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Geoff Morton Registered: Nov '98	Date Posted: 1/25/00 12:40pm Subject: War Crimes: The Postwar Trial of an Imperial Admiral
	Note to any readers: this is a solo story (my first on the JC.N, can you believe it?) that I'm working on, a little bit at a time. So if you read it, and get something from it, feel free to let me know. Thanks for reading even this far... , Geoff. ... War Crimes: The Postwar Trial of an Imperial Admiral - by J.D. Vaughn - DRAFT ONE In the thirty years since the Alliance to Restore the Empire destroyed the Death Star at the famed Endor moon, a lot had apparently changed. I say apparently, because I wasn't even a gleam in my parents eye at that time; I wouldn't come along until ten months later, the apparent product of the exuberant celebration that accompanied the return of freedom to the galaxy. Not that this matters at all, since it has little to do with the the experience I am relating to you. Or does it? While my life, and that of my parents, was not affected in the slightest of the man the Republic charged and prosecuted with perhaps excessive glee, the lives of all sentients in the galaxy were affected by the system to which that man belonged. And in truth, that was the system that was on trial, perhaps moreso than the man. So who knows, maybe my preamble, and this justification, will remain in the final draft of the Postwar Trial memoirs; whatever... I won't edit it out here. This is not a relation of facts. If it's facts you want, visit the Galactic library, and review the statistics of the people who died under the Empire. Review the numbers of those punished by the system for no other crime than they got in the way, or it was expedient, or they were an easy scapegoat for a system that used people as lessons, as though they were equipment or machinery to be used and discarded once expended. This isn't a relation of facts; it's about people. It's about the stories that made good taglines during the trial, but were quickly forgotten as the audience moved on to the gambling reports from the Tatooine Swoop races, or the latest batches of dissembling from our Chancellor's administration. I don't know if my life was changed by covering the Killraven trial; I don't know if I'm going to wake up tomorrow morning or the next seeing things differently, or looking upon my fellow sentient with more compassion, or less patience for corruption and limitation of character. I don't know if I'm going to change; but I do know the story has to be told. It deserves to be told. The story has to be told of the tears, the pain of loss and separation, and the ability of sentient to behave with "inhumanity", for want of a better term, towards fellow sentient. Make your own judgements, readers, on who is guilty, and who is innocent; I'm trying not to make them for you. I'm just trying to tell you the story of those who suffered, and those who lost, and those who feel today that they had the misfortune of surviving the events at Arsenies Brare. They say History is written by the victors of war, but sometimes it written by those who lost...
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Geoff Morton Registered: Nov '98	Date Posted: 1/25/00 5:50pm Subject: Re: War Crimes: The Postwar Trial of an Imperial Admiral
	The public is quickly enraptured, but the public quickly forgets. Such were the words of my mentor. "Strike quick, grab their attention while you can, for tomorrow... " he would always say. "For tomorrow, what was news today is yesterday's news." He always acted like he invented that phrase; he certainly used it enough, and with enough authority, that for a short while I believed him. Of course, when you're starting out, you believe just about anything. Of course, with age and experience comes cynicism, and after a while, it's rare that something comes along that excites you. I could, and have made, a pretty good living sponging off the suffering of others. Never actually thought much of writing my reports, and setting some overly attractive yet vacuous young blonde to give her daily "performance" on the holovids. "Chancellor caught in sex scandal!" Who cares. He was caught last month too. A competant, if unremarkable leader, who's not doing bad in my book, but it's NEWS! So, guess who has to jump all over it like it's something important. The navy lost three ships exploring the Vireas sector last week alone, but after the third week of losses, the masses weren't tuning in anymore, so guess which stories are relegated to the third tier? I can still remember the day that my cynicism peaked, or perhaps bottomed out. I was sitting at my desk, datapads scattered all about. I was trying to decide whether to devote my energies to churning out yet another piece on how our Chancellor's after-hours habits really affect the Republic at large, or just calling