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Your master is Santiago Talivera, a stalwart servant of the Ordo Xenos. Upon his ship, the Wrath of the

Righteous, you travel from world to world in the Calixis Sector, hunting down the alien, and those who

would consort with their unclean kind.

He is a fair man, but harsh and uncompromising. Talk amongst the older members of his band is of a

family, dead at the hands of Eldar pirates. His hatred burns fiercest towards the pointy-eared bastards

and all would befriend them. Talivera expects all loyal servants of the Emperor to adhere closely to thelaw- And as an Inquisitor, his desires are as good as the word of Law. All those who stand in the way of

the Inquisition are enemies who deserve naught but destruction and punishment.

Your current mission takes you above the skies of Scintilla, capital world of the Calixis sector.

Troubling reports from the Adeptus Arbites on this world speak of some sort of Xenos-tech making big

waves in the black markets of the under-hives. As you all know, alien technology is a hideousabomination in the eyes of Mankind, unblessed and unconscecrated by the Adeptus Mechanicus. From

simple-looking tools to horrendous alien weapons, NO piece of Xenos-technology should be allowed to

pollute the worlds of the Imperium.

As a crack team of inquisitorial agents, you have been given your assignment: Known traffickers of

Xenos technology have been known to meet and trade in a drinking/gambling establishment known as

The Harlequin's Kiss. Inquisitor Talivera wants the bar shut down and all suspects apprehended andinterrogated immediately.

You will land your shuttle at the Tricorn, the Inquisitorial Fortress. Talivera has put one of his assaultcraft at your disposal, but the rest of the operation he leaves up to you.

The bar is one of a trillion exactly like it, a shithole, home to loud music and louder patrons, piss poor

liquor and dark corners. The bartender glowers at the obvious outworlders as they come in, andnumerous people inside the bar give you an evil glance as you walk in.

Bartender- Dax

Loud Drunk- Ortho

furtive woman in the corner- Dacia

Four PDF troopers (all stats are 30, 8 wounds, autoguns)

Six Bar Patrons (All stats are 25, 8 wounds, blades and auto-pistols)

A search of the bar and its' patrons will yield the four autoguns, 8 autopistols, some dozen differentblades, 8d100, liquor, a few dozen semi-heretical tracts and novels, and...

Two different devices. If someone searches and rolls a 10 or less, the find a small puzzle box,aproximately 25cmx25cmx50cm. It is covered in strange runes and patterns that don't look imperial to

you.If anyone took forbidden lore:xenos you can tell it's of eldar manufacture. You are unable to

open it, and it is resistant to small arms fire.

The second is a disk-like device of unknown purpose and origin. It has a reflective surface in the center,

almost like a view-screen, but without any recognizable buttons or interfaces.


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If the players manage to take Dax, Ortho or Dacia alive, they will Probably manage to extract theinformation leading them to the beast pits in Hive Zone RF-697.

SESSION 2

Further discussion of Scintilla, capital world of the entire Calixis Sector.

Two main hives, Hive Sibellus (The capital city, contains the Tricorn and the seat of government,including the Astra Telephathicus temples and the main Cathedrals.) The other hive is Tarsus, half as

large as Sibellus, but with the planetary starport in geosynchronous orbit above, it is the center of trade

on the planet, and is also home to the planet's military forces. Two smaller hives, Gunmetal City andAmbulon, a massive walking city. Etc.

Last time, on Dark Heresy...

The party, a crack team of Inquisitorial operatives, has been deployed to the sector capital ofScintilla by their master to track down the source of a number of Xenos artifacts that have been

polluting this world of the Imperium.

The only starting lead was The Harlequin's Kiss, a seedy, down-hive bar where known

traffickers of Xenos-tech had been spotted. You put the bar out of operation and captured two suspects

for interrogation, Dax the bartender, and Mathias, a man indicated by Orthos as a trafficker of aliengoods. (Orthos was the loud drunk cooperating with your investigation, until he was gunned down by

PDF troopers apparently on the order of Mathias.)

