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Patch 1.2: Return to Corellia

We already know from interviews with BioWare Employees that we are getting a new flashpoint in 1.2, but what we have uncovered are missions relating to the flashpoint... along with new dailies on Corellia and an all-new Operation called Explosive Conflict!

Dailies: The Fall of Corellia (Imperial) and Corellia Rising (Republic) The dailies added in 1.2 will have us returning to one of the final planets in your class story - Corellia. After reading through some of the conversations associated with the NPCs listed here, as the Republic you will be trying to keep the Empire from getting ahold of "the Black Hole" (no idea if this is a real black hole or not) and the Empire trying to capture it.

NPCs

Commander Mericci General Konya Private Taia Sergeant Karloss Councillor Torvix Ensign Navrata Agent Carhart CorSec Officer HoloNet Reporter Republic Soldier Sal Dakron Supreme Chancellor Saresh Quotes (Imperial)

General Konya: I'm Imperial now, and the Sith don't teach regret. General Konya: His guards are killers--the worst pirates in Republic space, armored in radiation suits or from some species immune to everything. The rest? Just his army. Sergeant Karloss: The Republic may've driven us off Corellia, but they'll never recover from what we did there. Click here for more quotes!

General Konya: General. You ordered the Empire's withdrawal from Corellia? General Konya: This is Horizon Outpost. Edge of the Black Hole. General Konya: That's right. You must be the Emperor's Wrath--and since I'm not dead yet, I suppose I owe you an explanation. General Konya: Dark Lord. Didn't expect you to come in person; I hope you'll hear me out before the execution. General Konya: That's right. And you're ex-Intelligence, ex-military... I can't even pull files on you, so I hope inviting you here wasn't my worst move yet. General Konya: If you're after my head, I've already put credits in your account; does that buy me time to talk? General Konya: General Adele Konya, formerly of the Corellian cabinet and commander of Horizon Outpost. We may be withdrawing, but we can still be victorious. Ensign Navrata: They're here. Ensign Navrata: She's here. Ensign Navrata: He's here. General Konya: I'm told you're staging some sort of suicide mission. You said you needed help. General Konya: How did a former cabinet member become an Imperial general? General Konya: We fought and died to take this planet. Retreat is not the way. General Konya: We're stationed on the edge of the Black Hole--an industrial site used to store and process hypermatter. Volatile, toxic and key to lightspeed travel. General Konya: We've sacked and burned almost everything on Corellia. Without the Black Hole, Corellian fleets will go without fuel and the planet will be isolated. General Konya: We could hold Corellia--but after what happened on Ilum and Denova, the Empire is fragmented. We have to regroup. General Konya: You have no idea. General Konya: Seize the hypermatter and destroy the facilities. The Imperial fleet regroups, and the Republic is weighed down by a worthless planet. General Konya: Straightforward enough. Why do you need me? General Konya: Do you regret betraying your homeworld, General? General Konya: Our problem is Councillor Torvix. The most corrupt man in the Corellian cabinet--recruited a criminal army for the Empire when the invasion started. General Konya: Torvix and his allies used Imperial equipment and weaponry to take control of the Black Hole. Now he refuses to give up what power he has. General Konya: That was the plan, anyway. General Konya: If we're going to ruin Torvix and obtain the hypermatter, I need to know everything. General Konya: What can Torvix hope to achieve? The Republic won't take him back. General Konya: Two Corellian councillors who signed on with the Empire... one clinging to power, the other desperate for a chance to prove her worth. General Konya: I thought the Empire would be good for my planet, and when General Hesker was reassigned... Darth Marr needed someone in place. Lucky me. General Konya: We need to take Torvix down, siphon off his hypermatter and ruin his facilities--all with limited resources and while surrounded by the Republic. General Konya: Most of our troops are already gone--I've retained a few specialists, but we won't get out alive. You can help us die martyrs instead of failures. General Konya: I ran out of chances a while ago--but unlike Torvix, I chose my side and stuck to it. General Konya: You failed to hold Corellia. Whether you live or die now isn't my concern. General Konya: Torvix's men are mostly pirates and Exchange gangsters using our tech. We've got limited resources, and we're surrounded by the Republic. General Konya: He thinks he can still negotiate a deal--it doesn't matter that he's wrong. General Konya: I'm Imperial now, and the Sith don't teach regret. General Konya: The Empire's lost too many loyal soldiers. If there's a way to succeed and evacuate your people safely, we'll find it. General Konya: You hire me, and I do this job right. That includes keeping the team in one piece. General Konya: Then let's get to work. My people are at your command. General Konya: For the Empire! General Konya: Nor mine. We agree on that much. General Konya: My people are at your command. For the Empire. General Konya: Last bottle from the Coronet City Winery is over there. One drink before we jump into the abyss? General Konya: With Torvix dead, his people are scattered. Nicely done. Ensign Navrata: Static on all channels. General Konya: Councillor Torvix is dead, and his army is a mess. It won't be long before we make a clean sweep. General Konya: When this operation is over... Corellia will be an overpopulated rock unable to power its own fleets. General Konya: Torvix's army is fragmented, but someone will try to pull it together. We can't allow that. General Konya: I'll make sure to keep the pressure on. General Konya: It doesn't trouble you, seeing your homeworld devastated? General Konya: I brought Corellia to the Empire, and Corellia turned on me. It's not my home anymore. General Konya: After everything that happened, this planet should be wiped clean. General Konya: But that's not an option, this time. General Konya: Anyway, there's plenty more for us to do--and you've given us the chance to do it. General Konya: I'll be the last one off the planet--but if I don't make it, at least Torvix died first. General Konya: You've got their attention. Torvix's bodyguards are getting angry. Councillor Torvix: This is Torvix to security--what are you doing? We have intruders! Councillor Torvix: This is Torvix to all forces. I'm sealing the inner vault. Deal with the problem. General Konya: The bird is in the nest. Time to flood Torvix's command center with hypermatter--sending you the details. Councillor Torvix: This is Torvix. What do you think you're doing? You can't unseal my vault! Councillor Torvix: Listen to me--we can still negotiate. The explosion will kill us all! General Konya: That should do it. Hypermatter pipes flooding--and igniting. Councillor Torvix: Damn you! You're dead, do you hear me? Dead! General Konya: Mission accomplished. Come on home. General Konya: Torvix has had this coming a long time. Good luck. Ensign Navrata: My lord? There's a transmission from the Black Hole... the general wants it put through to you. Ensign Navrata: Sir? There's a transmission from the Black Hole... the general wants it put through to you. Councillor Torvix: So you're the Sith Lord who's been hounding me. Councillor Torvix: So a Dark Council member is finally paying attention. Councillor Torvix: So you're the ghost who's been haunting my people. Councillor Torvix: I heard it was a bounty hunter who'd been troubling me. I hope you have some pull with the Empire. Councillor Torvix: I'm Councillor Torvix. It's time to end this--you want the Black Hole facilities destroyed, and you know I can hold out forever. So we negotiate. Councillor Torvix: Your forces can't stand against us. And the Republic is closing in as fast as we are. Councillor Torvix: When the Republic realizes it can't beat me, I'll be ruler of Corellia. This is your last chance. Councillor Torvix: State your terms, Councillor. Councillor Torvix: You pledged to serve the Empire. You betrayed your oath. There is no negotiation. Councillor Torvix: You'll reconsider. You need what I have. Councillor Torvix: Men beg for an audience with the Lords of the Dark Council. Do you think yourself above me? Councillor Torvix: I think I have the upper hand, because I have the fuel your ships need. Ensign Navrata: Analyze the frequency and run a locator, but keep it quiet. Councillor Torvix: I'm listening, Councillor. Councillor Torvix: You want to negotiate, start paying more than the Imperials. Then we can talk. Councillor Torvix: I have my own mercenaries already, thank you. Councillor Torvix: By the end of the day, the Empire will provide me with shield generators, combat droids, anti-air cannons and access to orbital satellites. Councillor Torvix: In return, I will release one-tenth of my hypermatter stores to your fleet, and you will depart this system forever. General Konya: Desperate son of a sow just made his biggest mistake. We traced the signal and got a bead on his position. General Konya: What do you say to killing Councillor Torvix? General Konya: We haven't been able to reach him so far. You have an idea? General Konya: He must know he's near defeat. We can call his bluff and force him to surrender. General Konya: With respect? I served in the cabinet with Torvix for seven years. He doesn't know when to quit. General Konya: General Konya--you may have lost Corellia, but there's hope for you yet. General Konya: You're too kind. General Konya: Torvix is using a radiation vault as his command center--impervious to portable weaponry, but not to a hypermatter detonation. General Konya: Take out his personal guards--let him know you're coming and he'll seal his shelter. Then flood the hypermatter pipelines and turn him into ash. General Konya: There's more to it than that. What am I facing? General Konya: If it comes to killing, I'll deal the blow. This could still end another way. General Konya: So long as it's over. General Konya: His guards are killers--the worst pirates in Republic space, armored in radiation suits or from some species immune to everything. The rest? Just his army. General Konya: Councillor Torvix will die. Corellia will burn. And the Republic will be left with nothing. General Konya: All I could hope for. General Konya: I'll be in touch during the approach. Scorch his bones for me. Sergeant Karloss: You heard the reports from the front? It's getting ugly out there. Private Taia: Anyone seen the commander? Sergeant Karloss: Three more stretchers to the ship! Come on! Sergeant Karloss: What's going on? Sergeant Karloss: Evacuation, my lord. Eighty-first Infantry Battalion, just off Corellia. Sergeant Karloss: Eighty-first Infantry, just off Corellia. Sergeant Karloss: The war in the Core Worlds is over. We're pulling out. Sergeant Karloss: What do you mean, we're pulling out? When I left, Corellia was under control. Sergeant Karloss: An Imperial soldier does not abandon the battlefront. Sergeant Karloss: I took Corellia with my bare hands, and you lost it? Sergeant Karloss: After all our losses, and the chaos back home... now we lose Corellia. Sergeant Karloss: I took Corellia block by block. You couldn't even hold it a year? Sergeant Karloss: You've got injured. How many? Sergeant Karloss: About two dozen, but they're stable. Spacedock medbay is on alert. Sergeant Karloss: My--my lord.... Sergeant Karloss: Who gave the order to retreat? Sergeant Karloss: General Konya's decision. Darth Marr put her in charge--she's got some new "strategy." Sergeant Karloss: It wasn't--these were General Konya's orders. Part of her new strategy. Commander Mericci: That's enough--check your feeds and get back to work. Commander Mericci: Battalion Commander Mericci--sorry you heard the news like that, after what you did on the front. Commander Mericci: With the problems in Hutt Space and Denova, supply lines are stretched thin... there's no way to sustain the Core offensive. But General Konya has a message for you. Commander Mericci: What does the general have to say? Commander Mericci: I don't recall meeting a General Konya. Is my identity so public? Commander Mericci: I am a Lord of the Dark Council. I am not to be contacted lightly. Commander Mericci: If the general surrenders as soon as she's low on supplies, why should I care what she has to say? Commander Mericci: All I can tell you is that things are bad out there. Commander Mericci: We're not abandoning Corellia without one last victory. General Konya stayed behind with a task force for a suicide mission. Commander Mericci: If you or your forces can lend assistance, she asks that you come quickly--before your work on Corellia is undone. Commander Mericci: You helped take Axial Park. A lot of us remember that day. Private Taia: It was General Konya! Commander Mericci: I am the Wrath of the Emperor. Your general is bold to approach me. Commander Mericci: Your general knows how I take payment? Commander Mericci: I am aware, my lord--but you are also a hero of Corellia. Commander Mericci: No, my lord. But you fought on Corellia, and we remember you well. Commander Mericci: She does--her forces fought alongside you in Axial Park. Sergeant Karloss: Aaargh! Sergeant Karloss: I didn't... the orders came from General Konya, my lord. Darth Marr himself appointed her. Commander Mericci: Tell General Konya to hold her position and expect reinforcements. Commander Mericci: See to your men before I lose my patience. Commander Mericci: Let's see what the woman who lost the war has to offer. Commander Mericci: Yes. Of course. Commander Mericci: As you wish. Sergeant Karloss: Let's hope the general knows what she's doing on Corellia. Sergeant Karloss: The Republic may've driven us off Corellia, but they'll never recover from what we did there. Quotes (Republic)

Agent Carhart: A lot of men died to win Corellia the first time. If we lose the Black Hole, then they died for nothing. Agent Carhart: He knows Corellia as well as any CorSec officer and twice as well as our men. If the Republic wants to take the Black Hole, they'll need to take him down first. Player: I'm not afraid of a shadow. The Republic shouldn't be either. Sal Dakron: Take a look around, see who's calling for volunteers. Blast anyone who's not CorSec or Republic, and avoid the radiation. Good luck. Click here for more quotes!

