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"Captain Jen Krasiri, here," said the smuggler into his mike, connected to the control tower of a Coruscant landing pad. "I am requesting permission to land, over."
"What is your meaning to come to an Imperial landing pad?" asked an Imperial officer.
"The sarlaac needs to feed," said Jen.
"You're here to see um... permission granted, Sir," stuttered a nearly speechless officer as the YT-1210, the Black Aster, landed on the pad.
When the smuggler, dressed in a combonation of Mandalorian, custom, and stormtrooper armour stepped out of the ship a fat Imperial admiral came and shook his hand.
"Where yeh been old chap?" chuckled the officer.
"Vulpter, Tatooine and um.... Onderon," he muttered under his breath.
"You went to Onderon?" gasped the Admiral. "What were you thinking with the Rebel... nevermind. Troopers, carry those crates out now and bring them over here. We'll be spending the night at this place. It's a hotel as well if you hadn't noticed. Actually quite nice. How long has it been since you visited?"
"Half a year at most," said Jen, his voice a little unnexcited. "Though I think you should know that on Onderon I found-"
"Please, wait... wait until we're before the council of colonels and admirals of Onderon... this is important," said the Admiral. "Now, go to your room and perhaps watch some holonet news. I hear they;re having a story on tonight about a secret discovery about the CIS in the Clone Wars."
"How fascinating," he said, actually interested in the show instead of in the really fascinating thing, sitting right in his pocket....
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