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Nom Anor's a cowardly atheist politician from a race of fanatically religious berserkers. He's about as unpredictable as you can get.
The Unabridged Memoirs of Darth Plagueis the Wise [Star Wars AU]
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Nom Anor's a cowardly atheist politician from a race of fanatically religious berserkers. He's about as unpredictable as you can get.
Well, You're Not Wrong
So hes an american is what you are saying? i couldn't resist
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Nas Choka
This guy was a key player in Shimmra's coup against Quoreal in 29 BBY in the legends timeline.
He was also arguably the most effective yuuzhan Vong strategist and commander.
@YeahOkayCool-what's the Vong internal situation has the coup against Quoreal happened yet? Or has it been averted?
This guy was a key player in Shimmra's coup against Quoreal in 29 BBY in the legends timeline.
He was also arguably the most effective yuuzhan Vong strategist and commander.
@YeahOkayCool-what's the Vong internal situation has the coup against Quoreal happened yet? Or has it been averted?
Interlude VIII: Word from the Homefront
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Yep, still alive. Have an interlude:
Interlude VIII: Word from the Homefront
Interlude VIII: Word from the Homefront
With the attempted assassination of Supreme Chancellor Dooku, it became clear to all sides that the war had entered into a harder, more desperate phase for the Rim Liberation Front. They had suffered almost a year of setbacks. Bothan Space had fallen, Ackbar's fleet had been pushed back to the Mon Calamari Sector and the Tion Cluster, and RLF conventional forces straddling the Corellian run were now on the defensive pushing back probing raids by Republic frigate flotillas. The Provisional Council knew that the titanic Republic war machine, containing some 75% of the known galaxy's financial capital and heavy industry, had now spun up to full speed and closed their window of opportunity for a conventional military victory. Even if the RLF did nothing else, the Rim Confederation worlds would eventually be overwhelmed by massive numbers of clone troopers and warships. It was in this environment that Alto Stratus' doctrine of "Freedom Through Fear" was being taken more seriously by his fellow councilors-- if RLF resistance could make occupation of the Outer Rim as costly and bloody as possible, and insurgent cells could wreak enough havoc on the Republic homefront and command structure, the demoralized Republic could still be convinced to end the war diplomatically by recognizing the Rim Confederation's independence. To do that, however, the RLF had to neutralize the massive tactical and morale advantage of the Jedi Order.
The Thunderclap Commandos were the answer. Created from the genetics of an unknown humanoid species and replicated using reverse-engineered Spaarti cloning cylinders and trained by Qymaen jai Sheelal's elite Kaleesh duelists, Project Thunderclap's operatives were silent, deadly, and physically imposing. The attempt on Chancellor Dooku's life was the most heavily-publicized deployment, but far from the only one. Their purported invisibility to the mystical powers of the Jedi and their lightsaber-resistant San-Ni staffs allowed them to ambush and dispatch Jedi on their own terms, and in the final months of 979 teams of Thunderclap Commandos cut a swathe of destruction across several contested battlefields. Jedi casualties mounted-- Yarael Poof on Rhen Var, Iri Camas and Iwo Kulka on Orvax, Daakman Barrek on Kira, and almost a dozen others-- and the Thunderclap Commandos' grey, thick-browed faces became more common sights on contested planets. This was a terrible blow to Jedi morale, as the RLF seemed to be embarking on a shadow campaign of silent assassinations that would rip the entire Republic command structure to pieces. However, the Jedi had one advantage: thanks to Republic Intelligence, they knew where the clones were being produced.
