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Walking away from the ship, Kyle shouted "Good Luck." and then kept on moving to the resistance base to tell them what was going to happen. Going through the gate Kyle motioned for the rest to follow, and kept on walking to make sure their caraven was already here. Apon seeing the speeders parked in a circle and the supplies being taken to warehouses around the camp, Kyle continued walking into the command bunker. Steping down the flights of stairs, the way was light no longer by sunlight, but by artifical light. As he continued to make his way to the door down the hallway where the resistance leaders were he started to think about what could happen because of this mission. He could lose, his second-in-command, his two chapter leaders, and 50 of his best men, nevermind the deaths of many resistance members. Even though the stakes were high he knew his men would succeed, he had faith in them, no sith orginazation could stop them. Opening the door and taking a seat Kyle laid out the plan for the leaders, none of them had any objection, but that wouldn't matter because Kyle wouldn't let any of their objections stop him from protecting his men. They had 300 men total fifty of those agents already inside the city, of the remaining 250 they could only spare 200, 20 land speeders, and 20 sets of artillery still it would be enough they would not have to take the city just provide a distraction. Remaining in his seat Kyle prepared the strategy in his mind, stall, thats all he had to do.
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