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The Republic LAAT touches down gently on the side of the Zakuulan shipyard. As the Temple Guards walk out, dust and dirt are blown onto their immaculate white robes. The Temple Guards take their usual gear, consisting of a Jedi imagecaster and a temple transceiver. They also grab a standard clone trooper harness and rope. In the distance, they can see the outline of Valkorian's throneroom. The translucent glass on the sides of the building are massive; imposing. The Zakuulan citizens usually live in luxury but down here everything is dirty; demoralizing. Metal pieces are scattered everywhere. The Guards notice a couple of Zakuulan Knights but today is busy and the citizens look scared, frightened even. The Guards look up at the holonet display.
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"Citizens of Zakuul. Valkorian is dead! The Outlander has slaughtered him in our throne room. My father wanted the best for us. He took care of you and his children. He tried to bring peace to the galaxy and this is how the Republic and Empire repay us! I say with a heavy heart that I will now be taking over as the current Emperor with Vaylin at my side. Be on the lookout for a hooded figure with Republic markings on his torso. My guards will do their best to track him down. For now, stay calm and be faithful with me leading our nation. For Zakuul and for Valkorian!" The transmission goes silent. Metalworkers weep silently in the streets.
"You boys better hurry. Protect the Outlander and bring him back to the shipyards at all costs. If you can, kill Arcann. We need him to bring the fight to Zakuul. The Republic is counting on you. We'll be waiting here when you get back," the Clone pilots say. The Guards only nod in agreement.
The Temple Guards move swiftly through the shipyard. Using force speed, they arrive at the balcony of the city. Pristine and pure, the Guards gaze in awe at the perfection of Zakuul. They look down at the massive star generator powering the city. Republic technology is nothing like this.
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