After snapping picts of the deceased suspects and setting fire to the establishment, you madegood your escape by Valkyrie and returned to the Tricorn, headquarters of all Inquisitorial activity in

the sector. As your craft touches down on the landing pad, a quartet of Inquisitorial stormtroopers in

maroon and black livery snap to attention by the hangar door, and a minor functionary steps forwardwith a data-slate.

Lord Ulrich sends his greetings, welcomes you to Scintilla, and would have you know that theSouth Wing of level 108 has been put at your disposal. Private sleeping quarters, a training chamber,

interrogation rooms and an arms-locker. Secure Vox codes to the Adeptus Arbites section houses and to

local enforcers are on this data-slate, as well as to our own emergency response teams. If you have any


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other needs or specific requests, please let us know.

There are a number of armories and dining halls throughout the Tricorn, though food can be

sent up to you if you require solitude. There are services in the Chapel morning and night. All holdingcells are in the lower levels. If you require nothing else, then the Emperor's blessings be upon.

Lord Ulrich, while not the highest ranking inquisitor on the planet, is currently the Master ofthe Tricorn, a rotating-title and position to ensure that an inquisitorial agent of sufficient rank

is always in charge of the tricorn, overseeing operations and standing by in case of need.

Operating as you are away from your Inquisitor and using discretion, based off-world and not

technically an operating officer of the Ordos Scintillii, your access to the armories and forges is

unlimited, but you will be required to pay for your purchases, unless your Inquisitor will signfor them later.

Support is available for any operations you must undertake, but there are conditions. As you

lack Inquisitor or Interrogator rank, your requests must be approved by Lord Ulrich. You can,of course, petition the Adeptus Arbites, the planetary enforcers, or the PDF for aid. We

currently have the equivalent of some 12 companies of Storm Troopers, not counting thepersonal retinues of Inquisitors.

Your rooms are a grim but functional suite, exactly as described. You are just down the hall from the

main librarium. Barracks, interrogation rooms, training courses, weapons ranges, mess halls,

conference rooms, magazines and armories and cell blocks are scattered throughout the building, andanything you could possibly require is near at hand.

Chapel Personnel- Father Ingatius

Head Tech Priest- Tech-Praetor Saul

Rather than role-playing out a lengthy interrogation, I'll summarize it. Dax, the bartender, knows onlythat he is paid phenomenally well for his turning a blind eye. He launders money for several gangs,

most prominently the Blue Bastards and the Sons of Vaul. He has no further knowledge of the deeper

goings-on in his establishment. Nothing beyond the normal drug trafficking, illegal gambling,prostitution, money laundering, drink-watering and playing bad music that goes hand-in-hand with this

sort of shoddy, disreputable bar.

Mathias proves much harder to crack, and his interrogation includes a lot more thumbscrews and truth-serums and things like that. After taking your leather aprons to the bins to be laundered (thoroughly),

you review his testimony. (Also, have a character with Interrogate roll. We'll see whether Mathias and

Dax survive the interrogation.)

He is guilty of a number of heresies, first of all. His faith in the Emperor is almost non-existent, and his

adherence to Imperial law is just as slim. Theft, bribery, treason, the occasional murder, trafficking inany number of underworld goods and services.

The most pertinent of his crimes, however, center around the import of various Xenos artifacts throughhis association with big game hunters and fight promoters in the Arenas. Sewn into the fat and muscle-

tissues of imported fighting-beasts, or hidden beneath the most unpalatable of animal droppings and

viscera, the remit of these rogue traders and big game hunters allows them to travel far and wide, often


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outside of the bounds of Imperial law. Certain understandings have always existed with regards to the

wide-reaching Authority of Rogue Traders, however there are limits to all things. And any man or

woman trafficking in unconsecrated technology, no matter how harmless it might Seem, has gone

beyond the pale.

The center-point of this apparent vortex of vice and corruption is Templum Pugnare! With seating for

more than 100,000 spectators, two dozen different Arenas and stages, employing thousands, both on thestage and behind the scenes, the Templum Pugnare covers a dozen square kilometres and is home to

hundreds of beasts from all over the sector and even beyond!

And deep in the bowels of the beast pits, lower even than the meat-recovery chutes, is the Real scene.

