Xamark Fulfillment Plaza, Western Distribuplex, Enarc, Enarc System, Aliu Sector, South Midrim, Mid Rim
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Kav marched down the alley, blaster drawn. Behind him he heard the sputtering of the dying, ahead of him he saw the corpses of the runners. He took a quick glance at the bodies as he passed, scanning for signs of life. The militia men lay splayed out on the cut-stone pavement, heat still radiating from where the particle-bolts had ripped them apart. Kills confirmed, the clone commando marched on to the end of the alley.
Where the alley terminated at the intersection of another wide promenade, Kav pushed up against the wall and peered out from the cover it provided. To his left, he could see the train station from which the mob had come – bodies and fires left in their wake. A few hundred feet to his right, he could see where they had gone – Imperial sympathizers, locked in combat with an alien mob. No one had heard the shots amidst the carnage.
Kav took a deep breath, then sprinted out into the street. In a moment he was across, moving through the next alley unseen. Smoke had appeared far off in the distance now, light from fires cast upon the rising particles as they spilled out into the dark sky. The sounds of far-off sirens wailed, calling unknown entities to action. His window was closing.
It was just two blocks until he spotted the Impound. It appeared above the rooftops as he approached, its gray duracrete exterior quickly swallowing up the sky ahead of him. It had seemed small from above, but now at street level Kav could see that the uninspired utilitarian slab dwarfed the low-density commercial units that surrounded it. Built and shaped like a brick, its sheer-faced outer walls offered nothing but cold function. The Impound was separated from the closest road and neighboring structures by a large, well-maintained greenway that provided no cover to would-be assailants. All along its base, rioters of a number of species had congregated, probing for weaknesses in its fortress-like walls.
Kav watched from the shadows of a small alley, studying the architecture of the building, when two neimoidian guards pushed open armored shutters on the Impound’s second floor and leaned out with oversized blaster rifles. They took aim, and delivered a salvo of blaster fire down at the rioters. Some shots found their mark, dropping members of the crowd, but it did little to damage the overall mass of people. Shouts and jeers welled up among the rioters, who quickly responded by lobbing a torrent of rocks and scrap back up at the gunman, who rapidly retreated back inside and slammed the shutter closed.
Seeing his opportunity, Kav holstered his pistol and looked up, taking in the shape of the alley around him. A path plotted, he took a step back, and then launched himself forward, bounding up the wall, springing off a plasteel container, and twisting backwards to grasp the ledge of the opposite building. With one motion he pulled himself up and over, rolling flat onto the top of the building.
Pushing up and off the grimy spackle-coating, Kav’s vision snapped across the rooftop, hunting for higher ground. A ladder mounted to the side of the adjacent building offered him an easy route to the top, and he quickly clambered up until he had reached the third floor. Dropping to one knee on the narrow rooftop, Kav reached into the kit on his belt and fished out a collection of parts belonging to an old GAR-issue ascension cable launcher, and carefully laid each piece out in front of him.
First, he mounted the firing system to its grip, cinching the clamps down tight around the muzzle of the device until he was sure they would hold. Next, he reached for a heavy metal cable with collapsing hooks on each end, and fed one end in through the barrel. As the collapsed hook exited the firing end of the barrel, the barbs sprung open, revealing a flat foot. Kav pulled the cable and hook back, clicking them into place. He then grabbed the opposite end of the cable and twisted the matching hook mechanism, forcing the barbs and flat foot to deploy, before he stuck the system to the wall above his head. The microrepulsor beeped as it became anchored to the structure.
Assembly complete, Kav leveled the launcher just above the armored window of the Impound a floor below him and pulled the trigger. With a soft click the hook shot out the end of the device and sailed through the air, flying out and over the greenway as it towed the metal cable between the buildings. The hook thumped into the Impound’s gray exterior, anchoring itself to the duracrete. As soon as it impacted, the mechanism began winching up the slack, and in moment, a taught wire spanned between the two structures.
Standing up, Kav walked the launcher along the cable, until he was standing at the edge of the small building. He tested his weight on the cable, and once satisfied, gripped the handle tightly, and jumped out over the void between structures. For a moment he was weightless, then the cable caught him. Despite the gentle downslope he quickly picked up speed, sailing over the vast promenade and greenway and heads of rioters around the Impound. The wall of the building was approaching, faster, faster, and in the last moment Kav yanked down on the launcher’s brake and swung his legs forward, slowing his approach and allowing him to soften the impact by planting his feet firmly on the wall.