Thanks to a high-placed informant, Republic Intelligence was able to pinpoint Project Thunderclap to the otherwise uninhabited radioactive desert planet Malagarr. The cloning facility was nestled deep into a narrow slot canyon, protected from orbital bombardment by meters of solid rock and protected behind an industrial radiation shield repurposed as a shield gate. Moving quickly, the Republic mobilized. Elements of the Second and Fifth Fleets under Jedi Master Ki-Adi-Mundi quickly isolated the facility, establishing air superiority, capturing the outer ring of defenses and landing pads, and sending clone battalions to block both ends of the canyon and prevent a breakout. However, the RLF was prepared for a long siege. The Republic attackers soon found themselves facing endless probing attacks by the RLF forces guarding the facility, augmented by new batches of Thunderclap Commandos. For four months the Republic kept the main cloning facility under siege, preventing the RLF forces from recapturing lost territory but unable to break through the shield gate blocking the inner canyon. The Jedi forces only gained the upper hand with the arrivals of Generals Kenobi and Skywalker, along with reinforcements from the Second Fleet. Together with Mundi, they formed a plan to slip past the cloning facility's shield gate.
The next morning, the Republic forces pulled back to the secondary building of the outer canyon, as flights of ARC-130 starfighters launched bombing runs on the hardened aperture. One of those ARC-130s, piloted by Kenobi and Skywalker, faked serious engine trouble and came in for a rough landing in a section of the canyon just outside the shield gate. Alto Stratus, sensing the opportunity to gain two valuable captives, scrambled a team of Thunderclap Commandos to apprehend the two Jedi. Unfortunately, he had to lower the shield aperture in order to do so. Before the RLF forces had time to react, Kenobi and Skywalker were through the shield and had taken out the generator. As Mundi's clones and AT-TEs launched their final assault on the now-defenseless cloning facility, the "Dynamic Duo" fought through squads of PSS fighters and Thunderclap Commandos to the control room, capturing Stratus before he could escape.
The Siege of Malagarr was the first of two major losses the RLF would face in the first half of 980, but modern historians tend to forget that in certain relevant ways the Republic victory was pyrrhic. For one, the prolonged siege in such a remote sector of space tied up many clone battalions and warships needed for the planned invasion of Ryloth, delaying that offensive by almost half a year. In addition, Sev'rance'tan and Azure Squad launched a rescue mission that successfully liberated Alto Stratus from Republic custody on Eriadu before he could be tried for treason, bolstering RLF morale. Finally, while the production of more Thunderclap Commandos was severely restricted following the Siege of Malagarr, it was not stopped completely. An unknown number of Spaarti cloning cylinders and baseline genestock were smuggled offworld before the Republic forces had a chance to dig in on the surface. These cylinders were dispersed across the highest-priority RLF insurgent cells in Republic Space, where they became highly coveted strategic assets. While the specter of a shadowy RLF army of Jedi-hunters was dashed forever, the Thunderclap Commandos were deployed well into the final stages of the war. While the total number of the alien clones produced is unknown, estimates range between two and four thousand units, 80% of which never left Malagarr.
--Dr. Arhul Hextrophon, "Twin Hammers: Early-Mid 980," Galaxy in Flames: A History of the Rim-Core War
The Thunderclap Commandos were the answer. Created from the genetics of an unknown humanoid species and replicated using reverse-engineered Spaarti cloning cylinders and trained by Qymaen jai Sheelal's elite Kaleesh duelists, Project Thunderclap's operatives were silent, deadly, and physically imposing. The attempt on Chancellor Dooku's life was the most heavily-publicized deployment, but far from the only one. Their purported invisibility to the mystical powers of the Jedi and their lightsaber-resistant San-Ni staffs allowed them to ambush and dispatch Jedi on their own terms, and in the final months of 979 teams of Thunderclap Commandos cut a swathe of destruction across several contested battlefields. Jedi casualties mounted-- Yarael Poof on Rhen Var, Iri Camas and Iwo Kulka on Orvax, Daakman Barrek on Kira, and almost a dozen others-- and the Thunderclap Commandos' grey, thick-browed faces became more common sights on contested planets. This was a terrible blow to Jedi morale, as the RLF seemed to be embarking on a shadow campaign of silent assassinations that would rip the entire Republic command structure to pieces. However, the Jedi had one advantage: thanks to Republic Intelligence, they knew where the clones were being produced.