The richest, the wildest, and the most uninhibited of spectators can, for a price, buy entry to theGreatest Show on Scintilla. Here the true art is performed. The blood sport above is real enough, but is

limited by imperial edicts and laws governing the import of beasts and possible-alien species. In the

lower-pits, there are truly no laws too sacred. Orks and mutants, criminals and monsters fight and die

for the amusement of the highest classes. Rogue traders, the idle rich, nobility and the like all findsatisfaction amidst the savage joys and disregard for imperial law that their wealth breeds.

Hive Zone RF-697 is the location of the Templum Pugnare, the most run-down section of the middle-

hives. Once a prosperous region, harsh economic times have led to most of the successful workers

moving elsewhere, and decay setting in. By day, the region is an empty wasteland, but by night itbecomes one of the most brightly lit, loudest, most populace areas of a hive city (and That's saying

something!)

Possible Entrances/Ways In

As spectators

As participants

Employment with a Rogue Trader, Big Game hunter, or one of the myriad companies

peripherally involved in the business. Concessions are brought in (Food, drinks, booze,memorabilia), beasts are imported (From on and off world), the carcasses of the dead (human

and animal) are either buried (human) or taken off-site and rendered down into meat for sale to

various and sundry businesses. (animals and the humans that aren't buried.)

Purchasing entrance into the Under-Pits, disguised as the idle rich etc.

Infiltrating the perimeter with a strike force and storming the offices or under-pits.

?

If the party decides to infiltrate, and they think to ask someone for help, there is an Officia Absconditothat specializes in creating false identities and the papers to back them up against all but the closest

scrutinies.

Access to the Officia Abscondito requires the authorization of a fully-fledged inquisitor or of the Lord

Inquisitor Ulrich, which will require an explanation of your mission.

A meeting with Lord Inquisitor Ulrich will be brief, as he is a very busy man and not one for wasting

time. He will ask your mission and then let the party do all the talking.


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Alternatively, there are a number of Astropaths within the Tricorn, though if, for whatever reason, this

isn't satisfactory, there are actual Telepathicus temples throughout the city.

You manage to reach Interrogator Chaplain Koblentz, one of Inquisitor Talivera's chief Lieutenants.

Inquisitor Talivera, along with the Wrath of the Righteous, have left orbit in a hurry in response to a call

from inquisitorial cells operating along the Lathe Worlds.

It's all up to you how to proceed. You have your leads, but no instruction from Inquisitor Santiago

Talivera as to how to proceed.

Mathias' Contacts

Rogue Trader first mate named Jonas

Corrupt sort of cardinal named Zedekkiah

PDF Colonel with expensive tastes and expansive debts. Colonel Rutlidge

Party Disguises

Torg- Security Officer

Van- Rogue Trader's Companion Princess

Robert- Rogue Trader

Sam- Personal Chaplain

Adam- Barbarian Bodyguard

Ria- Other

THIRD SESSION

The carnival atmosphere slaps you in the face as you cross the threshold. Throbbing music

vies for attention against the trilling of flutes and the banging of cymbals as a parade of fools

cavorts past you. You smelled this place 10 blocks away, the stench of humanity pressed too close

together, cooking meats, stale beer, promethium fuel and animal dung pervades the atmosphere.

No, pervades isn't the right word. Sweat, food, beer, fuel, animal shit... it IS the atmosphere. An

almost visible stench, both sweet and sour, delicious and repugnant, awakening within all of you

memories both fair and foul.

Jostled by the crowd, you forge your way through the press, passing one attraction after

another. Jugglers and fools, caged monstrosities and circus freaks. A garish clash of colors and

sounds assaults your senses. Vendors hawking their wares confront you at every turn, promising

everything from food and drink to weapons and commemorative items.

Despite the lure of these intrepid salespeople, you press on through the masses of

humanity until you come to the entrance to the Coliseum. The main gates are ahead of you, and

the poorly dressed throng floods in. To the right is a much smaller gate, guarded by some serious


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muscle in colourful livery. You see a richly dressed couple approach, and the woman leans in and

whispers something to one of the guards. Money changes hands, and after a quick vox-

communication, the guard opens the gate and ushers them through.