With the brake locked down on the cable, Kav, now suspended on the side of the building, reached up to the launcher and tapped a small red button. Far behind him he heard the high-pitched resonance as the hook released and the steel line resonated with sound as it rocketed back towards him. He braced as his weight shifted off the line and into his legs against the wall, and the hook reeled into the launcher, leaving him anchored only on the Impound side. Finally fully across, Kav took his bearings.
There had to be a hundred rioters congregated near the base of the Impound below him, attempting to find a way past the massive durasteel doors and into the facility. There must be a treasure trove of confiscated weaponry taken from the planet’s populace waiting inside. Kav pitied their situation, but he did not intend to be here to witness their revolution. Instead, he turned his attention to the seamless row of metal shutters directly below him. Holding the launcher tightly and letting out some cable, he rappelled downward a meter, until his feet were planted squarely on the metal shutter below him. With his right hand, he drew his pistol and firmly rapped the butt of its grip on the shutter to his right, where he had seen the guards appear.
A moment passed, and muffled movement and voices reverberated from beyond the other side of the heavy metal plate. Again, Kav leaned over and whipped the butt of his blaster against the shutter. This time, the shutter began to creak, and Kav flattened himself against the wall as it slowly swung open. Steadily, the long barrel of a heavy blaster rifle advanced out the opening, but its owner was careful not to expose themselves. Kav quietly moved along the wall, making his way up and left, waiting for the guard to appear.
The weapon hovered in the window, cautiously checking sight lines, until finally, the timid guard’s curiosity got the better of him. The mottled green alien leaned out the opening, looking down and around for the source of the noise. Seeing his moment, Kav kicked off the wall and dropped down on the cable, swinging feet first through the open shutter and straight into the alien’s upper chest. The two of them clattered to the floor inside the Impound, Kav’s right knee coming down hard on the neimoidian’s sternum, his weapon clattering to the floor. The room was small and dim compared to the city streets, which even at night were well lit by lamps and signs, but Kav could still see the two neimoidians in the back, who jumped at his arrival. They scrambled for their long guns they had leaned against the wall, but Kav’s blaster was already on them. He felled both men with two swift blaster bolts, the heavy pistol easily burning holes through their cheap plasteel armor. In one motion, he put the hot muzzle of his pistol to the side of the head of the guard caught underneath him.
“Silence is your ally right now, neimoidian,” Kav said softly to his captive as he disengaged the hook of his ascension cable launcher and attached it to his belt with his off hand. Kav let all his weight shift to his right knee, forcing the air out of the ragged alien’s lungs. The thin, jagged pupils of the neimoidian’s giant gold-red eyes opened wide.
“I’m going to ask you a couple questions, to which you’ll answer by shaking or nodding your head, you understand?” Kav asked, miming the movements through his helmet. The neimoidian nodded vigorously. “And you won’t be telling anyone I was here, because then I’d have to come back and kill you, right?” The alien nodded his head again even more fervently.
“Good,” Kav said, the metal voice filter suppressing his impatient inflection. Right hand still holding the pistol to the guard’s head, he grabbed a small holoprojector disk off his belt with his left, which he presented to the alien. The blue holographic image of a small, robust Corellian-style light freighter appeared, rotating quietly on the disk.
“Is there a ship like this one in the Impound, a Corellian Chaser-Class?”
Again the neimoidian nodded. Kav shut off the projector and stowed it.
“Has anything of note been taken from the vessel?”
The alien’s head shook back and forth. Satisfied, Kav let off the man’s chest, giving them a chance to breathe.
“Speak softly now. Where’s the ship?” Kav asked, already knowing the half the answer.
The alien coughed and sputtered, before responding in a faint, raspy voice, “the roof! The northeast roof. All the vessels are stored on the roof until they can be resold or pressed into Federation service,” he wheezed.
“Why was the vessel impounded?”
“I don’t know! I don’t know much, I’m just security,” the guard cried, “the, the pilot, they were some sort of repeat offender. Wasn’t allowed on Enarc after skirting customs a few too many times.”
“What happened to them?”