Thanks to a high-placed informant, Republic Intelligence was able to pinpoint Project Thunderclap to the otherwise uninhabited radioactive desert planet Malagarr. The cloning facility was nestled deep into a narrow slot canyon, protected from orbital bombardment by meters of solid rock and protected behind an industrial radiation shield repurposed as a shield gate. Moving quickly, the Republic mobilized. Elements of the Second and Fifth Fleets under Jedi Master Ki-Adi-Mundi quickly isolated the facility, establishing air superiority, capturing the outer ring of defenses and landing pads, and sending clone battalions to block both ends of the canyon and prevent a breakout. However, the RLF was prepared for a long siege. The Republic attackers soon found themselves facing endless probing attacks by the RLF forces guarding the facility, augmented by new batches of Thunderclap Commandos. For four months the Republic kept the main cloning facility under siege, preventing the RLF forces from recapturing lost territory but unable to break through the shield gate blocking the inner canyon. The Jedi forces only gained the upper hand with the arrivals of Generals Kenobi and Skywalker, along with reinforcements from the Second Fleet. Together with Mundi, they formed a plan to slip past the cloning facility's shield gate.
The next morning, the Republic forces pulled back to the secondary building of the outer canyon, as flights of ARC-130 starfighters launched bombing runs on the hardened aperture. One of those ARC-130s, piloted by Kenobi and Skywalker, faked serious engine trouble and came in for a rough landing in a section of the canyon just outside the shield gate. Alto Stratus, sensing the opportunity to gain two valuable captives, scrambled a team of Thunderclap Commandos to apprehend the two Jedi. Unfortunately, he had to lower the shield aperture in order to do so. Before the RLF forces had time to react, Kenobi and Skywalker were through the shield and had taken out the generator. As Mundi's clones and AT-TEs launched their final assault on the now-defenseless cloning facility, the "Dynamic Duo" fought through squads of PSS fighters and Thunderclap Commandos to the control room, capturing Stratus before he could escape.
The Siege of Malagarr was the first of two major losses the RLF would face in the first half of 980, but modern historians tend to forget that in certain relevant ways the Republic victory was pyrrhic. For one, the prolonged siege in such a remote sector of space tied up many clone battalions and warships needed for the planned invasion of Ryloth, delaying that offensive by almost half a year. In addition, Sev'rance'tan and Azure Squad launched a rescue mission that successfully liberated Alto Stratus from Republic custody on Eriadu before he could be tried for treason, bolstering RLF morale. Finally, while the production of more Thunderclap Commandos was severely restricted following the Siege of Malagarr, it was not stopped completely. An unknown number of Spaarti cloning cylinders and baseline genestock were smuggled offworld before the Republic forces had a chance to dig in on the surface. These cylinders were dispersed across the highest-priority RLF insurgent cells in Republic Space, where they became highly coveted strategic assets. While the specter of a shadowy RLF army of Jedi-hunters was dashed forever, the Thunderclap Commandos were deployed well into the final stages of the war. While the total number of the alien clones produced is unknown, estimates range between two and four thousand units, 80% of which never left Malagarr.
--Dr. Arhul Hextrophon, "Twin Hammers: Early-Mid 980," Galaxy in Flames: A History of the Rim-Core War
Officer's Breakroom, Venator-class Star Destroyer Alacrity, Somewhere along the Corellian Run, 12.2 years following Battle of Naboo
The bond between a Jedi Master and their apprentice was a fascinating, impossible-to-explain thing, constantly growing and changing along with them both. As a Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi had always rolled his eyes at the cliche that a Jedi's real education began when they became a teacher, but if anything his time as Anakin's master had made it ring truer everyday. Even now, with both of them Jedi in full, he felt the power of that connection every day. It was impossible to explain-- before they had been teacher and student, yes, but now they were... two halves of one entity. Or perhaps two entities acting as one. Like a hammer and an anvil, or a left and right hand working in concert? Obi-Wan knew enough about mysticism to know that some things were just impossible to describe, but he knew without a doubt that a life without Anakin would have left him a different man. A lesser man. He only had to sense their coordination in the Force to know that.
Of course, as Jango liked reminding him, there were some things you didn't need the Force to figure out.
Such as: when your former apprentice stumbles through the doorway right past you without a word, face pale with shock and eyes unseeing, something was definitely up.