(The password, if they overhear it (awareness) is Swordfish, and 100tg per person entrance free)

(outright bribing your way in is 1,000 tg/person)

(Bluff/Intimidate your way through, still 100tg/person or something else)

You are lead through many long hallways, escorted by increasingly well dressed flunkies. Down

staircases and elevators, past checkpoints and bio-scans.

Myriad corridors stretch off to both sides, and thestrangest of smells and sounds emanate. Mortis-teamscarry the bodies of the dead, gladiators and beasts

alike, push carts of the dead down into the meat-rendering rooms. Staff members in bloody leatherfrocks collect the refuse, broken armor and weaponsand take it for refurbishment. Even the occasionalhandler-team, dragging some fearsome beast by it'stethers, is visible down one steam-filled corridor oranother.

Even as you see these things, down one side-corridoryou see four people huddled around a data-slatehaving a heated argument. Roll an awarness test basedon hearing.

Success- You overhear the words 'Xenos, smuggler,damned-liars, and unreliable'Two degrees- as above, but you also hear that thereare unidentified power sources active on thepremises, and that they keep getting sensor glitcheson the overhead radar.Three degrees- There has been a major securitybreach. I don't know if it was that pointy-earedbastard double-crossing us or if some damned arbitesoperatives have been poking their noses in but there's


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Something going on here, and we need to secure boththe artifact and the Specimens.'

The party can search the catacombs if they want, sneakingaway from the group one-by-one or in groups, they just haveto make an agility test to do so unobserved.

If you evade the guards, you'll find, eventually, a Cryo-bay.

Inside the chamber, there is only a single largeconstructof (forbidden lore test) (passed? ELDARMANUFACTURE) shaped somewhat like an immensecoffin.It's 4 meters tall, 3 meters wide and threemeters deep. Inside it is a towering monstrosity,carved out of pure nightmare. Frozen solid, ichor dripsfrom it's open mouth, a horror of fangs and tentaclesunlike anything you've ever seen before. Unbelievablylong claw-arms grow out of its' back, like some insanepreying mantis, while the other limbs end in horrificparodies of human hands, tipped with claws made ofthe same chitinous exoskeleton as the rest of it. Roll a

willpower test, those who fail gain 1d5 insanity points.

At this point, the group is surrounded by a dozenarmed guards, beast handlers and other minions. Awoman dressed in what looks like a ring-master'scostume demands that they hand over their weaponsand come along quietly.

You are asked to hand over your weapons. Whether they just got surrounded by guards in the cryo-

bay, or if they went along quietly like any other spectators.

(If the players lie badly or bluff poorly or fuck things up somehow, some or all of them may be seized

by the security forces. Interrogation of them may force the PCs into revealing their true identities.

Torture will probably be a couple of alternating Willpower and Toughness tests. After each'interrogation session,' (i.e. test), have the player roll a willpower test, -10 for each 'session' they've

undergone to convince their captors of their veracity.)


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If any of them crack, they'll give up the names of each other player character (50/50 chance)

They will then be thrown into the arena as a group, first against two ork boys, and if they survive that,

then against some big scary beasty.

The armory available to them are 1) Chainsword, 2) Axes, 1) Mono-edged Sword, 1) Hammer, 2)

Spears, some sort of throwing weapon and a net.

I KNOW it's rail-roading, but right before the party Really starts dying in earnest, then...

The Ork's Head/Giant Critter's Head explodes in a welter of gore, and your ears ring to the

sharp crack of a bolt-shell's discharge. The crowd panics, screaming and surging as maroon

armored troops burst through the entrances. Gas-spewing grenades fly and the screams turn into

gasps for air and choking sounds. Take a toughness test. If you fail, you drop to your knees, chokingfor air.The troops move in, hellguns spitting fire at the few remaining on their feet, clubbingdown and securing the crowd. Take a toughness test at -20. You STILL haven't passed out? Fine.

The armor of the troops is trimmed in black, you notice, with gold stylized Is, symbols of the

inquisition. They move with obvious competence and ruthlessness, rapidly securing the entire

arena. Stretchers are brought in for the wounded, and the non-wounded are dragged away in

chains. Take another toughness test, you smug bastard(s). -30. There, you're passed out. Geez.

http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-058 CREEPY FUCKING DIALOGUE

SESSION NUMBER THE NEW ONE

At one point or another, Adam, Ria, Van, Sam and Robert's characters all grogily blink their eyes openas they awake to find themselves inside of a very familiar infirmary on board the Wrath of theRighteous, flagship of their inquisitor Santiago Talivera, of the Ordo Xenos.