“We seized their ship ‘cause they couldn’t pay the fines, then they went off to lockup. That was, ‘til the Imperial delegation showed up. The first thing they got their hands in was the prisons. Who knows now.”
Kav’s focus shifted from the man on the ground to the rest of the Impound, trying to get a sense for any noise or movement beyond the door to the small room in which they sat. Hopefully, anyone beyond this room had mistaken his shots for the guards firing on the rioters outside.
“How many of the Enarc Corporate Guard are stationed here?” Kav asked.
“Just, just a couple dozen. But, but,” the neimoidian continued, trying to regain his nerve, “headquarters is sending backup! Within the hour the whole Western Distribuplex is gunna be locked up tighter than the A Block at Central Judiciary! So, you better -”
Kav leaned back and fired a bolt of superheated plasma into the man’s neck. The guard twitched once, hard and violently, before going limp. Kav stood, careful not to let the carbonized gore get on his cloak and holstered his blaster. Time to plan his next move. There were only a few more floors to the Impound – he could try to rappel out the window and up the side of the building, but he knew the chances were that the cage around the upper Impound was shielded or electrified. Through the floor and past the guards, then.
Kav reached for the dead neimoidian’s blaster and gave it a once over. It was very long barreled, Federation-specific variant of a Merr-Sonn MK rifle, an overpriced precision weapon better suited for a sniper than these poorly trained corporate guards. Maybe they picked it for the intimidation factor offered by the large silhouette – though cynically, Kav thought it was more likely someone on the Federation board owned more than a few shares in Merr-Sonn stocks. Kav quickly removed the bayonet and disengaged the locking lug for the weapon’s large stock before casting both assemblies aside, drastically cutting down on the overall length of the rifle before slinging it over his back. Anything to help the handling in these tight quarters.
Before moving on, Kav took inventory of the room around him, double checking for anything else that could be useful. If guards had been setting up to defend this side of the building until relief came, the tiny space mirrored this purpose; tables and chairs cluttered the room, equipment and unappetizing rations splayed out for easy use. Small cages and lockers lined the walls, storage for what appeared to be some of the Impound’s less important items. Quick visual inspection revealed a number of confiscated small arms – a collection of pitiful vibroblades and underpowered hold-out blasters. Nothing he needed – but why not share the wealth?
Kav grabbed a badge off one of the dead guards and ripped the cape off their corporate uniform. The badge unlocked the cage, and Kav reached in and bundled up as many of the derringers and snub guns as he could, tying them up with the logo-emblazoned fabric. He hefted the package over his shoulder, and carried it to the windowsill, where he set it on the ledge and then pushed the whole heap out. It tumbled and fell out the window, down onto the crowd below. Kav chucked the ID badge out after it before slamming the shutters closed, cutting the cries of the rioters short as they shouted out in surprise and anger. With impressive consistency, another salvo of thrown bricks and rocks clattered against the outside of the closed shutter. They were angry now – but they’d forgive him.
The sound of redemption came a moment later in the form of blaster fire, which raked the side of the Impound. None of those weapons could damage the armored shutters or reinforced duracrete walls – but it’d certainly get the guards’ attention. Kav swiped up a few extra power packs off the tables and slotted them into his belt, grabbed another guard’s ID badge for himself, and turned to face the door.
Show time.
Dropping to one knee and quietly opening the door in a crouched position, Kav held his new rifle level by its sling. An expansive room appeared before him, more open than he had anticipated for the second floor. The space must have been the one of the central chambers of the Impound, with ceilings that reached three stories above him. He was at the bottom now, but he could see the long open gaps where the walkways for the next two floors looked down on the open space. In contrast to its brutalist, dark duracrete walls, a large light fixture on the ceiling emitted a diffuse artificial glow that trickled down the walls and cast the room in a soft yet off-putting white-green sheen, matching that of Enarc’s sun.
Immediately ahead of Kav was one of perhaps many of the Impound’s bullpens, a messy open floorplan of haphazard desks and half partitions and workstations, which he surveyed through the sights of his rifle. Eight or more of this facility’s staff had clustered near the center around a large communicator, anxiously discussing the developments outside as another blast racked the building. All the way across the floor, he could see the stairwell which would take him to the roof.
