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"Oi. Oi! Is this thing on right?"
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"G...video.........Ceeba, you bl-....stop adjusting the....DAMMIT!"
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FeEEEEd Oneneneneline Master Nnnnnnnthryk.
"What...Cut the feed, CUT THE BLOODY FEED!"
"Ah there we go...per-...why's the Jedi symb-, CEEBA, WHERE THE HELL'S THE GALAF FIST!?...agh forget it, this is Slars mates, hope you're tuning in. First thing's first, whatever you 'eard 'appened with me and Bria was FAKE NEWS. Imperial propaganda, every last word. Second? We've got some work that needs doin'."
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Bespin
It's a Gas Baby
Briefing: Self-sufficiency is a prerequisite of any successful resistance. Having direct access to the source of blaster and laser ammo production is of massive importance. We’ve found one small corporation that collects the gas needed to create said ammo that is sympathetic to our cause, and we need some men to negotiate. Secure access to it at any cost.
2 GALAF Operatives; ASK
Sump
Corporate Takeover
Briefing: Sump, a world of noxious swamps and unfathomable natural energy, filled with a bunch of sorry creatures called Nuknogs that’ve been exploited since they were first discovered. It’s an absolute shame. Not that the Imperial-affiliated corporation currently mining it cares. TrisMegistus Inc, a shell company known to have connections to a particularly wealthy Moff in Imperial space, is quite possibly the worst of the offenders when it comes to sentient rights. Nuknog workers have been beaten down with horrid working conditions and unfathomably small wages.
Show TrisMegistus who’s boss. From approximately 2-4 AM planetary time, the factory is empty save for security guards pulled straight from the Imperial Armed Forces. Destroy the complex; blow it up, burn it down, siege it with turbolaser fire, just make sure it’s destroyed. And don’t let anyone know GALAF did it.
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Isde Naha
Pop Goes the Lizard
Briefing: Slars’ mysterious broken jaw has been repaired just in time to start preaching the good word to the citizens of Isde Naha, a planet selected for its many disillusioned industrial workers looking for a new hope beyond just the Jedi. News of a potential assassination attempt has spread through GALAF intelligence like wildfire, and as such, Slars requires our finest to keep him on the podium without getting a blaster bolt through his chest.
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Berrol’s Dunn
Or, a Lesson on Getting Medieval.
Briefing: A spy of some kind has been found hacking a weak point in our intelligence systems. We patched it as soon as we caught it, but not before tracing back the signature he left in our database. Apparently he was sloppy; it’s currently coming from a ship that landed on Berrol’s Dunn, ruled with an iron fist by the Berrol Syndicate. It’s a small but nasty bunch of gangsters trying to make their own way independent of the Hutts; they’ve formed a sort of family if you will, all going by the last name of Berrol regardless of actual blood affiliation. We have to infiltrate their base of operations and make absolutely sure the information the spy managed to steal is utterly destroyed before it’s relayed to our enemies, as they’re undoubtedly waiting for the highest bidder already. And, if we utterly destroy the Berrols in the process, the common folk of Berrol’s Dunn will likely be indebted to us.
2-3 GALAF Operatives: Open
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