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Post by Harlan Petrovsky [Retired] on Apr 16, 2018 11:23:19 GMT -8
Adumar. 12 Kilometers east of Cartann City. First Order LZ.The Conquered Star hung in low orbit above their landing zone. With Captain Blackwall's advanced scouting reports and the intel they were now gathering on the Alliance Forces within the city, they had begun landing their forces. All eight All Terrain Heavy Scout's were pushing ahead of the main group to test the Alliance's defensive positions. The main force of the First Order's assault group, however, consisted of eight All Terrain MegaCaliber Six Walkers for field testing, eight All Terrain Mobile Artillery, and eight All Terrain Patrol Droid Walkers. The air support consisted of a dozen TIE/fo Space Superiority Fighters, a dozen TIE/sf Space Superiority Fighters and half a dozen Atmospheric Assault Landers loaded with Stormtroopers to flood the city once the heavy walkers broke the Alliance's defensive lines. Petrovsky sat on the bridge of the Star, eagerly awaiting for his forces to engage the enemy. Provided the ground engagement went smoothly, he had no interest in engaging the Alliance Fleet. Depleting their groundside resources was more fun than simply blowing their ships out of the sky. Besides, if everything went according to plan here, the rumor was their next destination was Mon Calamari. And that would culminate in a massive space battle, so it would give Petrovsky plenty of time to play with the Alliance fleets. Right now, he wanted to test the new walkers and demonstrate the First Order's superiority by utterly crushing the Alliance on the ground. He was confident in their odds here. It was going to be a slaughter, and Hargrave had brought in on himself. Had he simply retreated and let Petrovsky claim his prize, this could have been avoided.
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Post by Fireteam Castle [Retired] on Apr 16, 2018 13:42:49 GMT -8
Helo, Viper and Orion had pushed their way into Cartann City. Shortly thereafter, the captain's heads up about Alliance forces lurking within the city had been made clear. Fortunately the trio of troopers hadn't run into any resistance...yet. The group had, however, been successful in transmitting images and locations of the Alliance ships over the city and the locations of the Alliance artillery cannons. As Alliance soldiers milled about, gearing up for the First Order's attack, the trio of troopers were currently hunkered down on a rooftop a few hundred yards away from the main Alliance fortifications. Helo sat crouched behind a ventilation shaft, peering through a pair of macrobinoculars.
"Looks like they are preparing for our assault. Aside from those artillery units, it looks pretty easy. Alliance troopers aren't prepared for the surprise the Skipper has in store for them."
Orion, covering the group's escape route, piped up.
"I'd say that's a good thing. Engagement protocols are clear. Skipper'll send in air support and troops transports to take the cannons once they main force has engaged those tanks. Turn the enemies weapons against 'em..."
The Stormtrooper Corporal shrugged, indifferent to the idea of Petrovsky taking the Alliance artillery.
"It's not like we can do anything from here to help. I mean, I could probably hack those cannons...but that would require us to get well within spittin' distance..."
Dex Locke, callsign 'Viper', chuckled at that remark.
"Yeah, that's much closer than I'd rather be right now. I mean, even with Helo's cannon there, we ain't prepared to engage the Alliance at point blank. 'sides, Cap'n said to observe and gather intel. Getting shot at by the Alliance isn't in those parameters."
Still peering through the macrobinoculars, Helo replied.
"I wasn't planning on engaging them at point blank, Locke. But maybe cause some kind of distraction, draw their attention off from the approaching force...?"
Without missing a beat, Orion spoke up.
As per article thirteen, subsection twenty-three of the Imperial Stormtrooper Corps. Field Engagement Manual, providing a distraction is technically required of us. Provided we are not compromising our current objective or jeopardizing an objective of an allied unit. So...realistically we are well within our means to frak their day up a bit before the main force gets here..."
As Orion recited an article from the FEM (Field Engagement Manual), Viper shook his head.
"Is there anything in that damn manual you haven't memorized?"
Before Orion could reply, Helo spoke up.
