((For Assallya))

Tor'al did not reply, instead remaining silent as he led the Twi'lek dancer towards Palto's throne room. At the door stood two Weequays, standing guard, armed with vibro-pikes and blaster pistols. One of them stepped to the side and pulled the old-fashioned, ornate door aside to allow Tor'al and Aala into the room. Palto the Hutt's throne room was, as in the manner of Hutts, ornate and extravagant. Dancers, courtiers, and armed men filled the throne room, and at the center of it all, on a golden gias, sat Palto the Hutt in all of his slimy glory. His booming laugh echoed through the throne room as one of the courtiers told a joke, and Tor'al continued to lead Aala toward the dias. Palto's eyes caught sight of Aala and focused in on her, and he raised a stubby, fat arm at her and waved her forward. "Come, pretty one," he boomed in Huttese. "Tell me about yourself. Tell me a story of your life."

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((For Sep))

"Sir," said the XO, "I would still recommend Colisore. You were right that we perhaps do not have the strength at the moment to fully take control of the planet, but the planet did have a small navy, and we could appropriate some of those ships for ourselves. The navy is split, just as the people on the ground are split, so they will be easier to isolate and pick off." The XO handed the Admiral a datapad and said, "Look at this, sir. The Colisore Navy consists of ten Diamond-class cruisers, five Tartan-class patrol cruisers, and one Dauntless-class heavy cruiser. The loyalists on the planet still hold the Dauntless and a few of the other ships, but the majority of the smaller ships are controlled by the revolutionary government."

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((For Galgarion))

The convoy commander approached Furcht and said, "My boys are all ready to go. We can move whenever you're ready. We have five trucks full of supplies, so just tell us where you're going to be and we can be ready to leave."