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[indent][indent][color=lightgray]The Falling Star was an old ship, a ship that had a certain history to it. It was an old Trade Federation vessel, retrofitted about tenfold since its original service during the onset of the Clone Wars almost three decades ago. But instead of droids, The Falling Star’s cargo was people. People who needed to go about their business, quietly and unassumingly. It was for that reason that the pilots of The Falling Star tried to be as discreet as possible, avoiding the shadow of the Empire and the eyes of the Rebellion. 

As a passenger on The Falling Star, you know this all too well.

You find yourself in one of the sections of the ship designated as a commercial and entertainment hub. It smells of dorian quill and old boots, which is probably fitting as most of the denizens among you have not looked at a bath in quite some time. You’re pretty sure the Twi’lek sitting at the bar hasn’t bathed in [i]years[/i]. 

If you’re sly enough, you can hear whispers of the current news of the day. News you may have heard before. The demise of Emperor Palpatine, the destruction of yet another Death Star, and gossip suggesting that the people of Coruscant are cheering in the name of liberty and of the Rebel Alliance. It could be a bunch of claptrap, but if the Emperor has truly lost his life then it could incite a number of conclusions. Depending on your disposition you might find it optimistic, giving you hope for the future. If you’re a cynic you might think it’ll just escalate things as the power vacuum inspires others to take power where the emperor kept things in line before. Whichever the case, you are out in the Outer Rim, far away from being effected by such things as far as you can tell.

Probably.

You stop at your preferred haunt—the bar to your left, a pazaak or sabaac table to your right, or one of the shady vendors trying to hawk some credits before landfall. Maybe neither of the three locations? Do you prefer to be left alone in a corner as you continue to count the time? Or are you one of the more sociable types? Whichever the case, something feels wrong. You don't know why, but you understand one thing and one thing alone.

You've got a bad feeling about this.
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