AdmiralB, a tall, thin man in his late thirties wearing a black trenchcoat and some beat-up clothes, walks into the bar. He orders Rum and Coke, and sist down at the bar. Looking over at the other patrons, AdmiralB decides he would be safer in his ship. He reaches in his pocket and pulls out a small control pad. After pressing a few buttons on it, a loud rumble is heard through the walls of the bar. Seconds later, several proton shots breach the roof and a Rebel Destroyer quickly drops down through the roof of the bar before it can regenerate. The boarding rampp lowers and AdmiralB goes and sits on it then engages the shields.
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