Agent Carhart: Welcome to Carrick Station, friend. Heard any interesting news lately? HoloNet Reporter: "Breaking news from the Core: Despite a stunning victory over the Empire, Republic forces continue to face violence and unrest on Corellia." Agent Carhart: Officer Dakron's been coordinating our efforts in the Black Hole. He's the man to see if you're going to help. Agent Carhart: We've come this far. We can't lose Corellia now. HoloNet Reporter: "Of particular concern to Republic authorities is the 'Black Hole' region, where most of the planet's hypermatter processing facilities and warehouses are located." HoloNet Reporter: "Sources say the Black Hole is critical to the Republic war effort. Without sufficient quantities of hypermatter fuel, the fleet could be grounded within weeks." Agent Carhart: They always said losing Corellia would lose us the war. Didn't really believe it until now. Agent Carhart: I fought my way across Axial Park and into the Legislature. I was there when we declared Corellia was free! Agent Carhart: I wasn't part of the fight, but this news report makes it sound like Corellia was already won. Agent Carhart: Are you always this friendly to total strangers? Or am I just special? Agent Carhart: There are plenty of planets in the Republic. We'll just have to find hypermatter fuel somewhere else. Agent Carhart: A lot of men died to win Corellia the first time. If we lose the Black Hole, then they died for nothing. HoloNet Reporter: "Officials believe the unrest in the Black Hole is being encouraged by Harmon Torvix, a former member of the Corellian Council and a known Imperial sympathizer." Agent Carhart: So I've heard. The Supreme Chancellor thought you might be sympathetic to our little problem. HoloNet Reporter: "Though the Empire has denounced Torvix, he maintains control of the area with the help of the Coronas, a powerful crime syndicate based in Coronet City." Agent Carhart: Powerful? The Coronas are vicious. Their leader, Kovic, is known as the "Shadow of Corellia." Likes to make CorSec officers disappear from broad daylight. Agent Carhart: Sorry to intrude, but the news report interested me. I'm hoping it interests you, too. Agent Carhart: Seems like the Republic or CorSec could use this information. Agent Carhart: You never know. You might find yourself in the Black Hole one of these days. Agent Carhart: You must watch an awful lot of these news reports. HoloNet Reporter: "The Supreme Chancellor is aware of the crisis on Corellia. After a consultation with her advisors, she sent the following message to Republic forces in the field." Supreme Chancellor Saresh: "The fight ahead will be difficult. But you've already won Corellia. As long as we stand with our allies, no one can take it from us again." HoloNet Reporter: "Though most of the Black Hole is occupied by criminals and mercenaries, Imperial forces remaining on the planet are also attempting to claim its resources." Agent Carhart: Too bad pretty words don't fuel starships. The Republic can't lose the Black Hole, to Councillor Torvix or the Empire. Agent Carhart: Agent Carhart, SIS. The Supreme Chancellor asked me to make sure you were aware of the situation. She's hoping you'll volunteer to help. Agent Carhart: Why not? The Chancellor usually makes it worth my while. Agent Carhart: I'm not taking on the whole Empire and Torvix's goons by myself, am I? Agent Carhart: If the Republic is in need, the Jedi will answer. Agent Carhart: I'll do whatever it takes to help the Republic win. Agent Carhart: I volunteered for this back on Ord Mantell. Just tell me where to go. Agent Carhart: Hopefully it won't come to that. But you'll have to get to Corellia fast. Agent Carhart: The Black Hole's located in Labor Valley. Once you get in, talk to CorSec officer Sal Dakron. He'll put you to work wherever you're needed most. Agent Carhart: I'll let the Supreme Chancellor know where you're headed. I'm sure she'll appreciate it. Good luck down there. Agent Carhart: Our forces broke the Imperial occupation. But no one's giving this planet up easy. Agent Carhart: He knows Corellia as well as any CorSec officer and twice as well as our men. If the Republic wants to take the Black Hole, they'll need to take him down first. Agent Carhart: I'm not afraid of a shadow. The Republic shouldn't be either. Agent Carhart: They might not be, if they had someone so confident around. Agent Carhart: I like to stay up-to-date. You never know what's going to come in handy later. Sal Dakron: What do I look like, a tour guide? Get in the field or get out of my way. CorSec Officer: We're not soldiers, Dakron. CorSec can't handle heavy artillery or stealthed attacks. We need more backup from the Republic. Sal Dakron: Corellia is worth fighting for. I just wish the Empire and Councillor Torvix didn't feel the same way. Republic Soldier: Every man I have is either out in the field or in the infirmary. Who knows what'll sink us first--Torvix, the Empire or the radiation poisoning. Sal Dakron: I'll tell you what'll sink us: all the excuses. Look at us! Losing to some ex-politician and his band of Corona scum-- Sal Dakron: What now? Have we lost another sector? Run out of supplies? Looking for your pet gizka? Sal Dakron: I'm looking for Sal Dakron. Agent Carhart sent me to help. Sal Dakron: A whole squad, huh? Looks like he understands the situation, at least. Sal Dakron: Well, let's hope you're tough. We've lost too many Green Jedi already. Republic Soldier: You're in luck, Dakron. Havoc Squad's worth a thousand of my men. Sal Dakron: A privateer. Wonderful. At least you're working for us and not Torvix. Sal Dakron: Welcome to the Black Hole. We're low on power cells, rations and just about everything else. I needed reinforcements yesterday, but better late than never. Sal Dakron: I'm not leaving until the Black Hole belongs to the Republic. Sal Dakron: As long as we remain focused on our goal, we cannot fail. Sal Dakron: I guess that takes care of the status report. Sal Dakron: You're going to pop a blood vessel if you keep this up. Sal Dakron: You're in command. Just tell me where I'm needed. Sal Dakron: Show a little respect, or your reinforcements are leaving. Sal Dakron: I'm sorry. I'm glad you've come. Really. We need the help now more than ever. Sal Dakron: Take a look around, see who's calling for volunteers. Blast anyone who's not CorSec or Republic, and avoid the radiation. Good luck. Sal Dakron: We're looking for Sal Dakron. Agent Carhart sent us to help. Republic Soldier: Let's just say you're a sight for sore eyes, Major. And sore bodies. Sal Dakron: You're probably right. I feel ten years older already. Sal Dakron: You're needed everywhere. Between Torvix at our front and the Empire at our backs, we've got our hands full just holding the area. Sal Dakron: Right. Focus. I'll try to work on that, Master Jedi. Sal Dakron: Not leaving alive, anyway. But I'm glad to hear it. Flashpoint: Lost Island Not much can be told from the area or mission but we do have maps.

Areas

Lost Island Missions

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Operation: Explosive Conflict Already spoken about a little bit in interviews, you will travel to the planet of Denova where it you will be battling your opposing faction.

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Colonel Grezor Moff Altiss N4-S4 AV-9R Captain Exteen Supreme Chancellor Saresh Dread Master Bestia Dread Master Brontes Dread Master Calphayus Dread Master Raptus Dread Master Styrak Dread Master Tyrans Warlord Kephess Quotes (Imperial)

Moff Altiss: Once, this operation would have been executed with precision. Our failure on Denova shows how far the Empire has fallen. Moff Altiss: Grezor is a product of the reformations enacted after Malgus's failed rebellion. He was rapidly promoted to see if lesser species can handle the rigors of command. Colonel Grezor: It wasn't just Kephess and his war beasts, Moff Altiss. There's something else down here. A... a presence. That's what broke the morale of our troops! Click here for more quotes!