Your wounds have fully healed, and the helpful Sister Hospitaler attending the room says that the slightamnesia many of you are experiencing will pass with time, simply a side effect of the knock-out gas

you were exposed to.

Once you are feeling well enough to walk, you may return to your quarters or do as you please until a

briefing with the Inquisitor is scheduled in 3 hours. Until then, your time is your own.

Ship Ammenities:

Mess hall (decent slop)

OFFICERS mess hall (fancy slop)
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Arms Lockers (Contents: pump shotguns x10, auto-pistols x10, 3 clips per, 5 frag 5 smoke grenades)

Armorer/Artificer (Weapon modifications, weapon requisitions) Artificer Dumont

Merchants Deck (Shops!) (and pub!)

Mechanicus Shrine (Rune Priest Archoss)Adeptus Ministorum Shrine (Father Parker)

Bridge (Captain Quintus, First Officer Gaius)

Training Rooms (Melee, Urban, Jungle, Shooting Range, Gymnasium) (Master Sergeant Ramirez)Briefing Rooms (Interrogator Justinian)

Tailor (Monsieur Gaspode)

Sickbay

Messages Waiting For You:

Robert- From the High Priest of the Magos Biologis Calixis- Reports from recent inquisitorial activityreveal the capture of a Xenos species designated Tyranid that has much plagued the Ultima

Segmentum. The Adeptus Mechanicus offices in the Calixis sector require more information on this

threat, and desire a tissue-sample, as well as detailed pics and bio-scans, be taken from the organism

currently in Inq. Talivera's custody, before it can be destroyed or handed over to higher authorities. Toaid you in your task, a skitarii operative has been put at your disposal, who will obey your orders to the

letter.

The tissue samples and bio-scans cannot be entrusted to the ship's Rune Priest, as it is too high a

priority to entrust even to him. These samples must be delivered to a Mechanicus Temple on any

established world, for safe transport to the Genetors. It would be preferable not to lose your positionwithin the Inquisitor's retinue, seeing as what a wonderful conduit of information it is, but the

acquisition of this data is top priority.

Evan- Skitarii MCXVIII, you are being seconded to the command of Tech Priest (Robert) for theduration of his mission. In all tasks will you obey his will. His command alone are you bound to. (You

also get the above briefing, more or less).

Ria- Personal notes from friends and contacts scattered across the sector. Your old Arbites partner is

retiring on Scintilla and invites you to his party, that will happen conveniently pretty much whenever

you're back on Scintilla, etc. Paid informants across several hives on Scintilla also have tidbits andreports for you whenever you're next in the neighborhood (and they expect to be paid, since each one

insists that his or her data is really REALLY juicy)

Sam- Father Parker left you a message, saying welcome back, glad you're in one piece, the emperor

protects (the virtuous, so not sure how you got through this time, HOHO, jokes, brother, jokes). Also,

he intends to drink you under the table tonight while you regale him with stories of your adventures

off-ship (He just got in a few barrels of sacramental wine, and it wouldn't do to serve it to the Inquisitorwithout thoroughly testing it first). The Emperor's blessings upon you, etc. etc, you know the rest.

Van- An unmarked message, with no origin or author listed, simply says Your beauty outshines thesun, and does not set with each passing day

Adam- From a very puzzled Imperial priest on your homeworld. Arbitrator (Adam), I am FatherTraxor, from (your homeworld). I received a message from your parents, who have asked me to pass on

this recording. Following this is a message from your parents, who spend several minutes examining

the camera, discussing it suspiciously before Father Traxor assures them that no, it is not daemon


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posessed or heretical, simply a great gift from the God Father Emperor. Thus reassured, they begin to

tell you the latest Saga of Clan (Adam's family name). It's... rather unexciting, compared to your latest

adventures. They continue to feud with Clan Dathan across the glen over tribal grazing lands, there is

another suitor for your third sister's hand, and could you possibly come and fight the suitor in hand-to-hand combat to see if he is worthy? If not your father can do it, but he Is getting on in years, and ever

since your two younger brothers were called into the service of the God-Father Emperor, well... (etc.

etc.) LEAVE GRANTED FOR FAMILY ISSUES

NPCs

Rune Priest Archoss (Ad Mech) is extremely favorable to AdMech characters, and to nobody else.