Obi-Wan knew Anakin too well to waste time asking him what was going on directly; if he didn't want to tell you something, you couldn't get it out of him with a crowbar. This required a bit more of an indirect approach. So as the other Jedi's footsteps echoed off obliviously down the hall, he slipped into the empty breakroom to find some clues.
Ah, well, nothing in here but a datapad lying on the couch, practically glowing from Anakin's touch through the Force. A bewildering storm of emotions boiled off it in like multicolored steam--everything from the warm, steady gold of joy to a terror so high-energy it was almost ultraviolet. What in the name of...
The obvious next step would be to look through Anakin's datapad to see what had gotten him so agitated, but a moment of unease made Obi-Wan pause. How would he like it if their positions were reversed, and Anakin had found out about him and Siri's back-and-forth messages? Well, he wouldn't, of course. Not at all. But then again, he remembered that friendship often meant doing what was best for each other no matter what, and anyway the military-issue datapad wasn't technically Anakin's to begin with, so technically there was nothing wrong with simply turning it on...
Hm. A quick scroll through the datapad's history showed the last tab he'd opened was a vidmessage from a Coruscant HoloNet address... ahappyshadeofblue@messagebox.holo? Why did that address sound so-- ah, of course. Jabitha must have left him a message. A warm, knowing smile ticked up at the corner of Obi-Wan's mouth. Anakin's emotions were always a mess after one of her messages. Always happy, but a mess. It had been a long time since either of them had seen her, hadn't it? They really should all go to Dex's for lunch next time they're all back on Coruscant.
He pressed the replay button on the screen and sat back as Jabitha's face filled the screen. She was wearing a loose-fitting black shirt, and her hair was shorter than he'd remembered it being-- the result of the delicate surgeries to remove the shrapnel from her skull, no doubt. It was good to know she'd recovered well from the bombing at the Damask Foundation-- in fact, you'd hardly know from looking at her that anything had happened at all. But by far the most remarkable change was her face. The young near-human looked happier than he'd seen her in years. Even in this two-dimensional form, the eagerness and warmth in her brown eyes seemed to leap right out of the screen.
"Hi Ani," the message began. "I hope everything's going alright wherever you are. I know you can't tell me a lot, but whatever you're doing... just stay safe out there, okay? But things here are... well, they're fine." She seemed uneasy all of a sudden. "I really miss you, Ani. Sorry this message is a little late, but there's been a lot going on here lately that... Sekot, my mind's going a thousand miles an hour here. Okay, well I should probably have told you about this a while ago, but... I dunno, I guess I'm still trying to get my mind around it myself. But you have a right to know. This last month I've been feeling odd. Sick. Headaches, nausea, vomiting, that sort of thing. Almost every morning for weeks. I was concerned. You know me, I never get sick. I talked to Uncle Hego, and he thought it may have been some residual brain damage from the explosion, so we went down to see the medical droids and..."
Suddenly, Jabitha's expression changed. An eager smile crept across her face, and her eyes became little brown candles of joy. "Well... I'm pregnant. With twins."
Obi-Wan blinked. Little Jabitha was going to be a mother? Really? Blast, we really have been gone a long time. Ah, well, congratulations were in order regardless. Jabitha had always struck Obi-Wan as a quietly lonely girl underneath the bravado; he was happy to see that she'd branched out and found love with someone else. Hopefully Anakin wouldn't take the news too badly. Obi-Wan knew he'd had feelings for her for some time, even without either of them saying a word about it. But now that Jabitha was pregnant hopefully she could get up the courage to let him down gently, so as not to hurt their friendshi--
"We're going to be parents, Ani. Isn't it amazing?"
Oh, no.
The bond between a Jedi Master and their apprentice was a fascinating, impossible-to-explain thing, constantly growing and changing along with them both. As a Padawan Obi-Wan Kenobi had always rolled his eyes at the cliche that a Jedi's real education began when they became a teacher, but if anything his time as Anakin's master had made it ring truer everyday. Even now, with both of them Jedi in full, he felt the power of that connection every day. It was impossible to explain-- before they had been teacher and student, yes, but now they were... two halves of one entity. Or perhaps two entities acting as one. Like a hammer and an anvil, or a left and right hand working in concert? Obi-Wan knew enough about mysticism to know that some things were just impossible to describe, but he knew without a doubt that a life without Anakin would have left him a different man. A lesser man. He only had to sense their coordination in the Force to know that.