it a night. The latter option seemed especially attractive; I was just beginning to feel cheap. The buzz at my office door startled me, so much so that I knocked several datapads on the floor. I looked up, and the last face I expected to see after hours stood in my door. Old and chubby, yet cherubic in a twisted sort of way: my boss. "Vaughn, I've got a story for you, if you want it," she said, as she walked into my office and eased herself into one of my chairs. They were all far too small for her, but her pride never let her simply stand. "You know, it is getting late," I replied, as I started dumping datapads into my carrying case. I don't think I ever didn't take work home with me. However, I was certainly not in the mood to stay late to research how the Chancellor's aide got caught selling arms to Klindian rebels and funnelling the money elsewhere. Considering that half these rumours that got jumped on, like a hungry predator on helpless prey, turned out to be false, I wasn't in the mood to play the game tonight. "They've just arrested Admiral Killraven, J.D." she said simply, looking me in the eye. I must admit, I was a little shocked. I'd read about Arsenies Brare when I was a schoolboy; it was required studies back home. The Republic was out to make certain everyone knew exactly whey the citizens were better off without the Empire... especially in those shakey first few years. "Killraven?" I asked her, as I tossed the datapads back on the desk. "Admiral Killraven, of Arsenies Brare notoriety?" "The same," she confirmed with an excited smile. She rubbed her hands together rapidly, like she always did when some great fortune left her with pent up energy she had to get rid of, and fast. "The Republic Daily Press has Jadson Teller on it. I'd hoped to get you down to the Judiciary to get the statement. They're making it in less than an hour. I don't think anyone else knows about it yet." I was out of my chair before she had a chance to finish. The infamous massacre at Arsenies Brare was a press-man's dream; I wasn't going to give that one up for the world. The ratings I'd get would be... well, more than I'd ever had spinning lies and half truths about the Senators. I had my jacket in my hand and was out the door before she had a chance to say another word. I don't think she had anything else to say, although the way she had her mouth open and her finger raised when I left the room, it's possible she did. Not that I cared. The biggest story of my career awaited, and I wasn't going to be late for that one... [This message has been edited by Geoff Morton (edited 01-25-2000).]
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Jedi Igraine Registered: Dec '99	Date Posted: 1/25/00 6:14pm Subject: Re: War Crimes: The Postwar Trial of an Imperial Admiral
	This is excellent. I can't wait to read more, please post soon. Igraine
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The Butler Registered: Oct '99	Date Posted: 1/25/00 11:54pm Subject: Re: War Crimes: The Postwar Trial of an Imperial Admiral
	Journalism in Star Wars! Strangely, I've never considered that aspect of SW before. The Jedi and the Sith may be killing each other, but, underneath that, life DOES go on normally for people. And the media does play a large part in that life. Hmmmm.... Well, I'm hooked now, and want to read more about the realities of the journalistic world AND what happens next. -----signature----- "If, drunk with sight of power, we loose, / Wild tongues that have not thee in awe, Such boastings as the Gentiles use,/ Or lesser breeds without the law, Lord God of hosts, be with us yet,/ Lest we forget--Lest we forget." Kipling, "Recessional"
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Opie Wan Cannoli Registered: Jun '99	Date Posted: 1/26/00 11:18am Subject: Re: War Crimes: The Postwar Trial of an Imperial Admiral
	Show me more! If this is 30 yrs after ROTJ, the majors are still around- will they get involved in this trial? -----signature----- Who ya' callin' youngling? "Yup, things are different now" http://boards.theforce.net/message.asp?topic=1175711 BARTH; Here ya go, kids. Many Bothans died to bring you these Barthyburgers. ...well, okay, one. "You Can't Do That In Star Wars" http://b
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Geoff Morton Registered: Nov '98	Date Posted: 1/26/00 1:29pm Subject: Re: War Crimes: The Postwar Trial of an Imperial Admiral