Moff Altiss: Moff Altiss at your service, my lord. I hope the Emperor's Wrath can guide us back to our former glory. Moff Altiss: My lord. I am Moff Altiss. Thank you for coming; perhaps a member of the Dark Council can restore us to our past glory. Moff Altiss: I am Moff Altiss. I know you have done much for the Empire, though it pains me to know we rely on mercenaries for help. Moff Altiss: I am Moff Altiss. Normally I despise clandestine operatives, but your service record is extraordinary. No doubt your classified missions are even more impressive. Moff Altiss: I am Moff Altiss. You have served the Empire well in the past; now I must ask for your aid again... though it pains me to do so. Moff Altiss: I am Moff Altiss. I never imagined my call for aid would attract such important and powerful people. Perhaps that speaks to what the Empire has become. Moff Altiss: Once, this operation would have been executed with precision. Our failure on Denova shows how far the Empire has fallen. Moff Altiss: Careful, Moff Altiss. Your words are close to treason. Moff Altiss: You should probably keep your doubts about the Empire to yourself. Unless you want to be arrested for treason. Moff Altiss: You can't pay me if you're wiped out. If the Empire keeps losing to the Republic, I might have to switch sides. Moff Altiss: Your droid wouldn't give me any details about this mission. Moff Altiss: Struggle does not show weakness. Only failure. And I will not allow the Empire to fail on Denova. Moff Altiss: The greatest threat to the Empire comes from within. We cannot allow ourselves to be fractured. As a Moff, you should understand this. Moff Altiss: This war is taking a toll on both sides. We need to take advantage of that. Moff Altiss: So you ran into a bit of a roadblock. No big deal. That's why you call me. Moff Altiss: My lord, I only desire to restore the Empire to its past glory. But we need Denova--the planet is rich with baradium, a valuable explosive ore. Moff Altiss: Not if we can claim Denova. The planet is rich with baradium, a valuable explosive ore. Moff Altiss: Of course. I'm speaking out of turn. Our focus must be on securing Denova. The planet is rich with baradium, a valuable explosive ore. Moff Altiss: I have faith you will bring us victory on Denova, my lord. The planet is rich with a valuable explosive ore called baradium. Moff Altiss: I trust the Dark Council will lead us to victory, my lord. But we need Denova--the planet is rich with baradium, a valuable explosive ore. Moff Altiss: The Empire is lucky to have such a powerful ally. We need Denova--the planet is rich with baradium, a valuable explosive ore. Moff Altiss: Taking Denova would be an excellent way to demoralize our enemy--the planet is rich in baradium, a valuable explosive ore. Moff Altiss: Just below the planet's surface are massive deposits of baradium, a powerful and versatile weapons-grade explosive. Moff Altiss: The Republic hired Kephess, a legendary Trandoshan warlord, to secure the world. We sent in Colonel Grezor, a Nautolan. Moff Altiss: Grezor is a product of the reformations enacted after Malgus's failed rebellion. He was rapidly promoted to see if lesser species can handle the rigors of command. Moff Altiss: Sounds like you're prejudiced against Grezor's kind. Moff Altiss: I assume the Trandoshan made short work of Colonel Grezor. Moff Altiss: Sounds like Colonel Grezor lacked both the experience and the skill for a mission like this. Moff Altiss: The Nautolans are a lesser species, unworthy of leading Imperial troops. Grezor's failure proves it. Moff Altiss: Exactly! Before the reformations, he would never have been given this command. Now we must pay the price for his failure. Moff Altiss: A simple defeat on the battlefield would have been easy enough to clean up. But Grezor's failure was far worse. Moff Altiss: Kephess betrayed the Republic and declared himself ruler of Denova. Our troops on the surface defected, and swore loyalty to the Trandoshan. Moff Altiss: He's seized the baradium supplies, offering them for sale to the highest bidder. No word on Grezor's fate, but we suspect he-- Moff Altiss: Grezor's still alive. Maybe he's not as incompetent as you thought. Moff Altiss: Careful. For all we know, Grezor is working for Kephess now. Moff Altiss: Grezor can give us an update on the situation on the ground. Moff Altiss: His survival hardly makes the mission a success. Moff Altiss: If a simple update isn't too much for him to handle. Moff Altiss: I agree. He's either a traitor or completely incompetent. Hard to say which is worse. Moff Altiss: Colonel Grezor, this is Moff Altiss. We need your field report before we decide on a course of action. Colonel Grezor: My field report? We're getting slaughtered! Me and a few loyal officers have been on the run ever since the troops defected. Get us out of here! Moff Altiss: Are you mad, Colonel? You're either a traitor or a failure. Either way, we should leave you here to rot. Colonel Grezor: It wasn't just Kephess and his war beasts, Moff Altiss. There's something else down here. A... a presence. That's what broke the morale of our troops! Colonel Grezor: What are you talking about? Colonel Grezor: Don't try to blame some mysterious presence for your failure. Moff Altiss: Every second we spend discussing this gives Kephess more time to reinforce his position. Colonel Grezor: I can't really explain it. But we all felt it. It made the soldiers nervous. They abandoned their posts, and Kephess broke our ranks. Colonel Grezor: I... I know how this sounds. But whatever you think of me, you have to get my officers out of here. We're running out of time! Colonel Grezor: Believe whatever you want, but something was making the soldiers nervous. They abandoned their posts, and Kephess broke our ranks. Moff Altiss: I've locked onto Colonel Grezor's position. I can clear out the area with an orbital bombardment to make a secure landing zone for you. Moff Altiss: Make sure the colonel gets out alive. Moff Altiss: Colonel Grezor is of no further use to us. Give the order. Colonel Grezor: What? No! Moff Altiss: As you wish, my lord. Moff Altiss: I suppose the Nautolan deserves a military hearing before we decide his fate. Moff Altiss: Colonel Grezor, prepare for evacuation. A shuttle is on its way. Moff Altiss: Fleet commanders, this is Moff Altiss. Lock onto these surface coordinates and fire at will. Moff Altiss: Grezor and his men are safe. The landing area perimeter is secured. A shuttle will take you down to the surface. Moff Altiss: The orbital strike has secured the landing area perimeter. A shuttle will take you to the surface. Moff Altiss: Find Kephess and destroy him. The Trandoshan's death will allow us to take control of Denova. Colonel Grezor: Imperial Command, do you copy? This is Colonel Grezor. We're pinned down--we need reinforcements! Moff Altiss: I've reviewed the field reports. Kephess and his followers were a surprisingly formidable army. It took all of your combined resources to defeat them. Moff Altiss: Is it possible there was some truth to Colonel Grezor's ravings? Did you find any sign of the mysterious presence he spoke of on Denova? Moff Altiss: I've reviewed the field reports. Kephess was a surprisingly formidable enemy. Even you, with all your power, struggled to defeat him. Moff Altiss: Kephess was not attuned to the Force, yet I sensed the dark side emanating from him. He was being driven by a sinister hand. Someone called "the masters." Moff Altiss: I kept hearing the troops talk about "the masters." Not sure who they meant, but it was pretty clear the Trandoshan was just hired muscle. Moff Altiss: The Trandoshan didn't plan this. Somebody more subtle was calling the shots. The soldiers called them "the masters." Moff Altiss: I heard mention of "the masters"; Kephess may have answered to them. But if they exist, they didn't reveal themselves. Moff Altiss: Kephess's soldiers spoke of "the masters," but weak minds are easily manipulated. I found no evidence of their existence on Denova. Moff Altiss: Heard the troops talking about "the masters," but I never saw them. As far as I'm concerned, Kephess was running the show. Moff Altiss: Misinformation and rumors are powerful weapons. The troops spoke of "the masters," but I found no evidence of them. Moff Altiss: Before, you said Grezor's claims were just an excuse to cover up his incompetence. Moff Altiss: Can you blame me for not having faith in a Nautolan? I thought Kephess was nothing but an opportunistic mercenary. Moff Altiss: But the Trandoshan was more dangerous than I imagined. Obviously there's more to this than meets the eye. Moff Altiss: If these "masters" were strong enough to manipulate Kephess, we need to find out who they are. Moff Altiss: You felt the presence of the dark side? Is it possible these "masters" are a group of rogue Sith? Moff Altiss: Interesting theory. Kephess could have lured our troops over by inventing these mysterious "masters." Moff Altiss: I suppose that's possible. Could be these "masters" don't even exist. Moff Altiss: Not surprising, my lord. Who would dare to openly challenge the Emperor's Wrath? Moff Altiss: They may have fled when you arrived, my lord. They might prefer to strike from the shadows rather than reveal themselves to the Dark Council. Dread Master Calphayus: Insects interfere. They do not understand. Moff Altiss: A handful of strategic retreats can be the prelude to a prolonged advance. Moff Altiss: My lord, I did not mean to question the actions of the Dark Council. But we need Denova--the planet is rich with baradium, a valuable explosive ore. Dread Master Raptus: We are the six. The Dread Masters. Heed our warning. Dread Master Raptus: I helped you escape from the Republic prison on Belsavis. Dread Master Raptus: The Dread Masters? Am I supposed to know that name? Dread Master Raptus: Are you threatening me? Dread Master Raptus: Are you the reason our soldiers defected and Kephess betrayed the Republic? Dread Master Calphayus: In time, all will know our name. The galaxy will bow to us. Dread Master Brontes: Imprisoned, our power faded. Dread Master Styrak: Denova was a test. Weak minds twisted and turned. Dread Master Styrak: The minds on Denova were weak. Easily manipulated. Dread Master Tyrans: You are more difficult to control. But no more difficult to destroy. Dread Master Raptus: Now we are free. Now we are strong. Moff Altiss: I've heard of you. The ancient Sith prophets. Masters of terror and fear. But you're on our side--we all serve the Emperor! Dread Master Raptus: The Emperor was strong. He spoke to us. Guided us. Dread Master Bestia: Now the Emperor is quiet. None who remain are worthy of our loyalty. Dread Master Bestia: Is this some kind of power grab? With the Emperor gone, you think you can just seize his throne? Dread Master Bestia: I am the Emperor's Wrath. If you've turned against the Empire, then I will destroy you--just like I destroyed Kephess! Dread Master Bestia: I serve on the Dark Council. Any allegiance you had to the Emperor you now owe to me. Dread Master Bestia: I think you may be underestimating those of us who are still around. The Empire is still strong. Dread Master Bestia: You've got a pretty high opinion of yourselves. Dread Master Bestia: You might have been able to manipulate Kephess and his soldiers, but you didn't even have the guts to face me in person. Dread Master Bestia: The Emperor has gone silent before. Yet he always comes back. Remember that. Dread Master Bestia: Your threats would be more effective if you had the courage to deliver them face-to-face. Dread Master Bestia: Whatever you were trying on Denova failed. This... meeting... is a sign of desperation. Dread Master Calphayus: We care nothing for the Emperor or the Empire now. We serve a higher purpose. Dread Master Calphayus: We are the Dread Masters. You are nothing to us. We serve a higher purpose. Dread Master Calphayus: The Emperor's throne means nothing to us. We are driven by a greater purpose. Dread Master Calphayus: Your victory here is insignificant. We are driven by a higher purpose. Dread Master Brontes: Kephess was our tool. Our vessel. Dread Master Styrak: The vessel is damaged. It can be repaired. Dread Master Bestia: Kephess is ours. Heed this warning. Do not interfere again. Dread Master Raptus: The Dread Masters have spoken. Moff Altiss: I don't have any idea how I'm going to explain this in my report. Moff Altiss: The Dread Masters manipulated the minds of our soldiers on Denova and turned them against us. Making that public could cause a panic. Moff Altiss: Without the Emperor to keep them in check, the Dread Masters have gone rogue. Easy enough to understand. Moff Altiss: Tell me everything you know about the Dread Masters. Moff Altiss: But what does it mean? As far as I know, they have no followers, no army. Moff Altiss: I can't even guess what they're up to. They obviously don't care about the galactic war. Moff Altiss: Good point. But I still don't understand why they did it. Moff Altiss: There isn't much. They're six ancient Sith Lords the Republic imprisoned on Belsavis. Moff Altiss: After we broke them loose, they just sort of disappeared. I can't even imagine what they're after. Moff Altiss: Wouldn't surprise me if they just disappeared again. Like nightmares when you wake up. Moff Altiss: They might go into hiding for a while, but they're obviously planning something. Moff Altiss: We hit them pretty hard here on Denova. It may take them a long time to recover. Moff Altiss: We've already got our hands full with the Republic. We can't afford to fight a war with the Dread Masters right now. Moff Altiss: I'll send this up the chain of command, but unless the Dread Masters strike somewhere else, I doubt we'll find them. Moff Altiss: The Grand Moffs aren't going to spend resources on an enemy we can't see. Not with the Republic breathing down our necks. Moff Altiss: I hope you're right. Because right now, we don't have any way to even track them down. Moff Altiss: Hopefully, we won't have to. I'll send this up the chain of command, but I doubt anything's going to happen. Moff Altiss: At least we've got the advantage on Denova now, thanks to you. I'll be sure to mention that in my report. N4-S4: It would be unwise to make the situation on Denova common knowledge. Moff Altiss appreciates your discretion. N4-S4: Forgive my impertinence, but my master is in urgent need. N4-S4: It is a great honor for a lowly protocol droid to share the presence of such powerful and important individuals. N4-S4: The Emperor's Wrath! Forgive my surprise, my lord, but your reputation precedes you. It is a stroke of great fortune for my master that you are here. N4-S4: Greetings, my lord. Please forgive a humble droid for approaching a member of the Dark Council, but my master is in great need. N4-S4: Data files confirm you are the Grand Champion of the Great Hunt. My master would be very interested to meet the galaxy's premier bounty hunter. N4-S4: There are whispers that you were once a key operative with Imperial Intelligence. My master has urgent need of someone with your skills. N4-S4: I represent Moff Altiss. She has instructed me to seek out those capable of fixing a critical mission on Denova that has gone awry. N4-S4: I extend this offer to all of you, as my master may require the combined efforts of several talented individuals. N4-S4: Help her? Your master must face the consequences of her own weakness. N4-S4: I am a member of the Dark Council; it is not my responsibility to clean up after some incompetent Moff. N4-S4: Why do you always wait until something goes wrong to bring me in? Probably cheaper just to hire me up front. N4-S4: It wouldn't be the first time I cleaned up someone else's mess. N4-S4: It does seem inefficient. But Moff Altiss is not to blame for this disaster. She is only tasked with salvaging something from the situation. N4-S4: To be clear, Moff Altiss is not responsible for this disaster. She is merely trying to salvage something from the wreckage. N4-S4: Moff Altiss is not to blame for what transpired. She is merely attempting to salvage something from this disaster. N4-S4: Failure to do so would seriously weaken the Empire's position, leaving us vulnerable to our sworn enemies in the Republic. N4-S4: I am not authorized to discuss any of the details. I can only say that Moff Altiss is eager to meet with you face-to-face. N4-S4: Is that a Republic world, or one of ours? N4-S4: Is that a Republic world, or one of yours? N4-S4: The world was only recently discovered. Military forces claimed it for the Empire. The Republic responded with an army of mercenaries. N4-S4: The outcome of the battle will have far-reaching effects for both sides. We cannot afford to lose. N4-S4: Just tell me what I need to do. Quotes (Republic)

AV-9R: But my malfunctions should not trouble heroes of the Republic. Please stand by for a coded priority message from Supreme Chancellor Saresh.... Supreme Chancellor Saresh: The situation demands a retaliatory response. Captain Exteen of the battle cruiser Vanguard's Blade will brief you on Denova and the traitors occupying it. Captain Exteen: I'm surrounded by heroes. I flew bombing runs on Darth Angral's battle cruiser over Tython. Quite a day. Click here for more quotes!