Of course, as Jango liked reminding him, there were some things you didn't need the Force to figure out.
Such as: when your former apprentice stumbles through the doorway right past you without a word, face pale with shock and eyes unseeing, something was definitely up.
Obi-Wan knew Anakin too well to waste time asking him what was going on directly; if he didn't want to tell you something, you couldn't get it out of him with a crowbar. This required a bit more of an indirect approach. So as the other Jedi's footsteps echoed off obliviously down the hall, he slipped into the empty breakroom to find some clues.
Ah, well, nothing in here but a datapad lying on the couch, practically glowing from Anakin's touch through the Force. A bewildering storm of emotions boiled off it in like multicolored steam--everything from the warm, steady gold of joy to a terror so high-energy it was almost ultraviolet. What in the name of...
The obvious next step would be to look through Anakin's datapad to see what had gotten him so agitated, but a moment of unease made Obi-Wan pause. How would he like it if their positions were reversed, and Anakin had found out about him and Siri's back-and-forth messages? Well, he wouldn't, of course. Not at all. But then again, he remembered that friendship often meant doing what was best for each other no matter what, and anyway the military-issue datapad wasn't technically Anakin's to begin with, so technically there was nothing wrong with simply turning it on...
Hm. A quick scroll through the datapad's history showed the last tab he'd opened was a vidmessage from a Coruscant HoloNet address... ahappyshadeofblue@messagebox.holo? Why did that address sound so-- ah, of course. Jabitha must have left him a message. A warm, knowing smile ticked up at the corner of Obi-Wan's mouth. Anakin's emotions were always a mess after one of her messages. Always happy, but a mess. It had been a long time since either of them had seen her, hadn't it? They really should all go to Dex's for lunch next time they're all back on Coruscant.
He pressed the replay button on the screen and sat back as Jabitha's face filled the screen. She was wearing a loose-fitting black shirt, and her hair was shorter than he'd remembered it being-- the result of the delicate surgeries to remove the shrapnel from her skull, no doubt. It was good to know she'd recovered well from the bombing at the Damask Foundation-- in fact, you'd hardly know from looking at her that anything had happened at all. But by far the most remarkable change was her face. The young near-human looked happier than he'd seen her in years. Even in this two-dimensional form, the eagerness and warmth in her brown eyes seemed to leap right out of the screen.
"Hi Ani," the message began. "I hope everything's going alright wherever you are. I know you can't tell me a lot, but whatever you're doing... just stay safe out there, okay? But things here are... well, they're fine." She seemed uneasy all of a sudden. "I really miss you, Ani. Sorry this message is a little late, but there's been a lot going on here lately that... Sekot, my mind's going a thousand miles an hour here. Okay, well I should probably have told you about this a while ago, but... I dunno, I guess I'm still trying to get my mind around it myself. But you have a right to know. This last month I've been feeling odd. Sick. Headaches, nausea, vomiting, that sort of thing. Almost every morning for weeks. I was concerned. You know me, I never get sick. I talked to Uncle Hego, and he thought it may have been some residual brain damage from the explosion, so we went down to see the medical droids and..."
Suddenly, Jabitha's expression changed. An eager smile crept across her face, and her eyes became little brown candles of joy. "Well... I'm pregnant. With twins."
Obi-Wan blinked. Little Jabitha was going to be a mother? Really? Blast, we really have been gone a long time. Ah, well, congratulations were in order regardless. Jabitha had always struck Obi-Wan as a quietly lonely girl underneath the bravado; he was happy to see that she'd branched out and found love with someone else. Hopefully Anakin wouldn't take the news too badly. Obi-Wan knew he'd had feelings for her for some time, even without either of them saying a word about it. But now that Jabitha was pregnant hopefully she could get up the courage to let him down gently, so as not to hurt their friendshi--
"We're going to be parents, Ani. Isn't it amazing?"
