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The fact that they had succeeded was...well, improbable. Impossible even. They should have been killed. The comm tower should have been slagged from the Star Destroyers hanging just over Balmorra. It would have been the end of their efforts, and an end to another thorn in the Sith Empire's side.
But the Imperials had listened.
The Stormtroopers let them pass without issue. The abomination ordered his soldiers to halt in their assault. The rebels' message had been heard, and it seemed that Imperials across the planet were starting to take it to heart.
The Sith had heard it too.
Cyril sat within the underground basement below Kinthar's cantina once more. He sipped a steaming cup of caf as he watched the holovision. The arrival of one [member="Darth Arcis"] and his fleet was not a surprise; eventually the Sith were bound to send someone more capable to put down the insurrection.
Still, as Cyril stared at an image of this black cloaked man flanked by soldiers of the 501st, he felt a shiver travel down his spine. They would need to be careful when dealing with this one.
He leaned back in his chair, set the caf on the table, and looked over his datapad once more for the umpteenth time. As expected, Balmorra was in an uproar. They would need to make their next move soon, keep the Sith on their toes and feed off this momentum.
He'd let the others rest a bit before calling for another planning session. He had even sent a message to [member="Cyrene Miles"] inviting her to attend, if she so desired.
[member="Charlene Adaska"], [member="Thane Drexel"], [member="Ceska Starshield"], [member="Urya Uvatera"],
But the Imperials had listened.
The Stormtroopers let them pass without issue. The abomination ordered his soldiers to halt in their assault. The rebels' message had been heard, and it seemed that Imperials across the planet were starting to take it to heart.
The Sith had heard it too.
Cyril sat within the underground basement below Kinthar's cantina once more. He sipped a steaming cup of caf as he watched the holovision. The arrival of one [member="Darth Arcis"] and his fleet was not a surprise; eventually the Sith were bound to send someone more capable to put down the insurrection.
Still, as Cyril stared at an image of this black cloaked man flanked by soldiers of the 501st, he felt a shiver travel down his spine. They would need to be careful when dealing with this one.
He leaned back in his chair, set the caf on the table, and looked over his datapad once more for the umpteenth time. As expected, Balmorra was in an uproar. They would need to make their next move soon, keep the Sith on their toes and feed off this momentum.
He'd let the others rest a bit before calling for another planning session. He had even sent a message to [member="Cyrene Miles"] inviting her to attend, if she so desired.
[member="Charlene Adaska"], [member="Thane Drexel"], [member="Ceska Starshield"], [member="Urya Uvatera"],