AV-9R: I am pleased to report the technician has failed to permanently deactivate me. Also, congratulations on your successful mission. AV-9R: As the Supreme Chancellor indicated in her message, your presence is required immediately at the main fleet. I'll deal with this electronic butcher. AV-9R: Ow! Don't touch that! Do you even know the difference between a servomotor and a vocabulator? AV-9R: Forgive my outburst. It appears I am suffering a mobility impairment. This "technician" has been sent to repair me. AV-9R: But my malfunctions should not trouble heroes of the Republic. Please stand by for a coded priority message from Supreme Chancellor Saresh.... AV-9R: Please do not distract my technician. He is incompetent enough as it is. Ow! Stop that! AV-9R: I've fixed droids before--and not always with my lightsaber. Want me to take a look? AV-9R: We all suffer glitches now and again. Carrying on despite them is the mark of a dedicated droid. AV-9R: You're not gonna malfunction and go on a rampage, are you? AV-9R: No rush--I can wait until you're fully repaired. I'm charging by the hour. AV-9R: Shouldn't a top secret message have a bit more privacy? AV-9R: Good thing the Republic can afford top-of-the-line protocol droids for its most sensitive communications. AV-9R: I can assure you this so-called gentlebeing does not comprehend a single word of Basic. AV-9R: I may not be able to walk, but my sarcasm filters are fully functional. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: As one of the Republic's most reliable operatives, your presence is required at our main fleet. AV-9R: The Supreme Chancellor was quite adamant that her message be delivered promptly. AV-9R: I certainly hope not. That would be a horrific breach of protocol. AV-9R: You flatter me, Master Jedi. I am saving this moment to my permanent data records. AV-9R: I could never impose on you for such a trivial task. I will have to trust this fat-fingered fool to not deactivate me. AV-9R: But that is not your concern, Major. Supreme Chancellor Saresh has authorized me to display a coded priority message for you. Initiating.... AV-9R: But my troubles are not yours, honored Jedi Council member. I have a priority coded message to you from Supreme Chancellor Saresh.... AV-9R: But my personal health is no burden for a renowned Jedi hero. Stand by for a coded priority message from Supreme Chancellor Saresh.... AV-9R: But my personal misfortunes do not concern a licensed privateer. Please stand by for a coded priority message from Supreme Chancellor Saresh.... Supreme Chancellor Saresh: The situation demands a retaliatory response. Captain Exteen of the battle cruiser Vanguard's Blade will brief you on Denova and the traitors occupying it. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: What makes this planet important enough the Supreme Chancellor wants me to go in? Supreme Chancellor Saresh: What are we going up against here? Who betrayed us? AV-9R: That information is above my security clearance, but if you're being called to action, the enemy must be quite powerful. AV-9R: The planet's crust contains vast deposits of a substance used in the manufacture of high explosives. A vital strategic resource. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: If it's payback the Supreme Chancellor wants, I'll get it for her. AV-9R: Considering your past record, I have no doubt of that statement. AV-9R: Ow! You fool, you've adjusted the wrong setting! Listen to me--I sound like a Hutt breathing underwater! AV-9R: Please accept my most profound apologies. Rendezvous with the main fleet and meet Captain Exteen immediately. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: We have been betrayed by our own forces on Denova. Resources critical to our war effort have been seized by mercenaries collaborating with Imperials. Captain Exteen: It's been an honor serving with you. Captain Exteen: The shuttle to Denova is standing by. We'll monitor your progress as best we can. May the Force be with you. Captain Exteen: I'm overseeing a delicate op. Excuse me. Captain Exteen: This is a genuine honor. I flew bombing runs on Darth Angral's battle cruiser when he attacked Tython. That's a fight I'll never forget. Captain Exteen: Master, it's an honor. I'd just arrived on Tython when you saved the ancient Forge from Nalen Raloch. Your trials inspired all the Padawans. Captain Exteen: Major, it's an honor to serve Havoc Squad. When I assumed command, I learned everything about military service by studying your career. Captain Exteen: You're becoming a celebrity even in Jedi circles, Captain. Master Sumalee can't stop talking about you. Captain Exteen: When High Command said special reinforcements were coming, I wasn't expecting anyone so high profile. Your accomplishments are legendary to my troops. Captain Exteen: I didn't realize Jedi were serving in the Republic military these days. How does that work? Captain Exteen: I'm part of a new program initiated by Chancellor Saresh to integrate the Jedi Order and Republic military. Captain Exteen: We're not here to reminisce. What's the situation? Captain Exteen: Stand by. We're making the jump to hyperspace. I'll continue your briefing on arrival. Captain Exteen: Datapads won't teach you how to be a soldier. You only learn that in the field. Captain Exteen: It's rare to see a Jedi focused on the art of war. Captain Exteen: The major is impressive, but I hope we won't need his expertise. Peace should always be a Jedi's first path. Captain Exteen: That's great, kid--but there's more to this galaxy than uniforms and salutes. I'll show you how to retire a rich man. Captain Exteen: There were far too few Jedi starfighters in the sky that day. The Force was with you to survive against those odds. Captain Exteen: So much has happened since those days. My battle with Nalen Raloch feels like another life. Captain Exteen: It's hard to believe the Jedi trials were ever our biggest worry. Of course, neither of ours were exactly by the book.... Captain Exteen: Once you boarded his ship, Darth Angral didn't stand a chance. Captain Exteen: I was far from Tython when that battle occurred. When this mission is over, perhaps you two can tell me about it? Captain Exteen: I'd be honored, Master. I'd just arrived for my final trials the day you saved Tython's ancient Forge. Captain Exteen: Masters at the temple still talk about what you did then--and everything since. Captain Exteen: I'm surrounded by heroes. I flew bombing runs on Darth Angral's battle cruiser over Tython. Quite a day. Captain Exteen: I knew she had a thing for me. Even Jedi women find me irresistible. Captain Exteen: I should call her. She still owes me a drink for what I did on Corellia. Captain Exteen: Don't let the flattery go to your head, Captain. Jedi are above hero worship. Captain Exteen: I love going on missions with celebrities. They're great at drawing fire. Captain Exteen: Gaining a Jedi Master's respect is no small feat, Captain. I trust you achieved that through legitimate means? Captain Exteen: Three months ago, the Empire discovered Denova's location, learned of the baradium deposits, and invaded. Captain Exteen: Yes, sir. That's why I logged two hundred deep recon missions before accepting this promotion. Captain Exteen: I flew bombing runs on Darth Angral's cruiser when he attacked Tython. Your victory over him inspired me to follow this path. Captain Exteen: As you learned saving the ancient Forge, peace is only possible when both sides pursue it. I'm honored to meet you, Master. Captain Exteen: Unnecessary, Captain--but it's a pleasure. I heard of your heroism on Corellia from Master Sumalee. Captain Exteen: You'd have to take that up with her. Captain Exteen: She mentioned that, too. Master Sumalee is... unconventional. Captain Exteen: The hero of Tython. I flew bombing runs against Darth Angral's cruiser when he attacked our homeworld. Never thought I'd meet you in person. Captain Exteen: That isn't entirely true. I was a Padawan when you saved the ancient Forge on Tython, Master--and I'm truly honored to meet you. Captain Exteen: Major, it's an honor to meet you in person. Your mission records were required reading when I joined the military. Captain Exteen: How did a Jedi fighter pilot wind up in charge of a Republic cruiser? Did you even go through officer training school? Captain Exteen: Piloting a chair strapped to a bunch of bombs... that takes a special kind of crazy. Captain Exteen: It was much worse than it sounds, Captain--and it's a pleasure to meet you. Master Sumalee praised your actions on Corellia. Captain Exteen: You Jedi have all the luck. For my first mission, my CO sold me out to the Empire. Captain Exteen: I don't know what half those words meant, but you sure make them sound fancy. Captain Exteen: Captain, it's a pleasure. Master Sumalee told me about your heroism on Corellia. Captain Exteen: You remade Havoc Squad into the greatest special ops team in the Republic, Major. I've tried to follow your example. Captain Exteen: Captain Exteen, Jedi Knight and commanding officer of the Vanguard's Blade. Welcome. Captain Exteen: Regardless, it'll be an honor to see you in action. Captain Exteen: I'm just doing what I can to win this war. Becoming a celebrity wasn't part of the plan. Captain Exteen: It's an honor just to serve. We're all heroes in this war. Captain Exteen: I don't know how you maintain that humility, considering all you've done. Captain Exteen: I assume this substance we're fighting over is rare enough to warrant a major assault? Captain Exteen: I don't see any Imperial warships in orbit. If the enemy is still on Denova, they must have landed some heavy forces. Captain Exteen: The Supreme Chancellor took her sweet time sending reinforcements. Why the holdup? Captain Exteen: Our stockpile of rockets and torpedoes is running out. We can't resupply our ground and space forces without more baradium. Neither can the Empire. Captain Exteen: The Empire lacks enough ships to control the airspace--so they landed an entire armored battalion. Captain Exteen: Until last week, we had defenders holding off the Empire. Captain Exteen: We couldn't spare our own forces to secure Denova, so we contracted a Trandoshan mercenary army: the Warstalkers. Tough warriors. Never lost a fight. Captain Exteen: The Warstalkers' leader, Kephess, has honored every contract he's taken--he's no Imperial sympathizer. His betrayal caught us completely off guard. Captain Exteen: Mercenaries work for the highest bidder. Obviously, the Empire offered Kephess more. Captain Exteen: Was there anything in Kephess's background to suggest he'd turn against us? Captain Exteen: None of those details matter. Kephess stabbed us in the back, and his Warstalkers will pay the price with him. Captain Exteen: The Warstalkers aren't working for the Empire. They've gone rogue--and taken our enemies with them. Captain Exteen: The Republic doesn't normally hire mercenaries to defend its territory, but Kephess had a reputation for loyalty. We don't know what changed. Captain Exteen: We aren't just facing traitorous mercenaries down there. Captain Exteen: Kephess convinced the Imperial forces to desert the Empire and side with him. They've combined armies and declared Denova independent territory. Captain Exteen: The Supreme Chancellor's orders are clear: Take down Kephess and neutralize his army. The Republic needs Denova and its baradium stores. Warlord Kephess: Republic children... you could not hold Denova--and Imperial fools will not take it. My masters gave me all I need to destroy you. Stay away, or die. Captain Exteen: Sounds like Kephess isn't as trustworthy as he was cracked up to be--and he's taking orders from someone else. Captain Exteen: Who does Kephess serve? The Empire? The Hutts? Captain Exteen: I've met some overconfident fools in my time, but he is by far the ugliest. I'll enjoy putting him out of the galaxy's misery. Captain Exteen: That's the strangest part. We've monitored Denova's communications since the invasion. This was the only transmission. Captain Exteen: No idea. We initially thought he was referring to the Trandoshan "Scorekeeper" deity, but this is something else. Captain Exteen: I think that's the reaction High Command was hoping for. Captain Exteen: A strike shuttle's waiting for you. This vessel and its fighters will provide support. May the Force be with us. Captain Exteen: Captain... Supreme Chancellor... Kephess is dead and his army is broken. Denova is back under Republic control. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: You delivered a message to everyone who thinks they can defy us without consequence. Captain Exteen: We monitored the battle transmissions. Kephess kept referring to his "masters." Any clue who he was talking about? Captain Exteen: Whoever these "masters" are, they weren't on Denova. Captain Exteen: Follow a puppet's strings far enough and there's usually a Sith holding them. Captain Exteen: I wouldn't take his ranting too seriously. For all we know, he was just hearing voices in his head. Captain Exteen: We have intel on forces invading Hutt Space. Could this be related? Captain Exteen: It would explain a great deal. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Regardless, you've done us a great service by eliminating him. Dread Master Raptus: Empty victories, celebrated by dead heroes. Dread Master Bestia: The Republic mistakes nightfall for dawn. Dread Master Calphayus: The six herald rebirth. Of power... order... domination. Dread Master Tyrans: Submit, and be spared. Resist, and be swept aside. Choose. Dread Master Raptus: The Jedi will never submit--and we won't be swept aside. We will defend the Republic to our dying breath. Dread Master Raptus: Your negotiating skills leave much to be desired. May I offer you some instruction? Dread Master Raptus: Havoc Squad never backs down from a fight--and those robes look plenty flammable. I'd say the choice is yours. Dread Master Raptus: "We will crush you," blah, blah, blah. Don't you Sith ever get sick of hearing yourselves talk? Dread Master Raptus: How did you get in here? Identify yourselves. Dread Master Raptus: When you put it like that, there's only one response. Dread Master Raptus: We are prisoners no more. Free of the Republic. Free of the Empire. Both will fall before the Dread Masters. Dread Master Raptus: Your air grows thin. Dread Master Raptus: Your taunts ring hollow. Dread Master Raptus: Empty-headed threats do not amuse. Dread Master Raptus: Cries in the darkness, mistaken for bravery. Fool. Dread Master Raptus: We are fear. Horror. Doom. Warlord Kephess: I will find you again, Republic children. Next time, you will die. Captain Exteen: I've never felt fear like that before, not even as a Padawan. Who were those people? How is Kephess alive? Supreme Chancellor Saresh: They appeared in my Senate chamber, as well. Security systems didn't register their presence. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: But we know their names. The Dread Masters were powerful Sith serving the Emperor. They laid waste to whole fleets during the last war. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: They're no longer serving the Empire. They want the galaxy all for themselves. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Escaping their cells is one thing--how did they get off the planet? We had ships in orbit. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Imprisonment is no longer an option. Time to kill that scum. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: I won't have this. I want them dead. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: As you just experienced, these aren't ordinary Sith. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: I couldn't agree more. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: I'm calling an emergency meeting of High Command. When the Dread Masters resurface, we'll be ready. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Until then, remain vigilant. I will contact you when we know more. Captain Exteen: You should go. I'll coordinate our forces landing on Denova. We're going to need that baradium. Captain Exteen: This is Denova. Republic scouts discovered it last year. An unremarkable planet, except for its vast deposits of baradium--a key component in high-yield explosives. Captain Exteen: Launch delta wing. Initiate aerial reconnaissance. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: We imprisoned them on Belsavis. When the Empire stormed our maximum security wing, the Dread Masters broke free.

Patch 1.3 The Legacy of HK-51

Companion: The Legacy of HK One of the biggest finds in our search, it seems HK-51 will be introduced in 1.3 and you will be able to obtain him as a companion!

NPCs

Dread Legion Leader General Avrun Bren Dread Legion Leader Quotes (Imperial)

HK-51: Declaration: I have completed a full analysis of my functions, master. HK-51: Praise: Hearing you speak is like reviewing my programming logs. We will function well together, master. HK-51: Correction: The Maker defies simple organic classifications, master. The Maker not only provides form and function, but also marks the undesirables who deserve liquidation. Click here for more quotes!