"Orion's right. As annoying as it can be sometimes...I've got an idea...follow me."
Stowing the macrobinoculars, Helo retrieved his megablaster and headed towards the ladder leading down to the street level. Reluctantly, Viper followed suit. Casting a glance up at the ships hanging over the city, Orion muttered to himself as he followed Viper down the ladder.
"So long as we don't get their attention..."
Once on the street level, the team formed up on Helo and followed him.
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Post by Thomas Blackwall [Retired] on Apr 16, 2018 20:03:18 GMT -8
Having disengaged from the small band of Alliance soldiers, Blackwall and Sergeant Ferguson, known better by his call sign, 'Jester', had made their way through Cartann without running into anymore Alliance patrols. Pushing through the double doors of a factory that was strangely empty. The interior of the munitions factory was dark. Clicking on his helmet flashlight, Blackwall motioned for Jester to move up. After passing several racks of missile tubes, all lacking their warheads, the located a storage vault."Keep watch."Ordered Blackwall. As Jester took up a position against one of the racks that gave him a clear line of sight to the entrance, Blackwall set his rifle down and began hacking the keypad. After two failed attempts, the vault hissed open. Inside was the objective. As the vault doors opened, Blackwall was given a first look at the racks of missiles. The first few racks contained a sleek, meter long warhead. Reading the aurebesh font on the sides of the missiles, he identified them to Jester, who had followed him into the vault."MS-15 Diamond Boron Missiles. Don't see what's so special about these. Our factories could make them, no problem..."He trailed off as he noticed the next row of racks, containing a much bigger armament. Walking up to them, he ran his hand down the side of them, brushing the layer of dust off as he did so."Stardrop...that's certainly something to prevent the Alliance from getting their hands on...""Stardrop...?"Asked Jester, no entirely sure of what Blackwall was referring to. With a slight chuckle, he replied."Right. Before your time. Stardrop is a type of torpedo capable of wiping out a massive fortification from orbit. The are known to be highly volatile and unstable however. And from the looks of it, these have been here awhile..."Still not entirely certain on the concept of a Stardrop, Jester posed another question to Blackwall."How big we talkin'? Like Deathstar type explosion or...?"Counting the number of Stardrops present, Blackwall answered him."One of these could level Imp-Sec...and there is about twenty of them here. If the Alliance got their hands on these Stardrops, the could jump into Muunilinst and blow up Imperial Strategic Command from orbit, without engaging the fleet, if they didn't want to..."From beneath his helmet, Jester let out a low whistle."Damn, Boss. Looks like a nice juicy bonus coming our way, eh? Boss...?"Walking through the racks to the back of the vault where Blackwall was, Jester noticed that Blackwall had froze in his track and had removed his helmet. A look of utter shock and horror on his face."Whoa now, Boss. What's up?"Jester asked, glancing at what Blackwall was staring at. Over two dozen purple and yellow oblong egg-shaped shells sat on a rack at the back of the vault. Shaking his head in disbelief, Blackwall spoke to himself more so than to Jester."No...no...no...this is...these shouldn't be here....this isn't...no."Clapping his hand on Blackwall's shoulder, Jester spoke to him, more forcefully this time."What!?! What is it? Boss!"Seeming to snap out of his stupor, Blackwall replied to Jester."Resonance Torpedoes."Pulling his helmet back on and gripping his rifle tightly, he seemed to be lost in thought. Jester, on the other hand, was completely lost."Resonance what? Torpedoes? The frak are those?"Finding himself again, Blackwall turned to Jester."Resonance Torpedoes. Just one of these is capable of obliterating an entire star system! And there is about thirty of them sitting here. Virtually every system under First Order control could be wiped off the galactic map."Removing his helmet, revealing the dirty blonde hair and ruggedly carved features of a man in his early thirties, Jester looked at Blackwall in disbelief."Whoa, whoa, whoa. Seriously? How in the sweet name of hell do you know this? I mean, isn't there a chance you are mistaken?"From beneath his helm, Blackwall