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Inside, the halls were dim, lit only by an orange glimmer that prevailed through narrow observation slits. Beeps rang out of a room nearby. An armor clad trooper walked close behind his hurried general. He stopped short of the doorway; close enough to allow his ears to hear hints of what may be said within the room. After a series of beeps, a higher pitched answer tone sounded. Vallen answered the incoming message using the administration room’s main holotable. A voice spoke, but was not one familiar to the commanding Stormtrooper. From reading Vallen’s body language, he didn’t recognize the figure either. The uniform worn

Inside, the halls were dim, lit only by an orange glimmer that prevailed through narrow observation slits. Beeps rang out of a room nearby. An armor clad trooper walked close behind his hurried general. He stopped short of the doorway; close enough to allow his ears to hear hints of what may be said within the room. After a series of beeps, a higher pitched answer tone sounded. Vallen answered the incoming message using the administration room’s main holotable. A voice spoke, but was not one familiar to the commanding Stormtrooper. From reading Vallen’s body language, he didn’t recognize the figure either. The uniform worn

Inside, the halls were dim, lit only by an orange glimmer that prevailed through narrow observation slits. Beeps rang out of a room nearby. An armor clad trooper walked close behind his hurried general. He stopped short of the doorway; close enough to allow his ears to hear hints of what may be said within the room. After a series of beeps, a higher pitched answer tone sounded. Vallen answered the incoming message using the administration room’s main holotable. A voice spoke, but was not one familiar to the commanding Stormtrooper. From reading Vallen’s body language, he didn’t recognize the figure either. The uniform worn

     Order 66: Plo Koon             &        Captain Jag   A Reprieve and Murder The Sky, has always served as the respite before the fires and loss of combat. For those brothers who reached a "Mission Complete" or were frantically airlifted out; the air rushing over our bolstered wings, your tattered armor, your beaten skin. The brothers in the sky over you, serve as your protectors. Commander Jai'galaar, has always served as an aggressive, steadfast, resolute ace of the skies. For those on Geonosis, it was my ship, my missiles that supported your efforts on the ground. The dessert sand blinded trooper's vision revealing only hues

  Star Wars --- The Clone Wars Oasis Calm: Volume III "We become whatever we are committed to." The sand ridden haze hurled itself against the lightly shielded Arquiten cruiser, the Regulator. Its savage gusts remained muted inside the cockpit, however, thunderous clatters of every loose panel inside the ship rattled continuously during the descent. Fear was entirely absent from the deck. Regardless if troopers had their eyes closed or honed into a piercing, fixed gaze; all transformed the fledgling emotion into a sharp focus. Aayla Secura’s crisp blue eyes looked to her left, her body bouncing amid the turbulence. Initially many