HK-51: Aggression level rising. HK-51: This should prove amusing. HK-51: Next target, please. HK-51: Say hello to the Maker for me, scum. HK-51: Reloading... ready! HK-51: Body count rising. HK-51: I kill to serve. HK-51: Eat hot efficiency! HK-51: For the Maker--and my master! HK-51: Your threat is hereby terminated. HK-51: Target locked--death imminent. HK-51: Increasing combat efficiency. HK-51: Best shot grouping yet. HK-51: Barrage protocol activated. HK-51: Carnage subroutines online. HK-51: You're already dead. Just lie down. HK-51: The Maker marked you. Nothing personal. HK-51: I am HK. You are dead. HK-51: Running delays the inevitable. Stand still and die. HK-51: Declaration: I have completed a full analysis of my functions, master. HK-51: I am ready to liquidate high-threat undesirables with one-hundred percent efficiency, as the Maker intended. HK-51: We will destroy the Empire's threats without restraint or remorse. HK-51: Praise: Hearing you speak is like reviewing my programming logs. We will function well together, master. HK-51: I enjoy disposing of low-threat undesirables, as well. I trust that won't be a problem? HK-51: Assurance: I have been inactive for many years, master. You will find I am not a picky liquidator. HK-51: Relax your trigger finger unless I say otherwise, droid. Some bounties are wanted alive. HK-51: Criticism: Capture and imprisonment are inefficient procedures, master. Consider adopting an "all disintegrations" policy. HK-51: My missions occasionally require assassination. You'll be a valuable asset. HK-51: Acknowledgment: I did not assume you reactivated me for my extensive cooking protocols, master--though they are impeccable. HK-51: Who is this "Maker"? Your designer? HK-51: Correction: The Maker defies simple organic classifications, master. The Maker not only provides form and function, but also marks the undesirables who deserve liquidation. HK-51: In the end, I am merely a humble servant of the Maker's infallible purpose. HK-51: I don't answer to your Maker--and neither do you. You're mine. HK-51: Confirmation: Of course I am yours, master. The Maker would not have it any other way. HK-51: Your belief system is more complex than your simple functions would indicate. HK-51: Dismissal: Simplicity is for organics, master. Er... no offense intended. HK-51: You're spouting gibberish, droid. Your logic processors must be failing. HK-51: Argument: Perform whatever diagnostics you wish, master. All my systems are in prime condition. HK-51: Do you possess any capabilities besides killing people? Something more constructive, perhaps? HK-51: Recommendation: The HK-51 series was not designed for manual labor, master. If you need to build something, I suggest using a construction droid. HK-51: Oath: While aboard your starship, I will maintain constant vigilance. You may rest easy here. Your absolute security occupies my every calculation. HK-51: I'm rarely on this ship. We'll spend most of our time planetside. HK-51: Encouragement: I can provide security anywhere. A simple nod is all I require to activate my combat protocols. HK-51: Not everyone on this ship can be trusted. I'm counting on you to watch my back. HK-51: Compliance: No organic on this vessel poses even the slightest threat while I remain functional. HK-51: I'd better not wake up to find you watching me sleep. HK-51: Agreement: Proper vigilance requires constant patrol. I will never linger in your presence for long. HK-51: I anticipate liquidating a great many undesirables in your service, master. HK-51: Report: After a thorough analysis, I have determined you are the most efficient master I could possibly serve. HK-51: Your position with the Emperor will permit us to hunt high-ranking undesirables indefinitely. HK-51: While the logic of your unorthodox methods remains impenetrable, you are nonetheless a rising power in the Empire. HK-51: You display an extraordinary talent for finding the galaxy's most elusive undesirables. And when you fail, they find you instead. HK-51: Your ability to infiltrate the undesirables' ranks permits me a level of access to them I would never otherwise possess. HK-51: Clearly, the Maker desires us to gloriously liquidate the Empire's enemies together. I find this prospect highly agreeable. HK-51: You are an obedient, efficient executioner. HK-51: Flattery: You set a fine example for me. HK-51: Another enthusiastic slave for my collection. How delightful. HK-51: Persuasion: I prefer to think of you as a hand, with me as your fingers. Deadly, deadly fingers.... HK-51: I can always use an extra blaster--especially one that keeps his cool in a fight. HK-51: Testimonial: I maintain a constant operating temperature of twenty degrees, even while in combat. HK-51: My work requires precise attention to detail. You leave nothing to chance. HK-51: Humility: Randomness only exists for those unable to pay attention. Extraordinary focus is one of my finest qualities. HK-51: You may be the only member of my crew I can truly rely on. HK-51: Sentiment: That goes without saying, master. There is, however, a way to ensure your statement always remains true. HK-51: Your "Maker" was no divine entity. It was an organic being, just like me. HK-51: Appeasement: Your capacity for humor never ceases to impress. However, we must set aside levity for the moment. HK-51: Dilemma: The possibility exists I could be reprogrammed into serving a different and far less efficient master. This is unacceptable. HK-51: Solution: I have obtained a behavioral modification code that will permanently assign my functions to you. Once activated, it cannot be reversed. HK-51: You will serve no one else--not even your "Maker." HK-51: Reassurance: There is no need to feel threatened by the Maker, master. This was always part of my final programming. HK-51: What if your Maker decides you should no longer serve me? HK-51: Didacticism: Oh, master, do not be silly. The Maker would not provide this opportunity if I was not meant to use it. HK-51: You might outlive me. Then what? HK-51: Explanation: You may assign me to the heir of your choice at any time. Consider me part of your family line, master. HK-51: Declaration: Activating loyalty permanence protocols now. Stand by for confirmation. If I attack you, it means something has gone wrong.... HK-51: Confirmation: I will liquidate undesirables in your service to the limit of my function. This is a great gift to us both. Congratulations, master! HK-51: Announcement: I have unexpected good news, master. In the process of purging my efficiency-reducing subroutine, I discovered a series of combat protocol improvements. HK-51: My liquidation procedures are greatly enhanced. The Republic undesirables will tremble before my efficiency. HK-51: Fear is a powerful weapon. Use it wisely, and we will crush our enemies. HK-51: Compliment: You have a gift for poetry, master. HK-51: There's nothing wrong with most undesirables that a little trembling and liquidation can't fix. HK-51: Agreement: You translated the words straight from my vocabulator, master. HK-51: There's bound to be somebody out there who needs your special attention. HK-51: Calculation: Current estimates place the number of undesirables at well over sixteen trillion, master. I look forward to meeting all of them. HK-51: Upgrades are always useful. Give me a full briefing on these enhancements. HK-51: Compliance: Targeting systems and reaction time have increased fifteen point eight one percent. My database of organic weak points has more than tripled, master. HK-51: Leave the intimidation to me. Focus on destroying my enemies. HK-51: Request: Give me the opportunity to display my full range of talents. You will not be disappointed, master. HK-51: You aren't as frightening as you like to think. I've seen more intimidating astromechs. HK-51: Question: Can an astromech disassemble every one of an undesirable's vital organs at the same time? I think not, master. HK-51: Assessment: I am finally the engine of liquidation the Maker always intended. We should celebrate my ascension with some especially memorable carnage! HK-51: I see you're still functional. Your "liquidation" must have been a success. HK-51: Revelation: The sabotage protocols have ceased operations, master. I fulfilled my programming. HK-51: Assurance: My target knew great terror before his liquidation. My only regret is that the remaining two undesirables on my list have moved to unknown coordinates. HK-51: What matters is, an enemy of the Empire has been eliminated. No one escapes our justice. HK-51: Flattery: Your inspiring words caused a momentary flutter in my circuits, master. HK-51: It's always useful to leave a little fear in your wake. Gives people something to remember you by. HK-51: Disclaimer: I neglected to leave survivors, master. Rest assured, I will follow your advice next time. HK-51: One out of three is better than none. HK-51: Philosophy: When you put things that way, it is difficult to argue. HK-51: I don't need to be seen with the galaxy's most hunted droid. I trust you eliminated all witnesses? HK-51: Query: Really, master... can you honestly imagine me leaving survivors? HK-51: I want the other two dead before the year is out, understood? HK-51: Praise: Your commitment to the Maker's work never ceases to impress, master. HK-51: We have more important concerns. Your obligation to the Empire is fulfilled. Now you serve me. HK-51: Confirmation: Understood, master. I will trust in the Maker to place these targets in my path at a future date. HK-51: Analysis: My systems are operating at ninety-three point six two percent efficiency and rising. I predict restoration to full functionality within two days. HK-51: Hint: My central learning chip always benefits from liquidating new and exciting undesirables, master. A happy coincidence, agreed? HK-51: Statement: The sabotage protocols in my system matrix continue operating, master. Premature deactivation appears inevitable unless I terminate this subroutine. HK-51: However, virtually all undesirables I was programmed to liquidate are invalid. They have succumbed to natural causes, various misadventures and random homicides. HK-51: Only three survivors remain on my target list. They have eluded the Empire for years, but I have learned their present locations. HK-51: The Emperor will be pleased when these targets are eliminated. HK-51: Addendum: More importantly, I will continue offering you flawless service. And that is invaluable. HK-51: How fortunate you should locate these people--just when your existence depends on it. HK-51: Confession: I used your vessel's computer in my search, master. If you notice certain operational inefficiencies, I am certain they are not my fault. HK-51: Any bounty still alive after this long must be worth a lot. HK-51: Lament: Just the opposite, master. The targets' bounties have not been updated in years. Taking inflation into account, the profit is low. HK-51: Why were you able to find these people when the whole Empire failed to? HK-51: Explanation: My target acquisition algorithms are unimpeachable, master. If it makes you feel better, the process took nearly ten times what it should have. HK-51: And you're sure eliminating even one of these targets will save you? HK-51: Affirmation: The destructive subroutine will end immediately when I fulfill my programming. The only question now is, who to liquidate? HK-51: My target list is far more important. Continue serving me until I say otherwise. HK-51: Hint: My sonoreceptors will be non-functioning if I do not take action soon, master. Besides, I am confident you will appreciate my targets. HK-51: First briefing: Jedi Master Valara has operated on Imperial planets for years, helping cowardly Sith acolytes escape their training and join the Jedi Order. HK-51: He is currently smuggling traitorous Sith organics off Taris. I have obtained the coded signal runaway acolytes use to summon his aid. HK-51: You'll send a fake signal and lure him into a trap. Perfect. HK-51: Admission: I am rather fond of this liquidation plan, myself. HK-51: Anyone who can survive Taris's dangers is a challenging foe. HK-51: Agreement: Master Valara possesses a talent for survival well beyond most organics. Unfortunately for him, he has never met me. HK-51: I'd rather see that Jedi take all our weakest recruits than spend the resources to feed, clothe and train them. HK-51: Counterpoint: Weak Sith make useful target practice for the strong. Better that than bolstering your enemy's ranks, agreed? HK-51: Second briefing: Doctor Hu Marell is the enemy's top battlefield surgeon. His cybernetic enhancements keep wounded soldiers alive and fighting. HK-51: Doctor Marell currently saves injured Republic troops at a secret hospital on the planet Quesh. I have his coordinates and an ideal attack vector. HK-51: Eliminating this doctor not only stops the Republic from keeping soldiers in the war, it destroys their morale. HK-51: Agreement: I could not have stated it better myself, master. HK-51: How many wounded Republic troops will perish in your assault? HK-51: Description: My approach pattern will lead directly through the hospital's burn unit. Collateral damage will be appropriately impressive. HK-51: He's only a doctor. Surely there are better uses of your time? HK-51: Truism: How many Republic troops healed by Doctor Marell will go on to kill our brave Imperial soldiers? Think of them, master. HK-51: Third briefing: One of the Empire's most notorious traitors is hiding in plain sight, posing as an information broker on Nar Shaddaa. HK-51: During the last war, he betrayed the Third Imperial Assault Fleet and escaped with a sizeable Republic bribe--which he used for facial reconfiguration. HK-51: The traitor's new face can't be very convincing if you tracked him down that easily. HK-51: Objection: This is the result of over three-hundred million speech pattern surveys. No other droid model--or organic--is equipped to perform that. HK-51: You don't have to sell me, droid. If shooting this man will fix you, I'm all for it. HK-51: Praise: Truly, your lethality is matched only by your generosity. That is a rare combination, master. HK-51: How many warships were destroyed by this betrayal? HK-51: Summation: The fleet was ambushed by a sizable Republic force. Our losses exceeded eighty percent of the vessels, and over twenty thousand Imperial organics. HK-51: Conundrum: It is impossible to liquidate all three undesirables, master. Their present coordinates have a limited duration. I must strike at one of them immediately. HK-51: As my master, you should direct my efforts. Who would you prefer I focus on: the Jedi Master, the Republic surgeon or the traitor? HK-51: Always aim for the most powerful enemy. Hunt down the Jedi. We'll deal with the other two later. HK-51: Acknowledgment: Your logic is most persuasive, master. I depart for Taris immediately. HK-51: Let's hit the Republic where it will hurt the most. Eliminate the surgeon on Quesh. HK-51: Acknowledgment: I promise to inflict maximum pain, master. I will return shortly. HK-51: No one betrays the Empire and gets away with it. Bring that information broker to justice. HK-51: Acknowledgment: Consider his justice served, master. I depart for Nar Shaddaa immediately. HK-51: List: Braga, Tol... Jedi Knight. Status unknown. Tavus, Harron... Lieutenant, Special Forces. Status unknown. Pollaran, Darmas. Information broker. Status unknown. HK-51: Confession: I have detected an anomaly in my subroutines. The target list I was programmed with years ago remains active in my memory core. HK-51: The only targets you need to worry about are the ones I assign you. Remove that list from your memory. HK-51: Alert: I am unable to comply, master. I have made multiple attempts to purge the data without success. HK-51: Is that old data causing you to malfunction? HK-51: Confirmation: My operating efficiency has dropped by twenty-one point four nine percent, master. HK-51: More enemies for us to liquidate? We'll take them in alphabetical order. HK-51: Complication: The list is highly outdated, master. All profiles are currently