	Kelvin Rast was holding the press conference; it had already started by the time I got there. It was an odd time to be having one, in the evening at the Judiciary, but there is an old saying: The sun never sets on the city of Coruscant. Even at nightfall, it's as busy as the day; however, people tend to associate night with relaxing, so little business is done at that time. Since the Judiciary is less than a kilometer from the Senate, most time and activities are judged relative to the Senator's schedules, and the Senate doesn't sit at night. In any event, there I was, and there was Kelvin Rast, not to mention Jadson Teller and a number of other newsmen, recorders out and hungry for this breaking case. I could tell the feeling of excitement in the air when I joined the small mob; it was like a pack of wolves on a lamb, although in hindsight, perhaps leeches on a hapless swimmer would be a better analogy. "Welcome to the Judiciary, fine members of the press," Rast said to us with a smile. I knew he didn't mean it. "I apologize for having this conference at such short notice, but it was felt that the people deserved to know as soon as possible." Of course, that was complete garbage; his superiors didn't want anyone to know, especially us. "Where did you find Admiral Killraven?" Teller asked quickly, snapping up the opportunity to ask the first question. From the smug glance I got, I could tell he revelled in the opportunity to beat me to the punch. Of course, I did the same thing to him, so I can't plead innocent. It wasn't quite a friendly rivalry we enjoyed. "I'm afraid that I can't comment to that." Rast replied quickly, figgetting slightly with the datapad he glanced down at for support. "Can you tell us who the accused is then?" Keileen Trell of The Corellia Millennium asked. I don't know how she ever made it as far as she did in the business; the woman was a brick. It was perfectly obvious that the only reason Rast even called the conference was to tell us the they couldn't tell us anything about it. "I can't speak to that either," Rast replied, as I had predicted. That's why I didn't bother asking any questions; I knew pretty quickly that this was just to throw us a bone, just to let us know that the rumours were true, but there was nothing they could tell us. "I am only here to deliver the Republic's official statement on the matter at this time, and it reads thusly: The New Republic Intelligence: Law Enforcement Division, has taken into custody a man believed Admiral Mordent Killraven, the commander of the Imperial Star Destroyer Paladin during the Arsenies Brare massacre forty years ago. The Republic Prosecutor has begun assembling evidence, and a defense will be assigned shortly. At this time, no further informatin can be revealed." They might as well have told us nothing; all it did was confirm the rumours. And fairly recent rumours at that. They acted rather quickly to clamp this one down. Rast left quickly, and asked no questions, leaving the lot of us standing around wondering why we bothered coming out tonight. As it happened, weeks later Rast himself resigned over what was officially called "health problems", although I got my hands on his health records, and they indicated there was nothing wrong with him. I don't have any proof, but I suspect that our little leak was him. Which is ironic, considering that I'd approached him months before with an offer of considerable compensation for inside information, and he told me to get lost, saying that he was above that sort of thing. There is no honour among thieves; I guess he found that out the hard way that they guy paying him off wasn't as "honourable" as he was. Not that I feel for him; corrupt, petty beaureaucrats are a credit a dozen. It just meant I had to dig a little deeper to get the information that I needed. [This message has been edited by Geoff Morton (edited 01-26-2000).]
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Pixel Novastar Registered: Apr '99	Date Posted: 1/26/00 3:48pm Subject: Re: War Crimes: The Postwar Trial of an Imperial Admiral
	Though I've known about this idea for awhile, I like where you're going with it, sweetie. You're off to a good start. "Honour among thieves". Hmmm... reminds me of a song I've read before...
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Geoff Morton Registered: Nov '98	Date Posted: 1/27/00 12:39am Subject: Re: War Crimes: The Postwar Trial of an Imperial Admiral
	The idea for this thread was actually borne out of an idea I had for Forces of Deception, but couldn't make work. I'm looking forward to this, because it's a very character oriented, and I daresay emotionally resonant (potentially, anyways) kind of thread, a refreshing change from the more plot intensive and rather violent Forces of Deception. Thanks for reading what I've got so far, and thanks for letting me know what you think. Night...
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OJSithLord Registered: Dec '99	Date Posted: 1/27/00 2:16am Subject: Re: War Crimes: The Postwar Trial of an Imperial Admiral
	Interesting idea... I'm a big WWII buff and am wondering how familiar are you w/ the Nuremberg war crimes trials? Or that of Adolf Eichman? I assume you are and that's where your idea comes from; correct me if I'm wrong. I'll have to keep up w/ this thread and see how it progresses.