locked eyes with the man before him."I'm not mistaken. These frakking things are all kinds of dangerous. And should be completely illegal. Hell, I'd happily hoist the bastard responsible for making these, up by the short and curlies and beat seven shades of shit out of 'im. These were the primary weapons of a classified project done by Palpatine's Galactic Empire. They've been used before. And caused more death and destruction than both Deathstars combined. We can't allow anyone to get their hands on these. Not the Alliance, not the First Order. understand?"Jester merely stared at Blackwall in disbelief. He opened and closed his mouth several times before finally finding his voice."Are you asking me to go off mission, Boss? To defy direct orders given to us by the High Admiral himself? Is that what your asking me to do?"Normally the first one to crack a joke at an inopportune time, or give the guys a chuckle before they stepped in some serious shit, Jester was actually being serious right now. At the point, Blackwall removed his helmet and looked into his friend's eyes. "I'm asking you to trust me. Not as your superior, but as your friend, brother and comrade in arms. Trust me. Trust that I know what I'm talking about."At this point, Jester was thinking, rapidly trying to process the situation that was playing out around him. The sound of someone entering through the front doors, broke the silence, causing both troopers to jump to action. As they both threw their helmets back on, Blackwall called out loudly."Sierra-Tango-Whisky-Two-Niner-Five"It was Blackwall's field identification number, letting those around him know he was a friendly. When no response came, he glanced over at Jester."We've got company..."***
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Post by Chase Hargrave [Retired] on Apr 24, 2018 14:49:23 GMT -8
At the eastern edge of Cartann City, the Alliance forces had dug in and prepared to fend off the First Order's assault, Sergeant Slattery was standing near the freshly dug trench when the first shots were fired. Several of the First Order's All Terrain Heavy Scouts were pushing forward, testing the response the Alliance would give. Hargrave had made it clear that no quarter was to be given. Issuing orders, Slattery commenced the counter attack.
"Range in the artillery and open fire. Salvo fire. Staggered bursts. Prepare the speeders and get ready to push these bastards back. I want those scouts turned to slag before the rest of the main force shows up."
As his orders were carried out, the artillery cannons ranged in on the Heavy Scouts and began firing, alternating firing patterns so that a few would fire first and the rest would fire second. Artillery fire rained upon the heavy scouts, peppering their location and slowing their advance. Two were struck outright by the artillery, causing them to explode and topple over. The battle for Adumar had begun...
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2018 23:42:58 GMT -8
Hargrave motioned to the armored soldier standing off to the side, out of sight. The soldier was @specops , the current leader of the Alliance's version of Havoc Squad, a fabled and legendary team of Spec Ops commandos. Having known the man for several years and having served with him for just as long, Hargrave trusted no one else to get to their objective. Motioning to the table, he highlighted the munitions factories."Major. I'm not going to lie, we've stepped in it deep here. Our chances of success are slim at best. Even with Sergeant Slattery working on the front lines, we still need to get to the factory and secure those armaments for the Alliance. Our reserves are running low and our factories are maxed to capacity trying to rearm out troops and ships, should the First Order rear its ugly head once more. I need you to get to the factory and secure your objective. I'll keep a team of my best pilots on standby to extract you and your men once you complete your mission. Any questions?"Knowing that the man would have approached the table by now and would be reviewing the information they had available, he would be formulating some sort of strategy. Hargrave looked up at the armored trooper, waiting to see if he had any questions or concerns. |
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Post by Chase Hargrave [Retired] on May 9, 2018 1:12:02 GMT -8
As Dexter answered with a curt, 'No sir', Hargrave nodded.
"Alright then. You have your objective. Get to it, Major. Dismissed."
