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In a spot of thick brush Azog knelt, gazing through the lenses of his helmet at the communication facility that sat around twenty meters from the vegetation line. In their current position - Azog and his two Sith compatriots, that is - were entirely hidden from the view from the potential prying...

The world surrounding him was green, lush with life; seemingly tranquil and untouched. It was a veritable golden-world, majesty and wonder abound. Kneeling down and running his fingers through the soil, it was almost enough to make Azog puke. Truth of the matter was, places like this were...