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Geoff Morton Registered: Nov '98	Date Posted: 1/27/00 5:51pm Subject: Re: War Crimes: The Postwar Trial of an Imperial Admiral
	It's an unfortunate fact that in this business, you have to utilize less than scrupulous methods to get your information, and get it quickly. And to be honest, it doesn't always come quickly, no matter how unscrupulous you are; unless of course, you're threatening life and limb, but that gets dangerous. So I kept my unscrupulousness to reasonable levels, and employed the time honoured tradition of bribery. Of course, that is one of the slower ways of getting information. It's not like you can just walk up to a government employee and say "I'll give you a thousand credits if you get me the world that the Killraven suspect last lived on." Well, you can actually, but after an embarrassing incident six years ago, I learned to be a little more subtle. So, while I waited for the various seeds I planted to bear some sort of fruit, I found myself with some time for some research. I could have gone to the Republic Galactic Library, and indeed I did at a later point. But the first place I went to while I waited for things to shift gears was the Republic Galactic Museum, namely the Alliance Against The Empire wing, where I joined the masses suddenly filling the corridors, their interest in the days of yore suddenly piqued by the announcement of Admiral Killraven's arrest...
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Jeff 42 Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Sep '98	Date Posted: 1/27/00 8:27pm Subject: Re: War Crimes: The Postwar Trial of an Imperial Admiral
	Great job so far, Geoff! I'm eager to read more.
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Geoff Morton Registered: Nov '98	Date Posted: 1/28/00 12:46pm Subject: Re: War Crimes: The Postwar Trial of an Imperial Admiral
	My first stop on my self guided tour of the Galactic Museum was the art wing. It wasn't a conscious decision; it was simply closer than the wing with the real articles. When I went, the wing was small; it would be expanded in the following weeks to encompass a much larger range of artworks. Let it not be said that the Museum Curators do not know how to ride the wave of publicity that the trial brought. They actually raised their admissions the night of the press conference, but no one cared. The trial announcement immediately brought people out to the museum in droves; the numbers would increase even more dramatically when the trial actually began, which coincided with yet another admissions increase. The Museum's offical statement was that the increase in traffic necessitated more staff, and expenditures for artwork, but the math didn't add up. The increased traffic already brought in more revenue. Nobody was fooled, but nobody cared. For the six months leading up to the trial, and for the month of the trial, the names of Killraven and Arsenies Brare were on everybody's lips. The centerpiece of the Rebellion wing was The Death of Alderaan, a large, three meter tall statue of Lord Darth Vader, cast in iron and painted with a glossy black paint. His robes and cape hung fluidly, with a hint of motion, and in his strong gloved hand he clutched the world of Alderaan. Streaming out from between the dark lord's fingers were fragments of the world, with a nearly invisible fibre running through them, so that they swayed in the soft breeze of the museum. From the right angle, the crushed world was visible in the polished eyes of Vader's helmet. It was quite chilling, depending on your mood. By the same artist was another Alderaan piece, called Mother of Alderaan. This was one of a fleshy mother, tears pouring down her grief stricken face, reclining on her side, holding the world of Alderaan as she would a dead child. Yet another by Vicarus, entitled Children of Alderaan, was a group of three young boys, barely ten, dressed in small Imperial uniforms, playing kickball with, you guessed it, the world of Alderaan. I, and the critics, were originally quite impressed with Vicarus' Death of Alderaan statue. It had been the latest of the artists ever diverse and growing collection of works. Vicarus was the talk of the artistic world, and boasted to match his growing reputation. I interviewed him once, and he snydely referred to other artists, his peers, "selling out", and carving a niche for themselves. He said "I will remain a vibrant, powerful force in the world of Art. I will give to the masses what none other can; I will challenge them, and expand their horizons." Of course, Vicarus received much praise, and a large commission for Death of Alderaan. He was a media darling, and the critics jewel. The populace at large adored the statue, and clamored for more. He gave it to him. Death of Alderaan was followed by Children of Alderaan, which was followed by Mother of Alderaan. According to his handlers, Vicarus is working on a fourth Alderaan piece. It's rather pathetic, if you ask me, how the Artist became one of the biggest sellouts of his time. There's a difference between making something great, and making something that reminds you of something great. That was a phrase Vicarus used early in his career, when every piece was considered a masterpiece, and he was considered to be the top of his field. I think he's forgotten that phrase, which should now read There's a difference between making something emotionally vital, and mining a historical tragedy to death. But enough of Vicarus. I think I'll shorten my rant about him later. There were other works in there as well. Battle of Hoth, a beautifully stark, icy painting. Death to Empire!, a holographic animation in the corner with the second, incomplete 'Death Star', surrounded by a large fleet of starships. Every minute or so, the 'Death Star' would explode, only to begin the sequence again. I scanned the entire room, until I finally reached the piece that I wanted to see. I had to wait five minutes for the crowd to clear away from it. It was entitled simply Arsenies Brare, and if you knew the background behind the image of the singular Star Destroyer over a lush green world, with a large group of rag-tag shuttles between the Star Destroyer and the world, it was an emotional piece indeed... [This message has been edited by Geoff Morton (edited 01-28-2000).]