Knowing that Havoc Squad would be the best option to secure and retrieve the armaments in the factory, Hargrave could focus on assisting Slattery on the front lines. Reports were already coming in of contact with the First Order. But this was merely the beginning. This was going to get a lot uglier before they were able to leave. Hopefully he could leave without feeling like he was abandoning the people of Adumar to their fate at the hands of the First Order, but if Petrovsky decided to loose that Resurgent against him, there wasn't much he could do to stop it, aside from hoping they could safely withdraw with the objective in tow.
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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2018 17:00:45 GMT -8
After being dismissed John turned around and headed towards the dropship that the rest of Havoc was waiting at. John understood the mission's importance as well as how devastating it would be if the first order bastards got their filthy hands on the armaments. As he got closer to the dropship the more John thought on who the first order would have sent in to retrieve the armaments for them. It would have to be a squad of highly trained stormtroopers, troopers who would be equivalent to that of Havoc squad. As he approached the dropship Sgt. Ravos was waiting for him while the other members of Havoc prepared the dropship. "Listen up Sgt. our mission is to retrieve armaments from an important factory in the city. The rules of engagement are simple blast any buckethead you see, once we have located the factory I want you to take up an aerial vantage point and cover us from a rooftop. Mic and Zeex will accompany me into the factory, Understood?" John had just laid out his plan for the factory and the mission objective, hopefully Sgt. Ravos would not object to his roll and even if he did he would not show it.
I understand completely sir. I'll signal the pilot once you are on board sir.
After answering the major's question and giving his reply, Sgt. Ravos hoped inside of the dropship and made his way to the cockpit so that once the Major was on board he could give the pilot the green light.
John allowed the Sgt. some time to reach the cockpit before entering the dropship himself. Once he was aboard the dropship began to take off and head to the city below. John knew that Mic and Zeex would follow any plan he laid out for them. John notice that Mic was rubbing his MWC-35c repeating cannon with an unnerving excitement He could see that Mic was ready to blast the enemy, in his defence it had been a well since he had seen combat. "Listen up our mission is to retrieve armaments from an important factory in the city. The rules of engagement are simple blast any buckethead you see, once we have located the factory the Sgt. will take up an aerial vantage point and cover us from a rooftop. You two will accompany me into the factory, Understood?" Both Mic and Zeex nodded their approval, Mic was itching for a good fight, Zeex on the other hand was only slightly nervous though he did his best to concern this from his squadmates, however John could tell but wouldn't say anything as his mind was still elsewhere. In the sense that he was thinking on a number of contingency plans incase something should go wrong.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jul 3, 2018 5:20:14 GMT -8
Today marked the first day that the Emperor came to tour Adumar, recently conquered by the efforts of notable officers, such as High Admiral Petrovsky. He was impressed with the society and its ability to produce capable starfighter pilots and starfighters. It was a new possession of the First Order and thus heavy propaganda was all over the waves as the military controlled the media and did its best to instill loyalty into these new citizens. Imperial Civil Services were about, improving the condition of the citizens and letting them see just how willing the Imperials were to improving the lives of those around them.
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Post by Jenia Kasalle on Mar 31, 2020 5:56:39 GMT -8
Since the appointment of Grand Admiral Kasalle as Grand Moff of the Borderlands Oversector Adumar's daily life has barely changed, as just the presence of regular Riottrooper patrols and the sights of patroling TIE Harbingers was enough to keep those, who dared to oppose against the First Order in line. Although Jenia tended to visit the capital of Cartann from time to time herself, taking residence within the local Imperial base, most of the administration falls to the newly promoted General Asmus in coordination with Commodore Thorne.
Knowing the duelant tradition of Adumar's population, the local Stormtrooper garrison was instructed to value these methods, earning the First Order as well respect on the planet of the course of the next months. Given their expierience with the blastsword dueling, some of the local stormtrooper instructors are of Adumari origin themselves, sharing their knowledge in order to improve the local Riottroopers' performance.
At the same time the proton torpedo production, for which the planet is famous for, is maintained, supplying the First Order's ships and starfighters constantly as before.
