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| - After a short firefight with her, the target was brought to him by two stormtroopers, flanking her on either side as she approached him. She was dressed in a long, white gown with her hair knotted into buns on the sides of her head. The target had a look of discust on her face as she looked at him. If it was because he was Imperial, his armor, or both, he couldn't decifer. "Do not give me that look, it was your rebellion that forced me to wear this." She did not respond. "State your name and business for stealing Imperial documents." There was a split-second moment of silence before she responed.
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| - After a short firefight with her, the target was brought to him by two stormtroopers, flanking her on either side as she approached him. She was dressed in a long, white gown with her hair knotted into buns on the sides of her head. The target had a look of discust on her face as she looked at him. If it was because he was Imperial, his armor, or both, he couldn't decifer. "Do not give me that look, it was your rebellion that forced me to wear this." She did not respond. "State your name and business for stealing Imperial documents." There was a split-second moment of silence before she responed. "Princess Leia Organa of Alderran and I did not steal any documents." "We know you have them." Turning away from the prisoner he order the rest of the squad, "Search the rest of the ship, the plans might still be on board, I want every inch of this ship checked. You two, take the prisoner to the Devastator." Turning his back to the Princess, followed the squad now in front of him to join the search for the plans. After searching the entire ship and encountering small pockets of rebels along the way, the apprentice had no luck in finding the plans. Unwilling to report failure to his master, he went back aboard the Devastator to gather intellegence. The dark apprentice walked slowly to the shaft where the Devastator had connected to the Tantive IV. Once back within the steel bulkheads of the Star Destroyer, he thought of what might have happened to the plans. His orignal theory was that the prisoner might actually still have the plans on her. But after an awkward strip search his theory was proved false. Then he went back aboard the observation deck to view all outside security feed since the time of the attack. Perhaps the plans had escaped to the desert planet of Tatooine. Lord Starkiller thought to himself. After seven standard minutes of video, he noticed that one escape pod had made it past the ship's turbolasers and landed on Tatoonie. He immediatly took off to the communication station, running into the turboshaft and moving two floors up until he reached the station. "Chief Communications Officer, report," the apprentice yelled as soon as he ran in. Taking his eyes away from the monitor below him he lightly jogged toward the dark apprentice, sensing the urgency in his voice. "Yes, my Lord?" the officer asked while still in stride. "Order all Imperial units on the planet of Tatooine to search for a crashed escape pod on the surface, same with all Marine units aboard the ship, top priority." "It shall be done." Dismissing the officer, he turned around and ran back into the turboshaft, moving twenty floors downward, and into the hanger where the new and experimental TIE Advanced was supposed to be docked. Unlike the hanger where he was at a few standard hours ago, this one was completly void of any motion except for the labor droid near the far right of the hanger. Quiet, the apprentice remarked to himself in his thoughts. The apprentice walked toward the TIE and ducked to go underside the ship and tap a few numbers on a keypad. The hatch under the fighter then opened for him to climb upward into the dark cockpit which had instantly been flooded with light from the sensors, buttons, gauges, and the radar. Lord Starkiller had only flown the ship a few times before and was still trying to get the feel for it. Settling himself into the pilot seat he tapped another button and the hatch closed itself. With the press of a different button the engines roared to life as the vessel was lifted off the hanger floor.
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