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Jedi Igraine Registered: Dec '99	Date Posted: 1/29/00 8:09am Subject: Re: War Crimes: The Postwar Trial of an Imperial Admiral
	Your imagery is so descriptive. I can visualize everything that's happening and I feel like I'm right there. It's wonderful how you make it so easy for your readers to view the action through the characters eyes. Indeed this is a wonderful post and I anxiously await more. Igraine
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Geoff Morton Registered: Nov '98	Date Posted: 1/30/00 12:01am Subject: Re: War Crimes: The Postwar Trial of an Imperial Admiral
	Having had my share of artist's interpretations of the Rebellion against the Empire, I decided to move onto the actual historical wing of the Republic Galactic Museum. The first thing seen when one enters the museum are a dozen pair of mannequins, wearing authentic Stormtrooper armour, with dummy blaster rifles in hand, standing at guard down the long corridor. I felt very nervous, admittedly for no good reason, walking through the space between the 'troopers. Their cold white masks reflected the light overhead, and I honestly felt that I was being marched down into some security wing. Despite the romanticism built up around the Rebellion, I think it would have been terrifying coming up against legions of these armored men; it would take a calibre of man likely stronger than myself to have gone the distance in that war. Once you pass through the Stormtroopers, the displays loosen up a bit. I would have made the entire thing look like the interior of an Imperial garrison or something, with slate grey walls and the long rounded lights and the such, but I think that one of the qualifications of museum curators is a lack of imagination. I looked around the museum. An entire wall was dedicated to Imperial weapons, with samples of them embedded into a grey display. From blaster pistols to blaster rifles to light, medium and heavy repeating blaster, blaster carbines, stun grenades... the list goes on. A holographic projector beside the display flashed Stormtroopers using the weapons, in dramatic battle poses, that quickly faded, to be replaced with another one, which was replaced with another, and another, until it cycled through about fifty of them and came back to the first one I saw. I stood there for ten minutes watching these things, my gaze transfixed on the images, imagining what it would have been like. I still shudder at the thought. A lifelike droid dressed in an Imperial uniform, stood on a podium which was about a meter tall, looking about at the museum patrons, waving arms, and barking orders such as Fire at will!!!, Shields at maximum, and Take this man to the brig!! in a tinny voice which gave the entire display an absurd surrealism. My imagination filled in the details that the droid couldn't, and I indeed found myself on the bridge of a Star Destroyer, looking up from the crew pit at such an officer, and I decided at that time that perhaps the droid's performance was convincing enough. They had, in fact, created such a bridge, which was available as part of a tour they ran twice daily. I hadn't taken it before then, and I wouldn't that day, but in the tour you get dressed up in an imitation uniform, and are assigned a station on the bridge, usually down in the pit. I was a shields officer that day, and for one brief ten minutes of time, I got to let the turbolasers of an Alliance Mon Calamari cruiser slip through the shields of the ISD Avenger, killing all on board. I was informed with a smile that my incompetence likely would have had me shot on the bridge, and a more capable officer would have stepped over my corpse to man the defenses. I guess I wouldn't have made a good Imperial. That day in question, however, I would only glance at the outer door leading to the bridge, and see that the sign indicated there would be no more simulations that day. I was a little disappointed, but moved on. I worked my way through a Rogues gallery of notorious Imperial officers, such as Colonel Eisotos, Grand Moff Tarkin, Admiral Piett, and Admiral Mordent Killraven. A lot of people were staring up at his visage, cold and heartless. All the images were. They were all at least thirty years old, some older than that, depending on when they died or disappeared. I stared at Killraven for a while. His face was gaunt, his hair was thinning and his eyes were cruel. I don't know if this is what he actually looked like, but someone did. More likely, they made him look like this to evoke the fear and hatred in him that he by all accounts deserved. Before Arsenies Brare, Mordent Killraven was a ship commander struggling to keep his command. After Arsenies Brare, Mordent Killraven was a Fleet Admiral, charged with maintaining the terror in many of the Outer Rim sectors that he'd begun to instill with Arsenies Brare. Although further into the Museum I could find replicas of Darth Vader's armour, and a droid pretending to be the Emperor, I knew it would be an anticlimax after staring into the eyes of the "Scourge of Arsenies Brare"... [This message has been edited by Geoff Morton (edited 01-30-2000).]
