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They all gaze skyward, as the four gleaming stardestroyers scream low overhead

in an impressive barrel-roll formation. As the sound of the spacecraft

resonates throughout the glass canyon of the Plaza, the group of dignitaries

return their attention to the parade of Imperial shock troops, and giant air

tanks (which ride magically two to three feet above the ground).

The Plaza of the Daders is filled with a hundred rows of troops as the last

brigade marches into position. The sound of a thousand men snapping to

attention is followed by a strange silence. A light wind blows the great red

banner of the Empire, creating a subtle flapping sound. The emperor's

amplified voice startles many of the troops as it cuts through the quiet.

EMPEROR:

Upon this battle depends the survival of the Galactic Empire. Upon this

battle depends the life and long continuity of our civilization. Not since

the great Jedi Rebellion has our destiny been placed in such a balance. This

is to be the most magnificent campaign of all! You have never been called

without doing something to be remembered, something notable and striking. The

conquering of the Aquilaean System, the last of the independent Systems, and

the last refuge of the outlawed, vile sect of the Jedi, will have such

important and lasting consequences, that I can't but consider it as an epoch

in history.

To the rear of the Plaza, watching the spectacle over the shoulder of a

curious bureaucrat, stands Clieg Whitsun, a tall, blond young man about twenty

years old. He seems interested in what the emperor has to say, but keeps

looking around nervously as if someone were after him. His arm rests across

his head, as he carefully but coolly adjusts a glowing blue ring on his index

finger. The emperor nears the end of his speech.

Crispin Hoedaack has moved up to stand next to the sinister monarch.

The troops shout an Imperial salute in response to a particularly partisan

statement.

EMPEROR (con't)

...I have personally asked the Aquilaeans to accept this Treaty of Alliance.

During the long period of negotiation, they have only decided to be undecided.

We will barter no longer. Governor Hoedaack has been appointed the First Lord

of the Aquilaean System and Surrounding Territories. This is the last

frontier and the final stone in the great wall of the Galactic Empire.

The troops cheer, ad the emperor escorts Hoedaack inside. Whitsun moves

quickly away from the Plaza, passing through several check stations, where he

is forced to show his identification.

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