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Ventus Prime wrote:

Meanwhile, paramedics came in and took the body of the assassin onto their own speeder. “I’d bet everything he lived or had family on Szel,” Wilmhar said grimly. “Guess it doesn’t matter now since we’re about to meet the same fate.”

“Jairhou, please-!”

“I can’t calm down! There’s a fleet right above us, much larger than our own and their leader is dead! They’re going to think this was a setup and won’t hesitate at all to shoot anything that isn’t Imperial. Hell, I’m shocked those troopers haven’t shot anyone yet!”

Raphtalia took a deep breath. “We need to contact Emperor Zul, and explain what happened. He needs to hear it from us.”

“Don’t get your hopes up...” Wilmhar grumbled.

Raphtalia ignored him and activated her commlink. “Admiral, do you copy?”

Auralani’s voice came through. “Yes, Chief of State.”

“I need you to get a hold of the Imperial fleet. Something terrible has happened.”

Zül’s shuttle had just touched down on his flagship at this point. He came strutting down the off ramp followed by his four Troopers. A devilish grin on his face.

An Imperial Officer came running out of a nearby corridor. “Your Majesty!” he called out. The four Troopers raised their Heavy Blasters immediately. Once close enough, one Trooper took the Officer right to the ground. The others standing above him.

“What do you think you’re doing?! Your Majesty it’s important!” the Officer pleaded.

“Enough!” The Emperor growled. His Troopers resuming normal positions. “What is it?” He asked in an annoyed tone.

The Officer rose back to his feet. “Something terrible has happened on Vitr. Supreme Commander Mhar has been shot dead.”

“Wh-...B-..How did it happen...” the Emperor Hissed.

“A citizen of Vitr shot him with a Blaster Pistol while walking to get lunch.” The Officer replied.

A moment of silence passed. ”I’ll resume command of his Fleet. Ready all Fleets..” He demanded. He rushed by and went to his corders.