Kav’s rifle sight lingered over the men a moment, before he swept his aim up, and centered the front post on the massive light fixture above. Gently, he squeezed the two-stage trigger back, back past the half-pull where he felt the gentle whir of the flash-exciter, back ever so slightly more, until he felt it catch. With a loud and echoing crack, the muzzle of the blaster ignited, slinging a humming bolt of plasma at its target. The glowing streak of energy momentarily tinted the walls of the room red, until a millisecond later when it slammed into the large lighting fixture. The light exploded in a shower of sparks, then a brilliant flash of searing white light that covered the room.
His eyes protected from the blast by his helmet’s polarized filters, Kav swiftly moved into the now darkened space and activated his night-vision visor. He could see the shocked and stunned guards shouting and scrambling, grabbing at their weapons and waving them about in the black. He had no interest in them. Instead he dashed to the wall and drew his assembled ascension cable launcher in his off hand, shooting the hook up into the third-floor ceiling. He began rappelling up the wall, the tool’s winch ratcheting in as he closed the distance, until he was up and over the railing. Quickly he disengaged the tool and stowed it, and began running along the walkway, trying to get across the room and to the stairwell as fast as he could.
He was a quarter of the way there – a half – two thirds – when he heard the distinctive snap and humming activation of glow rods, and a second later, saw their torchlight sweep towards him across the darkened room from below. Kav dropped low under the cover of the thick duracrete railing beside him, moving as fast as he could while hunched, wondering if he had been seen. More shouts, and then a stray blaster bolt struck the side of the duracrete wall above him, blowing out chunks of the material which rained down behind him. It seemed someone caught a glimpse.
Kav watched the light drift off his position, and sprung up from his cover, returning suppressive fire in the direction of the Federation men as he ran. The cluster of neimoidians scattered, giving Kav just enough time to dart into the stairwell. He charged up the stairs to the fourth floor, where he briefly stopped to look down. Two stories below in the bullpen he could see the guards had fanned out, turning on secondary lights all around the room as they went, glow rods sweeping every corner. There was another loud noise outside – this one bigger than the last – which seemed to draw their attention, not up, but down.
Kav heard a muffled exchange of blaster fire, then a growing roar, seemingly welling up from below. As it reached a fervor pitch, it became clear it was the sound of hundreds of running feet. Suddenly, rioters swelled onto the bullpen floor, right into a barrage of fire from the surviving Neimoidian guards, which did little to stem the tide. It was time for Kav to leave.
Sprinting up the last flight of steps, Kav came to a heavy metal door, which his borrowed badge unlocked. Kav slung his rifle back over his shoulder and shoved the doors open, and stumbled out onto the roof of the Impound. Once again under the open sky, the height of the Impound let Kav look all the way across the Xamark Fulfillment Plaza. He could see the light of fires and the sound of sirens and blaster fire. Kav peered up at the sky, looking for the Imperial dropships he knew would soon be descending with thousands of soldiers to claim this world. Instead, he saw the unmistakable signs of low orbital combat – an exchange of red and green turbolaser bolts igniting the elements of the upper atmosphere, leaving behind faint radioactive streaks. Was the whole world on fire?
Kav returned his focus to the massive expanse of duracrete overcrowded with light starships and landspeeders that lay before him, hoping to catch sight of the Corellian Chaser from where he stood. Not seeing his mark, he decided to run in the direction the ill-fated guard had told him. He sprinted by ship after ship - the Federation had impounded all manner of vessels here, from humble YT-1300 cargo ships to modified HWK-290 heavy starfighters, but none were what he was looking for. Kav weaved around and under their landing gear, looking, looking, until finally he spotted it.
The tiny Corellian Chaser sat nestled between a larger YV-929 armed transport and a Aurore-class freighter, its simple yet unconventional asymmetry making it unmistakable—he had his ship. Kav punched in a code to the communicator built into his left gauntlet before he ran up to the base of the tiny ship’s closed ramp. He waved the guard’s badge over the restraining bolt welded to the control console, causing the mechanism to click and release. The ramp hissed as it lowered, and Kav quickly bounded up and through the airlock. He was in.