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sukiukie Registered: Aug '99	Date Posted: 1/30/00 2:33am Subject: Re: War Crimes: The Postwar Trial of an Imperial Admiral
	This is amazing, so different, please keep on going.
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Geoff Morton Registered: Nov '98	Date Posted: 1/30/00 6:12pm Subject: Re: War Crimes: The Postwar Trial of an Imperial Admiral
	Since I knew I had days before I could continue "negotiations" (read: I spend lots of money, and kiss lots of butt before I get any information) with my potential contact, I decided to turn my attention elsewhere. Stargazer Journeys held regular tours to the well known, and some lesser known, locations of historical significance, during the War. They apparently had a shaky start, when they formed five years after the fall of the Empire at Endor; people were interested in peace, not war, and the shuttles were going out to Hoth and Bespin and Stok-Hold sometimes more than half empty. They did catch on, though, as prosperity returned to the galaxy over the next few years, and within ten years of the Empire's fall, the tours were sometimes booked for weeks in advance. In recent years, though, the Rebellion and Empire had lost the public's interest yet again, and the tours were drying up. Within a day of the Killraven and Arsenies Brare announcement, Stargazer Journeys was booked solid with their new trip to the outer rim. Even some of the other tours picked up, but everyone wanted to see Arsenies Brare. "I'm sorry, sir," the young woman behind the desk at Stargazer said to me unapologetically when I asked to get a ticket on the first available tour to Arsenies Brare. "But we don't have any seats available for almost six days." "Really," I said to her. I wasn't terribly impressed. I wanted to see it right then, and didn't want to wait. "I'd like to see your manager then." "There's nothing I could do for you sir," the manager said, after I simply told him that I wished to be put on the next available tour. "You'll have to make a reservation, like any other customer." He had no idea who I was; not that I was anyone important, but I did have certain cards I could play. "Okay then," I said, standing up from my chair in his office. "I'll make a reservation." The manager nodded smugly; I could tell he liked putting me in my place. "It's just a shame that I'll probably be in a sour mood by the time I get around to taking your tour." I said, as I turned towards the door. "It'll probably show in my review." "Uh, review?" the manager said promptly, pushing himself up from his chair. I felt his hand on my arm as he caught up with me, and looked me in the eye. "What review." "Oh, right," I said, pulling my identification from my pocket. "J.D. Vaughn, Galactic News Services." I loved the look of shock on his face when I told him that. "I'm covering the Killraven trial, and had hoped to see Arsenies Brare in person." "Perhaps something can be arranged," the manager said with a great deal more warmth than before as he put his arm on my shoulder. I found myself on the shuttle to Arsenies Brare later on that afternoon. I didn' really care at the time that someone just got bumped from their seat on the tour; Stargazer Journeys likely didn't either. I'm sure they were more concerned with billions getting the impression they gave a very bad tour. In any event, I found myself feeling very anxious as the shuttle lifted off, and Coruscant was left behind, in favour of a very dark chapter in history...
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