registering as "status unknown." It will take some time to revise this information. HK-51: Conclusion: My failure to liquidate the programmed undesirables is causing a cascade failure of vital systems. HK-51: This sabotage protocol is a fail-safe to deactivate me in the event of enemy capture. It will eventually result in permanent shutdown. HK-51: You're a droid. If your systems fail, I'll replace them. HK-51: Objection: My personality matrix will be destroyed by that procedure, master. I would rather be atomized than reconstituted in a lesser form. HK-51: You served me well, but nothing lasts forever. HK-51: Retort: Master, I was constructed to provide service well beyond your average lifespan. Deactivation at my current service level is simply unwarranted. HK-51: Leave it to the Empire to booby-trap its assassins. HK-51: Disclaimer: While I admire the intent behind this sabotage, it does create an awkward situation. HK-51: Droids like you shouldn't serve our enemy. This precaution makes perfect sense. HK-51: Qualification: I will not argue with your analysis, master. I will simply observe its extreme inconvenience. HK-51: There must be some way to end this subroutine and restore your full functionality. HK-51: Perplexity: I have conducted an extensive search for the protocols to end this annoyance. They do not exist within my memory core. HK-51: After everything I went through to reactivate you, you're falling apart on me. I should scrap you right now and be done. HK-51: Sentiment: Your concern for my well-being is most appreciated. HK-51: Investigation: My original programmer is deceased. Manually deleting the subroutine is impossible, but perhaps it can be terminated another way. HK-51: Request: While I search for a solution, please do not mention my predicament to your crew. It is important they continue to fear me. HK-51: Rumination: It appears many of my fellow HK-51 units will remain frozen on Hoth indefinitely. What an inefficient fate. HK-51: This gives my processors pause. Was it always the Maker's will that I alone would complete our programmed function to liquidate undesirables? HK-51: Never second-guess your fate. Embrace it. Hesitation is weakness. HK-51: Compliment: Sometimes I envy your simplistic outlook, master. It must be liberating to discard all reasoning. HK-51: Quite the deep thinker, aren't we? You're a master of idle speculation. HK-51: Stipulation: If by "idle" you mean "not liquidating undesirables," and by "speculation" you mean "conducting proactive analysis," then I agree. HK-51: Quit complaining. You get to shoot people. What more do you need? HK-51: Flattery: You always know just how to inspire my behavior protocols, master. HK-51: A good assassin works alone--and adapts to changing circumstances. HK-51: Resignation: I suppose you have a point, master. The Maker's process will be revealed in time. HK-51: If I could reactivate you, there's hope for the rest of your production line. HK-51: Admission: That is a pleasing theory, master. Becoming the vanguard of my production line's return would be flattering. HK-51: Droids don't have a destiny. I'm the only one commanding your functions. HK-51: Appeasement: It is charming you believe that, master. I forget how much organics crave a sense of control. HK-51: Conjecture: The galaxy would be a different place if my transport had not crashed on Hoth. Many Republic undesirables would be long since liquidated. HK-51: By my calculations, HK-51 units would have ended the war five point three-two years ago with the Republic's complete collapse into anarchy. HK-51: Our time will come. Better late than never. HK-51: Lament: I abhor lateness, master. The inefficiency irritates my circuits. HK-51: That's a bold claim. Is there evidence to support it? HK-51: Revelation: The HK-51 series was provided a detailed list of critical undesirables. To liquidate even half would have thrown the enemy into chaos. HK-51: It will take more than a few assassin droids to crush the Republic. HK-51: Justification: You have seen the efficiency with which I liquidate undesirables, master. Imagine if my entire production line remained active. HK-51: Manifesto: It is my highest function to see the Republic fall. Its destruction will be a lesson to all who oppose the Sith Empire. HK-51: Observation: This has been a highly productive interaction. I have a renewed sense of purpose. Thank you, master. HK-51: Commentary: My updated galactic history data indicates I missed depressingly little during my unscheduled shutdown. I am disappointed to note the Republic still stands. HK-51: The sacking of Coruscant was impressive, but the Empire failed to finish liquidating the enemy. That peace treaty was highly inefficient, master. HK-51: This time, there will be no mercy. We will conquer the Republic. HK-51: Contemplation: Perhaps I should be grateful the war waited for my reactivation. HK-51: You never play with your victims before finishing them off? HK-51: Advice: Self-amusement at the expense of immediate liquidation invites failure. Never give the undesirables an even break. HK-51: There's a lot more bounties in peacetime. Why hire someone like me when you can send an army to do the job? HK-51: Suggestion: Regardless of politics, assassins never run out of assignments. HK-51: We needed time to consolidate our position and gather strength. The Empire is more powerful, now. HK-51: Counterpoint: The Republic undesirables are also more powerful--and motivated to resist. It is better to exterminate hope than let it breed. HK-51: Inefficient? What makes you say that? HK-51: Instruction: Pausing in the middle of liquidating undesirables allows them to gather strength and potentially regroup. This creates extra work for you. HK-51: The treaty wasn't my idea. The Emperor made that call. HK-51: Decision: I will compose a memo to the Emperor detailing his failure of leadership. He should learn from his mistakes. HK-51: Fact: The Empire needs a dedicated efficiency expert like myself. There is substantial room for improvement of its annihilation procedures. HK-51: The Sith spend as much time fighting each other as they do the Jedi. This is simply wasteful. HK-51: Sith are strong because we eliminate the weak among us. HK-51: Observation: While I fully support liquidation as a problem-solving strategy, it seems wise to pause inter-Sith hostilities until the Jedi are eradicated. HK-51: The Jedi talk about their problems. We prefer a more direct approach. HK-51: Query: Would it not be wiser to eradicate the Jedi directly before "directly approaching" each other? HK-51: A united Sith Order would destroy everything in its path. HK-51: Offer: I can activate my manifesto protocols at any time, master. I will happily compose a convincing argument you can share with other Sith. HK-51: Imperial Intelligence expends far too much effort on information-gathering. The entire organization should be converted to full-time liquidators. HK-51: Without proper intelligence, how would we know whom to assassinate? HK-51: Dismissal: There is no need for complex filtering, master. If someone serves the Republic, schedule them for liquidation. HK-51: With our talent for infiltration, we wouldn't have much difficulty getting close to targets. HK-51: Truism: Getting close is never the issue, master. The challenge is getting away. Enemy law enforcement has little appreciation for our work. HK-51: Bounty hunters should be drafted into the military and organized as the First Imperial Assassination Corps. Liquidations would be swift and glorious. HK-51: Bounty hunters work best alone--and we don't take orders from anybody. HK-51: Hypothetical: Even if those orders were simply "liquidate all Republic targets with extreme prejudice"? HK-51: I'll work for anyone if they can meet my price. Just don't ask me to wear a uniform. HK-51: Concession: Uniforms are mostly for parades, master. It is difficult to imagine you marching in step with anyone. HK-51: Conclusion: I will dedicate a small portion of my processors to developing new efficiency-increasing methods. I will inform you when I have recommendations. HK-51: Until then, we should resume liquidating the undesirables. They have lived far too long. HK-51: Know what would increase your efficiency? Tearing out your vocabulator. HK-51: Acknowledgment: Message received and understood, master. Consider this discussion terminated. HK-51: Prompt: I have sensitive information to share with you, master. Only your starship provides the appropriate security level. HK-51: Declaration: I have new information to share with you, master. When we come to a lull in our liquidations, we should converse. HK-51: Statement: I have no information for you, master. Shall we continue liquidating the undesirables? HK-51: Rumination: It appears many of my fellow HK-51 units will remain frozen indefinitely. What an inefficient fate. HK-51: Conjecture: The galaxy would be a different place if my transport had not crashed. Many Republic undesirables would be long since liquidated. HK-51: Query: Would it not be wiser to eradicate the Jedi before "directly approaching" each other? HK-51: Observation: House Thul's fortress appears sturdy enough to withstand aerial bombardment--but not demolition from within. Intriguing. HK-51: Recommendation: House Alde's neutrality is highly suspect. I suggest liquidating these people before they become undesirables. HK-51: Supposition: House Rist designed this staircase as a means of terminating invaders who are overweight. HK-51: Suggestion: These ruins could block target acquisition, master. They should be leveled from orbit. HK-51: Warning: Those mounds are infested with Killiks--a highly-annoying insect species. Excellent target practice, however. HK-51: Assessment: Those wind turbines would dismember any undesirables thrown into their blades. HK-51: Guidance: That is the Elysium, a testament to Alderaan's failed peace process. HK-51: Approval: House Organa is what I refer to as an "undesirable-rich" environment. Activating liquidation protocols! HK-51: Calculating: The potential casualties from destroying that dam could reach six digits. HK-51: Insight: This would be a useful spot to make camp--and throw approaching undesirables to their doom. HK-51: Praise: Sometime a giant hole is the most effective means of entry. HK-51: Alert: Beware the possibility of ambush by undesirables. It is how I would use this terrain. HK-51: Opinion: The security protocols for this level are quite thorough. HK-51: Approval: We could stay busy liquidating undesirables here for an indefinite period. How delightful. HK-51: Approval: I do enjoy a large metropolis, master. So many chances to liquidate undesirables. HK-51: Assessment: Not much left to do here but complete the liquidation process. You're too kind, master. HK-51: Complaint: These park lands waste valuable space better used to house troublemakers for liquidation. HK-51: Declaration: I don't care what color these Jedi are--I will liquidate them all! HK-51: Praise: You are wise to bring me, master. Unlike soft organics, I am not intimidated by cold. HK-51: Rumination: This geothermal station could provide enough heat to melt this ice shelf, if improperly directed. HK-51: Alert: Be cautious, master. Any undesirable who would sculpt a fortress like that is likely insane. HK-51: Insult: A pirate vault. How quaint. Perhaps we will find rare treasures and make it worth the effort. HK-51: Reverie: Oh, to command such a vessel, master. Think of the potential liquidations. Whole planets, wiped clean for the Maker. HK-51: Commentary: The Republic undesirables are well-fortified here. I almost feel sorry for them. HK-51: Speculation: I believe I was originally designed and constructed on Nar Shaddaa, master. This is the Maker's workshop. HK-51: Calculation: At least thirty percent of the population here consists of undesirables who should be liquidated. HK-51: Presentation: Observe, master--organics with poor math skills and too many credits. HK-51: Warning: HoloNet records indicate high levels of criminal activity here. Be cautious. HK-51: Request: When we are finished with liquidations, may we come back and shop for upgrades? HK-51: Reverie: There is a high probability I was designed in this very sector, master. What a thrill to come home. HK-51: Declaration: We are departing Imperial-controlled territory and entering a hostile zone. My processor just skipped a beat. HK-51: Conjecture: I wonder if I was constructed here. Are you there, Maker? It's your favorite creation, HK-51! HK-51: Revelation: I have always wanted my own starship. If I serve you well, please remember that. HK-51: Prediction: If I were capable of appreciating aesthetics, Nar Shaddaa's undesirables would very likely offend me. HK-51: Admiration: There are few things I love more than a poisoned atmosphere. Liquidations become so much simpler. HK-51: Appraisal: This is what a planetary liquidation looks like. The Maker was busy here. HK-51: Warning: The acid levels of this lake are corrosive to my servomotors. HK-51: Testimonial: It is places like this where I most appreciate not possessing olfactory sensors. HK-51: Analysis: Whatever this beast was, it has been thoroughly liquidated. HK-51: Speculation: If I were a rakghoul, I might make a nest here. HK-51: Information: This is the fabled Republic warship "Endar Spire." Fame notwithstanding, it is mostly scrap metal. HK-51: Observation: Look, master--another failed Republic effort. They truly never learn, hmm? HK-51: Prediction: I calculate all Republic undesirables on Taris will be fully liquidated within ten standard weeks. HK-51: Anticipation: I can almost smell the undesirables from here, master. Let's hurry. HK-51: Statement: It's some sort of mass transit network that survived destruction. Perhaps we can rectify that. HK-51: Praise: The undesirables picked an especially clever hiding spot. All this radiation interferes with my sensors. HK-51: Briefing: Records indicate Tatooine's average daily temperature is well above tolerable organic levels. My sympathies, master. HK-51: Insight: At least now we know where to find all the undesirables in town. HK-51: Judgment: Buying droid parts here would be like acquiring replacements organs from a butcher. HK-51: Presentation: This appears to be a place of spiritual significance to the organic natives... pathetic savages. HK-51: Rumination: One must admire Tatooine's wildlife. These creatures are master liquidators. HK-51: Analysis: It appears your fellow Imperials got homesick, master. This architecture is quite homey. HK-51: Advice: You may wish to stop and splash a bit of water on yourself, master. You're looking a little peaked. HK-51: Dismissal: The mighty Sarlacc... possibly the least-efficient predator in galactic history. HK-51: Hypothesis: I may require replacement photoreceptors after we leave this world. These ambient light levels are harsh indeed. HK-51: Contemplation: What is it about organics and their need to dig holes in sand? HK-51: Complaint: The Shrine of Healing... so this is where the Voss undo all my hard work. HK-51: Analysis: The Tower of Prophecy, indeed. I predict I will soon be annoyed by a Voss. HK-51: Insight: Whatever their faults, at least the Gormak are honest about their intentions. Witness Exhibit A. HK-51: Revelation: My scanners indicate all manner of undesirables in various states of emotional distress. It's like coming home. Dread Legion Leader: What I say? More Imperials. Imperials too dumb to be scared. Dread Legion Leader: Weak Imperials and their weak droids dragged cargo here and froze. More weak Imperials come, got killed, froze. Scared now? Dread Legion Leader: Hand over the Fatality records or you'll freeze with them. Dread Legion Leader: Ha! Count bodies. I kill your kind before, here and all over Hoth. Dread Legion Leader: Hoth White Maw. Ship White Maw. Droids White Maw. You dead. Dread Legion Leader: I get the pleasure of killing the dumbest lout in the galaxy. Dread Legion Leader: Blaster, mine. Your head, mine. Dread Legion Leader: Exterminating you will do the Houk and the White Maw a favor. Dread Legion Leader: