do a great deal for public support.”[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]Trinity nodded her agreement.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“Yeah… I’m sure she will find the time, when the problems at home are taken care of. The Ubiqtorate has seen much action, of late.”[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“I understand, Captain, I do. I’ll show you to your quarters, and I’ll send an escort for you in three hours time, and we can dine and discuss this further.”[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]Later<o:p></o:p>[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“As you can imagine, Captain, we have had some trouble with the Coalition… entering through the Dayark Perimeter without access codes, and the like. We’ve been lenient because we’re supposed to be at peace with them, but their presence in the system presents a security hazard that has us all a little bit worried.”[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]Trinity nodded, sipping from the crystal glass that the server droid had laid in front of her.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“Bhindi – the Admiral – has been keeping an eye on the situation here. As much as she is able, anyway. The Coalition has approached you about the situation?”[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“No… Lorize is a fairly small world, as far as its population goes. But whoever is in charge of the Coalition presence there hasn’t come to us.”[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]Trinity set the glass down, thinking.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“Has the Empire taken any of her convoys yet? Suspended, or otherwise?” [/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“No. We’ve left them alone, for our part… aside from routine security checks. We haven’t actually diverted any of their ships, so far.”[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“Probably for the best. The Coalition hasn’t expressed concern about the situation Lorize is in? We’re deep in Imperial space here.”[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“Not to us, Captain. I imagine they believe themselves safe, what with the peace treaty and all.”[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“No… the aliens were always slow to see the truth. Very well. Governor, I want you to prepare your fleet.”[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“My fleet, Captain? Surely you don’t plan on invading the planet? We could hardly hope to spare the manpower if there’s an uprising!”[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]Trinity laughed, placing her datapad on the tabletop and activating the unit.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“An invasion is not necessary to take Lorize, Governor. I have aboard the Avatar a number of mines, which we will spread on the route into Lorize tomorrow. I want your fleet to monitor these mines and intercept any craft they may impede.”[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“You have a plan?”[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]The Line Captain smiled thinly.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“You might say that. Lorize is an industrialized planet, it relies on sources of food from outside her borders to maintain a liveable condition. More than that, however, your fleet will also be on hand to jam their communications.”[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“Cut the world off from the rest of the galaxy.” The Governor said, his lips pursed.[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“Precisely. The Coalition does not work the same way as the Empire. It is part of the reason they faltered at the height of the War. They believe that their people should be free to govern themselves, and so they are. And if the people of Lorize desire to leave the Coalition and join the Empire… then it shall be so, and the Coalition can do nothing about it.”[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“Save to attack the <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:PlaceName w:st="on">Kathol</st1:PlaceName> <st1:PlaceType w:st="on">Republic</st1:PlaceType></st1:place>!” Rufus said, standing. “This is a dangerous plan of action, Captain.”[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“Hardly. The Coalition has not the strength to challenge the Empire. Not now. They did once, and they blew it. And now they know as well as we do that the Empire could crush them like the bugs they are. Even assuming they could mount an assault as revenge for the loss of Lorize, their Constitution forbids it. We proved that at Abregado-rae.”[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“Abregado-rae was ravaged by the Coalition, was it not?”[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]“By the Outer-rim Sovereignty… the holders of the Coalition’s leash. But that was a misguided effort to capture the Admiral, little more. Nevertheless, the Empire will appease the Coalition to what extend we may… a war avoided cannot hurt us.”[/font]
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[font=Times New Roman]Standing, Trinity shook the other man’s hand and left, the double doors sliding closed behind her.[/font]