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Post by Dread Lord Havok on Jul 11, 2020 4:30:23 GMT -8
*An Imperial Intelligence agent, Ibn Mantus, reported to the world, arriving several weeks ago to scope out several possible locations for a meeting with an unknown and yet unsubstantiated intelligence source. At these sites, Mantus took note of entrances, exits, communicator silence zones(no reception), potential fire zones, blast zones, bottlenecks, blind corners, and locations for scanners, weapons and supply stashes. Since the Agency did not brief Agent Mantus on what to expect, besides expect the interaction to be high value, Mantus decided to prepare for numerous contingencies. II had given Agent Mantus a comlink that he would be able to contact the individual and a recognition code. Every day at noon, Mantus would broadcast on the comlink: "Over, my aching bacon..." and wait for the reply, "pour the hot coals of sin and shame of my body."
This meeting may be one of s series of meetings. If the individual provided intel, it would have to be verified. if the individual provided a major deal, it would have to be communicated to someone in the II with the authority to make such a decision. Fortunately, with Agent Mantus' clearance, he had wide latitude to act for the good of the empire, and could likely get decisions from the Agency in minutes.
Though Mantus was briefed that the meeting was not anticipated to be hostile, Mantus had to be ready regardless.
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Post by Jenia Kasalle on Aug 2, 2020 7:23:17 GMT -8
With diplomatic negotiations between the locals and the Imperials going positively, the Grand Moff appoints a former elite officer of Adumari origin and with good ties towards the city rulers of the Adumari cities and the Perator of Cartann as Moff of the system, ensuring further stability within the system under competent stewardship by a child of Adumar's nation, raised with Imperial beliefs.
Although there are still few protests within Cartann about the First Order's changed stance towards slavery and its abolishment within the Borderlands' sector, the local Stormtroopers are successful in putting down the riots and arrest those among the Imperial officers and local elites, who were supporting and organizing these riots in the first place.
Moff Tonia Marei, local gouvernor and a noble member from the Marei family furthermore intends to fund employment campaigns among Imperial facilities and the military in order to encourage non-human citizens of Cartann of joining up with the First Order, for before the Emperor all of those, who serve him are equal, for it is as important to value traditions as much as those, who honor them, no matter their origin.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Dec 7, 2020 23:03:16 GMT -8
The plus side of an Imperial regime was that the nobility and the starfighter pilots of Adumar found renewed purpose within the galaxy. Their munition industry roared, with life, as they produced various ammunitions for the Imperial Army and Navy, under the watchful gave of Moff Marei and the local administration. The elites were greatly enriched as their industry churned out munitions by the tonnage on a daily basis. The strong and vibrant Imperial economy helped ensured that this machine would likely never die. Their starfighter pilots, legendary for their reputation, found services, within the Imperial Navy, as famed aces, squadron leaders, and such that made up a core of elite pilots. Several groups of which served the Emperor directly on board the Executor-class Dreadnought and within the revived 181st Imperial Wing.
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Post by Standash Thul on Feb 1, 2021 11:54:53 GMT -8
Commander Zona Loughy piloted his TIE-Defender through the skies. He had been given a flight path to follow, and he followed it... Mostly. Like he always did, he found the most creative way to follow it. Using all the maneuvering thrusters the Defender had, the fighter spun along its path, looking more like a gyroscope than a fighter. He was here to get attention. He was here looking for a challenge, and maybe a new member of the "Red Stripes". The pilots on this planet were legendary, and the First Order Navy needed more to enlist. He was here to show them they were needed.
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Post by Standash Thul on Mar 1, 2021 13:22:17 GMT -8
On the ground the Commander was treated like a holo star. He was used to it. He knew his good looks were a big part of his command. He was chosen for his ability to be used on posters. His smile brought all the girls to him, and they brought the guys. He could more than back up everything in the air as well. He was offered drinks in the cantina, passing and instead buying them. He was here to show what an amazing a life in the First Order Fighter Corps can be like.