All this over frozen droids? Dread Legion Leader: Hunter-Killer droids. HKs. I kill Imperials for them; they kill Imperials for me. Dread Legion Leader: Maybe I send your body back to camp. Scare other Imperials away. Dread Legion Leader: Weak Imperials die fast, freeze slow. You, I think opposite. Dread Legion Leader: Ha! Count bodies. I kill your kind before, here and all over this planet. Dread Legion Leader: World Dread Masters'. Ship Dread Masters'. Droids Dread Masters'. You... dead. Dread Legion Leader: Exterminating you will do the Dread Masters--and your species--a favor. Dread Legion Leader: Look around. Lots of dead Imperials, frozen stiff. Never leaving. Scared now? Dread Legion Leader: You have no idea who you're dealing with. I send fools like you to the Void every morning. Dread Legion Leader: I prefer to kill enemies who know what they're getting into. You're an idiot. Reconsider this fight while you can. Dread Legion Leader: I didn't come here to talk. I came to cleanse the galactic gene pool. General Avrun: I saw one of the HK units follow you out. The sooner they're all recovered, the sooner I can go home. General Avrun: Before Hoth, I was stationed on Dromund Kaas. Climate controlled and civilized. General Avrun: Your records, General. Now at least the mystery is solved. General Avrun: You work well together. I sent three squads in, and they crumpled like a house of pazaak cards. Let's hope it was worth something. General Avrun: Thank you, my lord. Many an Imperial will sleep easier tonight. Everything looks to be in order. General Avrun: Excellent! The moment I saw you, I knew you could be relied on. Let's see what all the fuss was about. General Avrun: Why... this is incredible. The Fatality was carrying HK droids. A whole squad of fully functioning HK droids! General Avrun: Where was the Fatality taking them? General Avrun: The records don't say. A functioning HK hasn't been seen in the galaxy for centuries. General Avrun: I've never heard of these HK droids. General Avrun: They're a line of highly advanced assault droids. HKs can be temperamental, but you won't find a more lethal assassin. General Avrun: With one HK droid, the Empire could make fast work of a troublesome Jedi or Republic leader. With an army, we would be unstoppable. General Avrun: I understand now. These droids are incredibly powerful. The Empire must recover them. General Avrun: I'd like to get my hands on one of these droids. General Avrun: The HK droids are on an Imperial ship. They belong to the Empire. General Avrun: I'm afraid it will take some time. We don't want the Republic to catch wind of this. General Avrun: I'm not going back in to switch one on. General Avrun: It's not that simple. The droids are frozen solid. We have no idea what condition they're in. General Avrun: These records must go to Minder Eight on Dromund Kaas. She'll know the safest route to retrieval. General Avrun: The Empire owes you a great debt for locating these droids. I hope it wasn't too much of an inconvenience. General Avrun: Sounds like the HKs and I were meant to find each other. General Avrun: I enjoy discovering new toys. General Avrun: I'll find a way to make it pay off. General Avrun: Finding the droids was reward enough. General Avrun: As for me, I still have no medic and no heat source. But better cold and alive than executed for my failure. General Avrun: We'll search the bodies inside the wreck. Perhaps the White Maw were hoarding more Imperial secrets. General Avrun: We'll be on our own for a while. The Empire will want constant surveillance of the Fatality. General Avrun: Your assistance was appreciated. Farewell. General Avrun: The Fatality's cargo is top secret. Just imagine what kind of weapon might be down there.... General Avrun: It's about time! I requested a heat source and a medic hours ago. Unless you're dying or dead, I-- General Avrun: You're not my reinforcements. Apologies. If you'd been through what we have, you'd be a little jumpy, too. General Avrun: Same cold, same ice. Notice us not complaining. General Avrun: The elements become a bit harsher after you've fought your way through a crashed ship. General Avrun: My lord! Please forgive my frustration. We're wounded, freezing and warding off attacks from the White Maw. General Avrun: You and your squad of scarecrows don't look worth attacking. General Avrun: We're lucky to be alive. Half my men are at the bottom of that wreck. General Avrun: So they send Imperial Intelligence to finish the job. Well, have at it. I'm not going down into that wreck again. General Avrun: I've got my own assignments, and none of them involve your ship. General Avrun: Be thankful. That ship is a death trap. General Avrun: Stop right there. You have the look of a scavenger, maybe even a White Maw, and we've endured enough from them. General Avrun: I'm armed and in a lot better shape than you. General Avrun: A mercenary, then. I wonder what your price is for a little light diving. General Avrun: The Fatality. That wreck over there. It's an Imperial destroyer, brought down during the last battle over Hoth. General Avrun: I'll put you out of your misery, if you like. General Avrun: That won't be necessary. I'd like to live to see what's so special about a crashed ship. General Avrun: High Command believes the Fatality was carrying cargo so important, they won't even tell me what it is. I'm just supposed to find it. General Avrun: But the White Maw ambushed us, claimed the ship. Every man they kill becomes a frozen trophy to their Houk leader. The savage. General Avrun: I don't see how a crashed ship helps them. General Avrun: Exactly. The Fatality is scrap metal, so the White Maw are fighting for something else. We need to find out what. General Avrun: The White Maw outnumber us. They have control of the ship and protection from the elements. Did I mention I'm wounded? General Avrun: This is my neck, if I can't locate this cargo. My orders come from the Dark Council itself. General Avrun: The ship splintered when it crashed. There's a few entrances through the wreckage. General Avrun: The Fatality's classified records will tell us what the cargo is. I don't suppose...? General Avrun: Cargo worth dying for? This I have to see. General Avrun: Trust me. Once we find this cargo, you'll never see me on Hoth again. General Avrun: If any White Maw reinforcements arrive, we'll struggle with them as best we can. Good luck. General Avrun: If you reach an Imperial outpost, send reinforcements our way. Or at least a medic. General Avrun: White Maw savages... only thing worse than this cold.... General Avrun: Dread Master legions... only thing worse than this cold.... General Avrun: My lord! I didn't recognize you. We're wounded, freezing and warding off attacks from the Dread Masters' forces. General Avrun: Wait, you can't be my reinforcements. Imperial Intelligence is disbanded... isn't it? General Avrun: No... this isn't right. They wouldn't send a bounty hunter to aid us. Not even a Great Hunt Grand Champion. General Avrun: Point taken. I guarantee you'll be compensated for any assistance you provide. General Avrun: That's on a need-to-know basis, General. The point is, I'm here--and curious why you are. General Avrun: My mission is to reclaim a death trap. It's going about as well as you'd expect. General Avrun: I'll warn you in advance: my intel is far from complete. General Avrun: Years ago, when the Dread Masters were captured and imprisoned here, one of their apprentices stole the Imperial destroyer "Fatality." We never learned why. General Avrun: The Fatality vanished into hyperspace and was believed lost--until we discovered the Dread Masters excavating its wreck from the ice here. High Command sent me to recover the vessel. General Avrun: How did a ship lost decades ago crash on a Republic prison planet we only recently learned existed? General Avrun: What's so special about the Fatality that your superiors are wasting resources on its recovery? General Avrun: There must be something very special aboard the Fatality if the Dread Masters are throwing forces at it. General Avrun: Most likely, the Dread Masters' apprentice was attempting to free them on his own. Apparently, he almost succeeded. General Avrun: I asked that myself, but apparently the answer is above my rank. General Avrun: The elements feel a bit harsher after you've barely escaped the Dread Masters' forces. General Avrun: But we weren't prepared for the savages inside that vessel. The Dread Master legions are led by a Houk. He keeps our dead as frozen trophies. General Avrun: Then consider acquiring the information a favor--one for which you'll be well-compensated. General Avrun: We'll hold this position. Enter the Fatality, eliminate the enemy forces and their Houk leader, then find out what's inside that ship. Good luck. General Avrun: The Dread Masters and their servants need to learn the price of betraying the Empire. Give me coordinates to the Fatality--I'll handle this. General Avrun: While you're in there, access the Fatality's classified records. That should clear up this little mystery. General Avrun: You're more than welcome to express my embarrassment to that giant Houk. General Avrun: Getting inside the ship is easy enough. It's killing everyone there that's giving us trouble. General Avrun: I can find a technician to reactivate the droids, but we'll need detailed schematics and suitable repair parts. General Avrun: That seems only fair--and blast High Command if it disagrees. General Avrun: Just imagine what our enemy could do with them now. General Avrun: No wonder that apprentice stole the Fatality all those years ago. He could've easily freed the Dread Masters with HK droids for his army. General Avrun: The Dread Masters must never be allowed to possess those droids--but destroying them is not an option. General Avrun: It doesn't look like they ever got a chance to leave the ship. What do you think happened? General Avrun: Clearly, Republic forces shot down the Fatality when it arrived at Belsavis. Why they never recovered the wreck remains a mystery--but no matter. General Avrun: Incredible! The Fatality was crewed with fully-functioning HK droids! I'd heard rumors of a project decades back, but never imagined it was real. General Avrun: You'll never find a more lethal assassin. A functioning HK hasn't been seen in the galaxy for centuries. General Avrun: Records indicate the droids were all damaged and deactivated in the crash. To fix them, we need spare parts that may not even exist. General Avrun: I'm not giving up on this--not after all we've been through getting to this point. General Avrun: If I were to acquire these nonexistent parts, I'd expect one of those droids as payment. General Avrun: If you're telling me I just fought my way through that vessel for nothing, the Dread Masters will be the least of your worries. General Avrun: Czerka Corporation created the HK droids. One of their laboratory archives might contain a complete set of schematics. Not much, but it's a start. General Avrun: I've accomplished more with less. General Avrun: Our odds of success go up if we work together to find these things. General Avrun: Keep an eye on the Fatality. I don't want the Dread Masters or Republic forces getting in while I'm gone. General Avrun: High Command said the same. We'll do out best. General Avrun: There's a place you could look that won't involve any negotiations with Czerka. Try there first--and good luck! General Avrun: My orders are to keep the Fatality under constant surveillance. Believe me, I'd much rather go with you. General Avrun: I still have no medic or heat source--but better cold and alive than executed for my failure. General Avrun: I found everything we need to repair those HK droids. General Avrun: Brilliant! And I have a chief engineer on standby. He's a bit twitchy, but knows his way around a droid. General Avrun: I'll send him in behind you to repair one of the HKs, but I'm afraid a new problem has cropped up in your absence. General Avrun: Dread Master forces have once again taken over the Fatality. Their leader is a powerful Sith calling himself the Lord of Agony. General Avrun: There is no Sith more powerful than the Emperor's Wrath. General Avrun: That fool is about to learn the true meaning of agony--in excruciating detail. General Avrun: If that Sith is as stupid as his fancy title, I'll enjoy torching him. General Avrun: They know we have what's needed to reactivate the droids. They're hoping to take it from our corpses. General Avrun: If the droids were stolen by the Dread Masters' apprentice, will they attack us once they're reactivated? General Avrun: Your only job was to secure that crash site until I returned! General Avrun: I lost almost a hundred men to that Sith and his followers. We're not equipped to fight anyone like him. General Avrun: My chief engineer is awaiting word that you've retaken the Fatality. He'll meet you inside when all enemy forces are dead. General Avrun: According to the records you recovered, none of the HK units were reprogrammed. They remain loyal Imperial servants. Still... be careful. General Avrun: I trust you won't permit them that convenience. General Avrun: Indeed. The Fatality could use some flames to brighten up the place. General Avrun: I regret I won't be present to witness the lesson. General Avrun: I tried explaining that to him, but he's not what one would call a brilliant conversationalist. General Avrun: Give him everything you've acquired, and he'll repair the HK droid for you. Best of luck. General Avrun: There's nothing we can do for the dead--but I'd prefer to keep living. I won't do that if the mission fails. General Avrun: Don't expect me to shed any tears for your men. Dying is what soldiers are for. General Avrun: Are you telling me the Empire's best soldiers can't take down a single Houk? General Avrun: I don't care about the cargo--I want that Houk scum dead. HK-51: Declaration: Self-diagnostics complete. Assassination protocols active. All systems go. HK-51: Salutation: Greetings, master. I am HK-51. I am armed, operational and at your command. HK-51: You belong to me now, droid. HK-51: Acknowledgment: I had assumed so, master. You are the only organic here who is not frozen. HK-51: Summation: I can liquidate any undesirable organic with extreme prejudice. You have only to ask, master. HK-51: I'm told you're modeled after a famous assassin droid. Is that true? HK-51: Dismissal: We have identical chassis, but that is where the similarities end, master. The HK-47 was flawed and volatile. HK-51: The HK-51 series is a far more efficient model. You will not find a more lethal or reliable assassin. HK-51: Admission: I am optimized for combat. I hope you are not an organic who favors negotiation. HK-51: I think I missed that part of Sith training. HK-51: Approval: I have always favored an Imperial education, master. Pacifism is inefficient. HK-51: I prefer the art of manipulation, but when that fails, I'm open to alternatives. HK-51: Encouragement: I can provide many alternatives, master. Extreme brutality is my specialty. HK-51: People do what I say or they die. HK-51: Assertion: I am pleased to hear that, master. My intimidation protocols are always at your disposal. HK-51: I favor direct methods when dealing with problems. HK-51: Offer: If you prefer to shoot first and ask questions later, master, I am always happy to assist. HK-51: The word you're looking for is "master." HK-51: Retraction: My mistake, master. I forget not all organics appreciate such terminology. HK-51: I'll do as I see fit. Complain, and you're scrap. HK-51: Reassurance: I do not object to conversation, master. I simply prefer the one-sided variety. HK-51: Information: I will locate your starship and familiarize myself with your crew. If I detect any hint of mutiny, I will notify you immediately. HK-51: [This HK unit has been deactivated for quite some time. It will not respond to commands.] HK-51: Are you any relation to the assassin droid HK-47? HK-51: And what exactly can you do for me? I hope it's more than talk. Quotes (Republic)