The airlock led into the interior of the Chaser, which consisted of a small cabin that bled into the hold, and an attached cockpit which hung off the side of the main fuselage and was separated by an open door. The Federation had stripped the room of everything not bolted down, but what Kav wanted was underneath the paneling. He had been told by Bode that the goods were still in the smuggler’s hold, though Bode had seemed to lack details on where exactly that might be. Luckily for Kav, it was a small ship, and he had a blueprint. Kav took a knee and pulled the holoprojector disk back out, as well as a hydrospanner he had brought for this purpose. With the holographic model of the Cruiser open, he adjusted the image on the projector, homing in on elements of the cabin and hold paneling design he had previously identified for having large enough gaps beneath them to conceal the cargo.
Kav searched around the ship until he found the first candidate site and quickly went to work unbolting the metal plates that made up the small patch of floor. The hydrospanner made short work of the fasteners, and within a dozen seconds the bolts were out and the panel was off – but no dice. Kav moved to the next likely location, deftly dissembling the plating – but again he was greeted with an empty space. After the third, it was clear that he had something wrong. He stood and paced up and down the two small rooms, trying to ignore the sounds of combat outside as he struggled to think of what he could have missed.
Resigned to continue, he turned back to disassemble another side panel, when the silhouette of the pilot’s chair through the door of the cockpit caught his eye. It was a bulky ejection model, ripped off a Republic dropship or fightercraft of some kind, but it was bolted down in all the wrong places. Kav stepped into the cockpit to take a better look, inspecting the installation of the chair - there were certainly no explosive bolts in the canopy to make way for the seat if it was launched, and the way it was mounted, it’d never separate from the cockpit floor right anyways. It could have been a decommissioned scrapyard pull, something the previous owner merely picked for the price, but this was the ship of a sentient who made their living off this vessel. The oversized chair dominated the tiny room and would have been a terrible inconvenience every time it was used.
Kav dived in, quickly dissembling the massive back of the chair, where all the ejection seat rocketry would be fitted, ignoring the brightly painted red metal housing and stamped Aurebesh text reading out DANGER in hazard yellow. The panels and fittings quickly came apart, and where the ejector thrusters should have been was a substantial empty cavity, and inside, a small black box with a simple handle. Jackpot. He stowed his hydrospanner and grabbed the box before he sprinted out of the Chaser and onto the Impound yard roof.
The sounds of fighting were unmistakenly louder than when he had entered the craft. Kav was sure the rioters had overwhelmed this facility’s guards and looted the Impound’s stores of weapons by now, but had they returned to the streets, or were they making their way up here? Kav cut his way between freighters and transports until he reached the nearest edge of the massive roof, and found a gap in the oversized electric fence where he could see down to the streets below.
A full-blown firefight had broken out. An exchange of red and blue and the occasional green plasma filled the streets, arcing and striking people and buildings with explosive force. An eclectic group of sentients that must be the rioters now held the gates of the Impound and had become intrenched near its entrance and any other trace of cover available in the surrounding alleys and buildings. They fired wildly at their approaching foe, who, obscured by the smoke and dust and debris, was hard to make out in the distance. A more orderly regiment of humanoids, their column slowly advanced, stopping at regular intervals to fire imposing volleys in a staggered line. This was no Imperial formation - it must be the Enarc Guard. So they had deployed reinforcements after all.
Kav rushed back from the edge and to the rooftop stairwell doors. As he ran he again entered a code into the communicator built into his left gauntlet, careful with his selection of characters. Arriving at the door, he swiped the badge against the console and waited to hear the lock engage, before he drew his pistol and fired a particle bolt straight into the computer, hoping the ionized plasma would deliver enough voltage to the system to fry the components on both ends. Having done everything he could in this moment, he turned back to warily watch the skies.
At first it seemed like nothing had changed – turbolasers still arced through the upper atmosphere – but the ships were closer – much closer. He could now easily see the toroidal shapes of Federation Lucrehulks and the daggers that were Imperial Venators, exchanging fire and fighting and burning - but one ship had slipped past the rest and was closer still; an Imperial-Class Star Destroyer. And he could see them now: dozens and dozens of Imperial assault craft, pouring out of their mothership down and towards the planet. He spotted Clone Low-Altitude gunships, Rho and Nu assault shuttles not unlike his own, even what must be a new Imperial Lamba statesmen’s shuttle, all descending and fanning out across the embattled city like vultures. They’d be here very soon.
His fixation was shattered by the sound of pounding at the rooftop door. One heavy blow, then another, as someone clearly tried to batter the door down from the other side. Kav stepped back, his pistol trained on the door as he put distance between him and the other side. Give me time, dammit, He thought as he listened to the poor bastards’ hammering. He knew they probably wanted transport off this damn rock just like him, but they’d have to wait their turn.