Father Parker is suspicious of Ad Mech, welcoming to everyone else, and Boisterously glad to see

Sam's character.

Master Sergeant Ramirez is a hard-bitten Catachan jungle figher veteran who treats everyone but the

inquisitor with thinly-veiled contempt unless they can best her in hand-to-hand combat (in the training

halls) or arm wrestling (in the mess)

The Merchant Deck is crawling with salespeople all working for the same (somewhat impoverished

rogue trader), who is friendly enough, but rather desperate for business.

FOR ROBERT AND EVAN-THE CARGO HOLD

Two inquisitorial stormtroopers guard the entrance, and there are two weapons-servitors in the hold thatwill shoot on sight unless authorized entrance is gained.

Security or Tech Use checks reveal other safety measures that can be deactivated by normal tech use

tests, or security.

Inside the hold is a bunch of junk and boxes and whatnot, but at the very back stands the stasis-field-

held Lictor.

Inquisitorial Debrief

Have each player in turn go over their actions in the infiltration of the Beast Pits.

The inquisitor will reveal that, while the pursuit of Eldar artifacts is of great import, but the recovery of

a TYRANID LICTOR is of Critical importance. The highest priority goes to discovering how such an

insanely dangerous creature got on to the capitol world of the entire sector.

All those captured on the premises (some 200 odd suspects) have already been put through the 1st

through 9th levels of interrogation, but sadly none of them knew as much as we'd hoped. All those

tentatively identified as ring-leaders had compounds in their blood that reacted with the knockout gas,rendering death almost instantaneous.

The only remaining lead is the rogue traders that had scheduled shuttle-drops to the Beast Pits withinthe past week.

The list of ships is attached as a file on your data-slates, and we shall be leaving orbit within 6 hours to


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pursue them.

If there are no further questions or whatever, the story continues.

For the next few weeks, the Wrath of the Righteous runs down the rogue trader vessels, scattered across

the sector. They are all guilty of something, but none are connected to the Lictor.

Finally, you come across the last, unaccounted for vessel. You hear the Battle Station alarms sound, and

report to a briefing room. Interrogator Justinian updates you on the situation. Detailed scans show thatit does not in any way match the registry markings forLogan's Lucre, but instead is a space hulk,

designatedFolley of the Damned. The Captain was furious that a space hulk could have made it into

orbit, undetected by SDF forces and orbital control. Apparently, someone in the Orbital Assessorsoffice must have falsified documentation, since no red flags showed up on it's registry. It really

shouldn't even be possible, Justinian insists. Surely an SDF corvette would have flown by for a visual

inspection. And any space-to-surface shuttle should have been scanned. The only possible explanation

is of either a vast and overwhelming conspiracy, or of incompetence so severe that the mind boggles.

More than two weeks travel from any inhabited system, and the closest naval squadron at least eight

days away, there is really nothing to be done except send over a boarding party to investigate.

There is a lot of interference, all hails have so far gone unanswered. Any personnel encountered on the

hulk are to be assumed hostile unless proven otherwise.

Inquisitor Talivera has at his disposal the equivalent of nearly two companies of Inquisitorial

Stormtroopers and cell members. Primary, secondary and tertiary landing bays have been identified by

auspex, and servitor-manned-shuttles have been dispatched to open the blast doors. The ship itself isnearly the size of an imperial battleship, which is rather small for a space hulk. It would simply be a

derelict craft, except that it appears to be an amalgam of 3 or 4 different craft and a small asteroid.

Your on cell, along with a dozen stormtroopers, has been assigned to make entry via a smaller service

hatch close to the bridge of one of these vessels. (Believed to be thePurifying Flame Last seen in

service of the Warfleet Ultima, lost in battle at Ichar IV.)

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