Chap. 46 - Felucia's Blood

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Inside the Arquitens cockpit:

Officer 1: - Commander Cress. Our troops have taken over the supposed gossan refuge, but they report that the resistance was much less than expected. -

Cress: - Hmm. That's weird. What do the prisoners say about it? -

Officer 1: - They don't know anything about it, sir. -

Cress: - I thought that the gossan did not have very good relations with the rest of the inhabitants of Felucia. Do you know if there was a last minute change? -

Officer 1: - No, sir. -

Cress: - Interrogate them one more time. Be more "persuasive" if necessary. -

Officer 1: - As ordered, sir. -

Cress: - Are the troops in position? -

Officer 2: - Yes, sir. The scouts confirmed their suspicions. There is a caravan moving towards the central area of ​​Felucia. -

Cress: - Very good. liquidate them. -

Officer 2: - Yes, sir. -

Meanwhile in the forests of Felucia.

Mirana: - Uffff. It has been a very eventful night. -

Boil: - You don't even say it. I thought we wouldn't get rid of those stormtroopers. -

Wag Too: - Luckily Icarus was not wrong in his predictions. -

The three of them were at the head of the caravan that was moving towards the Village. At least a thousand gossan refugees were traveling in two small transports that did their best to remain unnoticed through the dense vegetation of Felucia. Barely a hundred of the refugees were armed, the rest were women, infants and the elderly, unfit for combat. Most of their warriors died trying to protect their families, making it possible to uselessly hold back the Imperial advance.

The spirits were on the ground, and the only thing that could be heard was the heavy tires of the transports rolling over the fertile soil of the jungle, while everyone went in silence, sore for the losses suffered

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The spirits were on the ground, and the only thing that could be heard was the heavy tires of the transports rolling over the fertile soil of the jungle, while everyone went in silence, sore for the losses suffered. The sun was barely peeking into the panorama when:

Two walkers emerged from the brush and opened fire on the transport bringing up the rear. The heavy vehicle was blown into the air, accompanied by a violent explosion that killed more than half of the Gossan refugees at once.

Mirana: - Ambush! -

Boil: - Accelerate! speed up! - He yelled at the gossam who was piloting the transport.

The frightened pilot put his foot down on the accelerator, causing the transport to skid dangerously on the muddy ground, but luckily, the vehicle managed to regain traction before pulling away from the walkers while doing its best to avoid the walkers' gunfire.

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