Beyond the walls of the compound, the subtle whine of ion engines and repulsors grew louder, and louder, and louder, just like the beating on the door. The sound of combat around him waned as the whole city listened to their coming reckoning. Kav held his breath – then suddenly, low over the buildings, a Nu-Class shuttle appeared, its wings already folding up and ramp extending down as it came for the Impound yard. At the same time, the rooftop doors failed.
Box tucked under one arm, Kav quickly holstered his pistol and drew his cable launcher. Before the first rioter was through the door, he aimed the device at the hovering shuttle and fired. The microrepulsor hook flew up, and connected with the nose of the craft just above the open door. The shuttle dipped down then pitched up, and Kav held on as tight as he could as he was hoisted into the air. The starship slowly rose, and the winch of the launcher pulled him up as the rioters spilled out onto the roof. At first they stopped, confused at what they saw, before one of them decided to take a shot at the dangling man, and within a moment blaster fire filled the air. Kav leaned in over his gauntlet communicator, and with no free hand to type, simply shouted,
“NOW WOULD BE A VERY GOOD TIME TO LEAVE, R3!”
The shuttle continued to rise and pitch up at a more rapid rate, and by the time the ship was twenty meters off the deck the winch had finally pulled Kav up to the level of the ramp. Struggling against the weight and the rocking and the wind, he hefted the small box up and over the side of the open ramp and inside the craft, before hoisting himself up and over. Finally inside, he reached up from the floor and jammed the airlock controls shut. The ramp closed, and, for the moment, he was safe.
A small part of Kav wanted nothing more than to lie there, let the relief wash over him – but that would be leaving the job half done. He pulled himself up, first to one knee, then another, and grabbed the box, which he stowed in the forward compartment. Up again, he ran towards the back of his ship. He caught the corner of the bulkhead with one hand and spun to face the ladder, which he quickly ascended. He pushed on, past his bunk and around R3 in his droid socket, and finally into the pilot’s seat.
“Thanks for the assist back there,” Kav said over his shoulder as he ripped off his helmet and took the controls.
The wings of the Requiem folded down as Kav brought his starship about and began to ascend. Out through his canopy, he watched as other Imperial shuttles, indistinguishable on the outside from his own craft, raced past him and down towards the planet’s surface. Kav confidently maintained his flight path, mirroring the vector an Imperial shuttle would take on a return flight back to the Star Destroyer. He spared no attention for the other assault craft descending on the city – if they decided to chase him, they’d have to catch him. Kav kept his eyes glued to his altimeter, watching the numbers tick up, up. He kept the throttle at full, and turned back to R3.
“Be ready to enrich the fuel mixture, I want as much as we can get without burning out the plasma injectors. And start running the numbers for the hyperspace route to Darknell. The moment we’re far enough away from the planet’s gravity well I want to jump!”
The droid whirred and clicked as it attempted to carry out the pilot’s commands. As the Requiem rose through the atmosphere, the wedge like Imperial Star Destroyer loomed closer and closer, hanging at an altitude which Kav surmised must be the edge of its repulsorlift capabilities. Any closer and it would be overtaken by Enarc’s gravity. Nearing the upper edge of the atmosphere now, Kav suddenly broke off his course, rolling the Requiem up and over onto a trajectory parallel to and heading astern of the massive Imperial vessel only a few kilometers above him.
“Now R3!” Kav shouted as they hurtled towards the rear of the warship.
The enriched ion mixture hit the engines, creating an explosive increase in thrust output that lurched Kav backwards deep into his seat as the shuttle’s inertial dampeners struggled to compensate for the out-of-parameter maneuver. The Requiem barreled forward, clearing the stern of the Star Destroyer and shooting clear out of the atmosphere. R3 whirred away in its droid socket, rapidly crunching the numbers as it reduced the planet, the massive Imperial warship, the stars themselves to variables in an equation, and solved them one by one with incomprehensible speed.
On Kav’s console, the blue hyperdrive indicator lit up, alerting him the device was ready. Without a second thought he jammed the lever forward, and the Requiem stretched into hyperspace, disappearing from Enarc’s crowded orbit with a blink.
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