Ryloth's Imperial Garrison

[Beth Andromina]

The thirty first Infantry division slowly spread out through the underground caverns that made up the capital city of Ryloth. These were the cream of the old Imperial Military, their uniforms crisp and their armour shined to a grey brilliance. Most did not wear helmets and kept them on loops attached to their belts. The directive to make the face of the Imperial Military and also the Rebel Alliance a humane one was a brilliant change compared to the army only a decade before. Smiles were returned with smiles, and the old imperial military officers conducted their house clearing with grim and effective precision. 

 

Evidence was collected, slaves freed, and their prior owners and smugglers ushered to the hanger bay, where they were assessed, evidence shown to the three generals in charge of the takeover, and then when found guilty, packed into the back of four gallant class shuttles. Slavery was a horrible crime, and an unforgivable one in the jurisdiction of the Imperial Remnant. A capital crime which carried a sentence of death. 

 

And when the four transports were in orbit over the tidally locked planet, the cargo bay doors were opened and some two hundred criminals experienced something that would stick with them for the rest of their life. 

 

Explosive decompression

[Tilt07]

With the mission accomplished and everything back on Ryloth was the way it had been after the Grand Republic arrived some odd years ago... Beyond some odd years, Tilt could finally see people celebrating and smiles returning. While he seemed glad of the situation the Captain was not smiling at all. Instead his helmeted head was scanning the area before he turned to leave. Riggs followed Tilt as did Thumper, the two clearly got the point of his silence. 

 

While at the star port Tilt had been looking over the Sith Freighter that Pryf had stole... Well, if he were still around. Now it were only the three clones and a corpse carefully wrapped ceremoniously in a long crate. Thumper and Riggs had gathered supplies and a location to head back to- the Rebel/Imperial Headquarters, Nar Shaddaa. That name left a sour taste in Tilts' mouth, a homeworld of crime and it was clear that the Alliance was fishing at the bottom of a barrel. But it sounded like it would have to do. 

 

Tilt  made sure to have Pryfs lightsaber and whatever other personal arms in the coffin with his body, and for the longest he stared at the cloth wrapped body, a plethora of thoughts running through his head. If the Clones had been commended for their efforts Tilt didn't hear it. And still no one approached them at all, not even at their own ship. And all Tilt could think about was the severe blunder at the guarded gate he pulled, the visions of being back in the Grand Army of the Republic, people turning into droids all of a sudden and the pains he would get after they were done. That was something to handle up on when they get to... By god, Nar Shaddaa really?

 

After a few more minutes the Sith Freighter lifted from the star port and leaving Ryloth only after they had the Sith emblems removed from the exterior of the vessel, as well as retrofitting the freighter to be read as neutral. Once the Clones had gotten to a good enough distance they shot off at hyperspeed toward their next destination.