Oh, no.
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HA! If anyone can be a rock of stability it is good old Obiwan. Hmm, I can see Hugo being an absolutely doting uncle, spoiling his apprentices twins rotten. After all, young lings are like small animals in that regard and he needs to have them take to him before he begins to tea- help Jabitha teach them.
Don't tell me Hugo also is licensed in child care.
Man, immortals have way to much time to master hobbies.
Don't tell me Hugo also is licensed in child care.
Man, immortals have way to much time to master hobbies.
A much more peaceful revelation than in canon that most likely wont end like mustafar at least in the short term, like he said Anakin is like a brother to him and he is no stranger to romantic feels hes hardly going to shun him hes going to do far worse, be very disappointed in him.
"First of congratulations Anakin, i am sure you will be a wonderful father, second i cant believe you've done this."
"First of congratulations Anakin, i am sure you will be a wonderful father, second i cant believe you've done this."
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To be fair, a lot of Clone Wars material hints that Obi-Wan most likely knew about Anakin and Padme all along, and just didn't say anything because he wanted them to be happy. At least, that's my headcanon anyway
NuclearBird
More issues than Reader's Digest
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I wouldn't put it past him. the
Richardson
CAN YOU HEAR THE PEOPLE SING?
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"One, Congratulations."
"Oh, uh... thank you Obi Wan?"
"Two: WHAT THE FUCK, ANAKIN!?!"
"That's more like it. Uh, I can explain?"
*Takes out notepad.* "Yes, let's explain. Every. Little. Detail. We wouldn't want to leave something out, like a marriage and twins on the way, now would we? It'll be like raising two padawans. Can you imagine it, two of yourself? Come now, you're turning greener than Master Yoda."
"Please don't make a stiff joke."
"Nonsense, I wouldn't just spray such a terrible joke all over you. Let's start at the beginning, shall we?"
"Oh, uh... thank you Obi Wan?"
"Two: WHAT THE FUCK, ANAKIN!?!"
"That's more like it. Uh, I can explain?"
*Takes out notepad.* "Yes, let's explain. Every. Little. Detail. We wouldn't want to leave something out, like a marriage and twins on the way, now would we? It'll be like raising two padawans. Can you imagine it, two of yourself? Come now, you're turning greener than Master Yoda."
"Please don't make a stiff joke."
"Nonsense, I wouldn't just spray such a terrible joke all over you. Let's start at the beginning, shall we?"
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That shit and cry all the time and refuse to sleep...
Baron Steakpuncher
Hopeful Idealist
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...Still a better love story than twilight.
50 Shades of Sith
Max Uristwell
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Jabitha/Embrace of Pain is technically a better love story than Twilight, since it results in her growing as a person and moving past one of her greatest fears.
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That's why I like having you around, Max. You always come up with the strangest-- and yet most strangely apt-- comparisons.
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But enough about Anakin's poor diet, those kids are gonna be a real handful!
Night_stalker
Slava Ukraini!
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NVM that, how is he gonna sell it to the Council?
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What makes you assume the Council will find out? For that matter, what makes you assume Obi-Wan will even let anyone know he knows?
Night_stalker
Slava Ukraini!
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Well, the Council probably has Anakin under surveillance after his whole "RAMPAGE" through Bothan space.
And you don't think Granpa Hego wouldn't invite his dear friend, Chancellor Dooku to officiate the ceremony?
With the difference in situations, I believe it would be as simple as crossing out the "Jedi" out from his business cards and enjoying the paycheck of a general.
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In the toilet, considering all the big financial players were essentially all destroyed on the same day.
Max Uristwell
Custodian of the Toobs
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Damn it, YOC! I came here for escapism!
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Im sure there are a lot of ambitious young entrepreneurs rushing to fill the void. My god the level of opportunity that represents. Its like a financial sector gold rush, the death rate for executive bankers galaxy wide must have tripled after that event.
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Okay I am a happy camper. I can only guess how the next update will Go!