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Chapter 1
Raid on Malastare
"Alright, men," began the Sith officer. He was dressed in a tan uniform wearing a black helmet. The squad was aboard one of three EasyRide passenger airspeeders the group had stolen two days ago. "Load your weapons. In a few seconds, on the signal, we'll drop behind the pod-racing arena and sneak in. Load your weapons and hit 'em hard. Make sure- the signal! GO!"
The group left the taxies on the signal and rampaged in the parking lot. The reason for the attack was that this hippidrome had taxes almost a week overdue. The money was desperately needed to fund the creation of an elite Sith army of droids. The place, no doubt, had the money- over 800,000 credits from gambling.
Darth Enril took out his orange lightsaber and jumped at a dug worker. The group, after carefully destroying almost everything outside, continued thier rampage by attacking the stadium. This raid meant more than money. It would serve as an example of what happens to those who demonstrate civil disobedience. Enril force jumped upto a small room where the gambling earnings were kept and the owner of the stadium was.
"I don't have the money!" he yelled. "It's gone and-"
"Where is it?" hissed the human, Darth Enril, while force choking the dug owner. "Where has it gone?"
"I don't know!" yelled the owner but Enril tightened his grip. "I don't, I don't, I don't- OKAY! The Empire's invasion force has it! They said they'd free us if we gave it to-"
"'Free' you?" asked Enril. "Are you not happy with your kind treatment? Perhaps it isn't what your old government gave you? Perhaps you liked a more disiplanary treatment!"
"NO!" yelled the dug as Enril closed down on his grip. The dug was silenced.
Enril ran to the supercomputer of the stadium and began sending all money to the company producing his droid army, Mustafarian Droids. Getting back in the taxi Enril ignored his merciless acts and left with his group. _________________

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