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Post by Standash Thul on Apr 9, 2021 14:20:19 GMT -8
As he sat buying drinks, the second to last thing he wanted to see came into the bar. The last thing he wanted was for someone to challenge him in either air combat or blastsword. Even as a light fun dual this could turn hard. What came through the door could lead to that. His commandant as a child came into the bar with a giant smile and a long case. He knew it was a new blastsword as award as a favorite son of the planet.
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Post by Standash Thul on May 20, 2021 11:00:07 GMT -8
The case was opened and the Loughy's fears were realized. The sword was beautiful and ornate, but still very functional. The officers hugged him, and patted him on the back. But he was focused on remembering how much each person had been drinking, those were the ones that would be most tempted to set things in motion.
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Post by Standash Thul on Jul 15, 2021 9:09:55 GMT -8
The blastsword in the case was beautiful, that almost made it worse. It had taken likely a year to produce. There were jewels on the hilt that represented great accomplishments in his career. The blade itself had inlaid with gold and ebony. The handle was actually made from wood from his childhood bedframe. Any other context this would make him feel spectacular. He thanked everyone and waited for the inevitable challenge.
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Post by Standash Thul on Aug 11, 2021 8:24:41 GMT -8
Everyone was happy, but the night was still early. Loughy's mind was racing for an early exit strategy. Exits where not a part of his tactical skill set. He was an expert fighter pilot and a very good celebrity. Each of those things took wide skill sets. leaving a crowded bar without anyone noticing as a gust of honor was not one of them. He kept the case locked, and convinced the people that it was against regulations to put the sword on his hip while he was in uniform. Hopefully out of site would be out of mind for people.
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Post by Standash Thul on Nov 13, 2021 21:29:50 GMT -8
Everyone of course wanted to see the sword throughout the night, and of course, they wanted to see if he still knew how to hold the weapon. He of course could, but he tried to avoid doing so. It still would not say out of sight. He was counting the drinks of some of the more proud people were drinking. So far, things were staying in control, but he was afraid that wouldn't last.
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Post by Jenia Kasalle on Dec 4, 2022 16:41:36 GMT -8
With the last attempts of rebellion having been settled, the First Order's controll over Adumar and primarily Cartann City remained fierce. Over time stationed troops had adapted to the customs of the Adumari citizens, making the sight of First Order Judical Stormtroopers not necessarily uncommon. Local police support ensured that there wasn't a major military presence within the streets of the city except for the most influential banking and factory areas, the local space ports and the army headquarters on the surface themselves.
The rest of the local forces among the police men and militias was funded by the noble houses, that have sworn their allegiance towards the First Order. Moff Tonia Marei came herself from one of Adumar's current most influential nobility lineages and thus was not only a representant of the Emperor's interests on this planet, but as well for the court of nobles as well.
While activities within the Muunilinst oversector were calm, shipments from Cartann City to the rest of the galaxy primarily contained armaments of missiles and torpedoes, that would further supply the massive navy under the Emperor's command. As rebel operations within the past had often aimed to target these production lines in their sabotage attempts, most Stormtrooper patrols relied on these areas with their military equipment mostly focusing on the fight in open streets.
Thus sights of heavier walkers like the AT-AT and the more common AT-ST were rare in comparison to imperial garrisons on similiar planets, while more mobile vehicles like the TX-225 GAVr "Occupier" combat assault tank and the HAVw A6 Juggernaut had more sightings for those, that were keeping an eye on the local troop movements. Efficiency and speed was valued more on Adumar than the usual propaganda of the First Order, making them a respected regiment even among the fiercest of Adumari warriors.
Among these Legions of Stormtroopers it was the 709th that had recently made themselves a name during recent skirmishes and battles within the galaxy.
Having combined the art of swordsmanship with the precision of gun training, their corps of Elite Stormtroopers is feared the most by enemies of the First Order, as they consisted of the most expierienced Stormtroopers. Though their skill was only surpassed by the Novatroopers of the First Order and other superior units of the Empire like the Dark Troopers and force users, a deployment of the 709th was never a good omen for those that had to fear the Emperor's justice.
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