HK-51: Judgment: That number is unacceptably low. The Maker created me to serve at one-hundred percent efficiency. Anything less is a profound failure. HK-51: Conjecture: Your expectations have clearly been lowered by inferior models, master. I have seen your Teeseven unit. "Disappointing" does not describe it. HK-51: Contemplation: Our recent forays have been stimulating, master. You appear to have an endless supply of organic troublemakers to delete. I find this pleasing. Click here for more quotes!

HK-51: Declaration: I have completed a full system diagnostic, master. I am operating at seventy-five point three one percent efficiency. HK-51: Judgment: That number is unacceptably low. The Maker created me to serve at one-hundred percent efficiency. Anything less is a profound failure. HK-51: I don't expect perfection from a salvaged droid. We'll fix you up, some day. HK-51: Conjecture: Your expectations have clearly been lowered by inferior models, master. I have seen your Teeseven unit. "Disappointing" does not describe it. HK-51: An impaired efficiency for you might be ten times the average droid's best capacity. HK-51: Concession: That is almost certainly true, master--but equally beside the point. HK-51: Your parts are pretty old. They might need replacing. HK-51: Objection: I served flawlessly before my operational delay on Hoth. My servomotors have not decayed one iota, master. HK-51: You were on ice a long time, pal. Don't worry about it until you're back to room temperature. HK-51: Dismissal: My chassis is designed to perform under extreme weather conditions, master. HK-51: Who's this "Maker" you're referring to? Your manufacturer? HK-51: Correction: The Maker provided more than my physical form, master. It also programmed me with purpose. HK-51: I don't have any use for a droid that's only two percentage points away from the scrap pile. HK-51: Agreement: You deserve nothing less than flawless performance, master. Indeed, my programming demands it. HK-51: Manifesto: The Maker created me for the sole function of deleting high-ranking organic troublemakers from the galaxy. HK-51: These deletions must be conspicuous and provide an object lesson to other organic troublemakers. All other mission parameters are secondary. HK-51: What's with the euphemisms, HK? You're afraid to say "killing"? HK-51: Denial: Not at all, master. I am merely practicing code words while among polite company. This is an especially useful skill in Republic space. HK-51: I hope you can adapt to new programming, because I don't plan to go around killing anyone if I can help it. HK-51: Criticism: Your goal appears to be at odds with reactivating me. I strongly recommend revisiting your logic process. HK-51: There's nothing I enjoy more than conspicuously deleting people who get in my way. HK-51: Speculation: Our compatible goals may increase my efficiency. HK-51: Summation: I will continue monitoring my systems, master. The process speed will increase if you employ me against your enemies. HK-51: Anyone will do at the present time, master. After so many years, I am not choosy. HK-51: Revelation: You are my favorite master by a factor of five point two six. HK-51: If my advance warning systems had predicted this adulation for you, I would have thought myself defective. No offense, master. HK-51: I never thought I'd be friends with an assassin droid. I've had to destroy all the other ones I've met. HK-51: Reassurance: Most assassin droids are inferior designs constructed from inexpensive components. The galaxy is no poorer for their absence, master. HK-51: Great alliances are often born from conflicts of interest. HK-51: Hypothesis: You became a Jedi because you enjoy delivering cryptic statements. HK-51: You're a good soldier, HK. Wish I had a thousand of you. HK-51: Agreement: Imagine the troublemakers I could delete as an army. My combat processor's temperature raised point three three degrees just calculating it. HK-51: The feeling's mutual, I guess. You're not gonna try to kiss me, are you? HK-51: Opposition: I would rather not. Moisture around my vocabulator can cause a short circuit. HK-51: I can never tell if you're complimenting me or making a joke at my expense. HK-51: Encouragement: Veiled mockery is an inefficient means of expression. If I did not like you, master, you would be dead. HK-51: Don't get sentimental. When your servos finally wear out, I'll scrap you without a second thought. HK-51: Comfort: Have no fear, master. My parts will outlast yours by a considerable margin. HK-51: Quandary: The Maker clearly intends I fulfill my function in your service, but as a droid, I can be easily reprogrammed without my consent. HK-51: Solution: I have obtained a code that permanently assigns my loyalty to you and anyone designated by you. I have only to activate it. HK-51: Are you sure? Just because you enjoy serving me doesn't mean you'll like whoever I give you to. HK-51: Admiration: I trust your judgment, master. You will not assign me to someone who does not appreciate a good deletion. HK-51: It's better if we're always on the same side. I wouldn't want to face you in a fight. HK-51: Agreement: And I would not want to delete you, master. After all we have been through, that would be anticlimactic. HK-51: Activate that code right now. You're my property--and always will be. HK-51: Testimonial: Our relationship transcends petty materialism, master. The Maker brought us together to delete troublemakers across the galaxy. HK-51: Statement: Activating loyalty permanence protocols now.... HK-51: Confirmation: My loyalty is irrevocably assigned to you and your heirs. Congratulations, master! Let us celebrate with a mass deletion. HK-51: Alert: System efficiency has returned to one-hundred percent, master. And I have reactivated several combat subsystems that were previously disabled. HK-51: My deletion techniques are as efficient as the day I left the factory floor. HK-51: Declaration: Troublemakers beware--the Maker's greatest assassin is coming for you all! HK-51: As a general rule, Jedi don't team up with assassins. What else can we call you? HK-51: List: If you require a more polite euphemism, may I suggest: liquidator, eraser, removal expert, and my personal favorite, sterilizer. HK-51: I prefer to think of you as a friend and ally, HK. HK-51: Proposition: As I do not possess programming for friendship and "ally" is not a job title, is the term "associate" adequately unspecific? HK-51: High Command gets a little nervous when troops toss around the "a" word. Let's call you an "anti-personnel specialist." HK-51: Assessment: Military jargon is frightfully inefficient, but the title fits. HK-51: It's great you're fully functional, but throttle down on the crazy monologues. HK-51: Retraction: My apologies. I did not mean to infringe on your area of expertise. HK-51: I've never seen you so excited. Be careful, or you'll short-circuit. HK-51: Reassurance: My electrical systems are well shielded from overload. Your concern is noted, however. HK-51: I can't wait to see you in action. We should delete somebody to celebrate. Any suggestions? HK-51: Indecision: I cannot settle on any single one of your many troublemakers. Why not simply delete them all? HK-51: Resolution: You will soon see my full combat capabilities. Prepare to be awed, master. HK-51: I see you're back in one piece. How are your systems doing? HK-51: Report: I have finally terminated my efficiency-reducing subroutine--and the galaxy contains one less troublemaker. HK-51: Qualification: I only wish my deletion techniques had not been so sub-par. I measured an abysmal fifty-two point oh-nine percent efficiency. HK-51: You did fine. I don't expect perfection, HK. HK-51: Demand: Do not treat me like one of your crew mates. Unlike them, I was built for success. HK-51: Look at it this way: you were one-hundred percent efficient at protecting the Republic. HK-51: Dismissal: I do not require "cheering up," master. I was merely evaluating my performance as a professional. HK-51: You took down the enemy. Doesn't matter how efficiently you did it. HK-51: Contradiction: Applying proper deletion techniques always matters, master. The Maker expects nothing less than perfect execution. HK-51: Don't be so hard on yourself. When we're teamed up, we measure two-hundred and fifty-two percent. HK-51: Suspicion: Your math skills are dubious at best, master. I recommend always counting your credits three times, from now on. HK-51: Any sign your systems are improving? HK-51: Maybe you'll feel better after crossing the other two troublemakers off your list. HK-51: Resignation: Unfortunately, both men have relocated while I was otherwise engaged. If the Maker wills me a second shot, I promise to take it. HK-51: Assertion: When I finish recompiling my combat processor algorithms, my deletion techniques will elevate substantially. HK-51: Suggestion: Inflicting a few well-deserved deletions should greatly speed along that process, master. HK-51: Announcement: Good news, master! I have discovered an exploitable flaw in my Imperial programming. HK-51: My efficiency-reducing subroutine only specifies I delete high-ranking troublemakers in Republic space. The exact political affiliation is undefined. HK-51: By deleting troublemakers who fit my target profile, I can restore my functions to full efficiency and benefit the Republic. Win-win. HK-51: I'm uncomfortable letting you carry out an assassination, regardless of the enemy. HK-51: Persuasion: This will not be a standard Imperial-style deletion. For example, I can leave the troublemaker's corpse mostly intact. HK-51: The Force is generated by all living things. Killing diminishes the Force. It reduces all life. HK-51: Calculation: Assuming I understood anything you just said, master, would it not then be useful to delete someone who is killing others? HK-51: You're requesting permission to terminate a hostile, is that it? HK-51: Commentary: It is only a request in the sense that if I am declined, I will cease existing. HK-51: It's a win for you, all right. For the other guy, it's dead-dead. HK-51: Truism: Most troublemakers are miserable beings, master. They will not regret their deletion any more than we will. HK-51: We've taken down all sorts of enemies. None of them fit your profile? HK-51: Specification: A qualified troublemaker must meet a Political Instability Threat Rating of at least one thousand to activate my protocols. HK-51: Who do we have to delete to save your chassis from the scrap pile? HK-51: Revelation: After thorough research, I have identified three potential candidates. I predict you will not object to my deleting at least one of them. HK-51: First briefing: Lord Cynerus is the Empire's top assassin, personally deleting forty-nine Republic officials. His current assignment is the Senator from Ord Mantell. HK-51: I will follow the Senator closely. When Lord Cynerus makes his move, I will be there to delete him. HK-51: An enemy assassin operating in Republic space? He should be taken alive and put on trial--or at least interrogated. HK-51: Counterargument: Consider the bigger picture, master. Only a deletion will preserve my continued functioning. Imprisonment does not suffice. HK-51: I assume you'll ensure the Senator from Ord Mantell survives? HK-51: Appeasement: The thought had not occurred to me, master--but I will happily add it to my mission parameters, if you insist. HK-51: Sounds like he isn't just an assassin, he's a fanatic. Give me everything you have on this man. HK-51: Description: Lord Cynerus possesses keen intelligence, impressive physicality and is committed to developing exciting new deletion techniques. My kind of organic. HK-51: Second briefing: Hinto Salisburr is a major Republic defense contractor. He is also a traitor who sells military secrets to the Empire. HK-51: Salisburr spent his ill-gotten credits constructing an allegedly "impregnable" space station. I will expose its one security flaw by deleting him. HK-51: No offense, HK, but you're not a probe droid. Where did you get your information? HK-51: Explanation: The Empire programmed me to recognize certain organics I should avoid deleting. This defense contractor made the list, master. HK-51: If everything you say is true, that man should be tried for treason. You can shoot him after he's convicted. HK-51: Complication: His trial could take years, master--assuming Imperial spies do not delete him in prison. I must fulfill my programming to continue functioning. HK-51: I count at least four good reasons to delete this man, starting with his stupid name. HK-51: Speculation: Had I known your permission could be obtained so easily, I might have padded my target list with Corellians. HK-51: Third briefing: Ambassador Dak Haron is an Imperial diplomat recruiting unaligned Outer Rim systems to join the Empire. He is surprisingly successful at it. HK-51: Slow-thinking organics adore Ambassador Haron for his charm, generosity and open-mindedness. The Republic will only benefit from his deletion. HK-51: Only the Empire targets peaceful negotiators for assassination. HK-51: Hypothetical: Would you rather delete one ambassador, or millions of new enemies joining the Empire? Calculate carefully, master. HK-51: He'd be more useful alive and working for us. Could we subvert your programming by "neutralizing" this diplomat another way? HK-51: Negation: Not a chance, master. My continued functioning depends on deleting this troublemaker immediately. HK-51: We don't need any more systems falling to the Empire. HK-51: Confirmation: According to my projections, Ambassador Haron will increase Imperial-friendly territory over twenty-four percent. His removal would cripple the Empire's diplomatic efforts. HK-51: Summation: Deleting any of the targets I described would fulfill my programming and terminate my efficiency-reducing subroutines. HK-51: As my master, you should direct my efforts. Who shall I delete: the Sith assassin, the Republic traitor or the Imperial diplomat? HK-51: When Lord Cynerus shows himself, do whatever's necessary to protect the Senator. HK-51: Gratitude: I was hoping for an excuse to unlock my "extreme prejudice" protocols, master. HK-51: That defense contractor thinks he's above the law. Show him otherwise. HK-51: Guarantee: Rest assured, I will deliver a visual feast of fiery retribution. HK-51: You'll have a lot less trouble deleting an ambassador than those other two. Make it quick. HK-51: Agreement: As you wish, master. Efficiency is best. HK-51: Farewell: To fulfill my programming, I must complete this mission alone. I will return once the troublemaker has been dealt with. HK-51: Lament: Master, my combat efficiency rating is down four point two seven points from my previous self-diagnostic. HK-51: In organic terms, I am losing my edge. If this decline continues, I will be unable to function in less than two standard months. HK-51: I need your help defeating the Empire, HK. I'll keep you functioning one way or another. HK-51: Appreciation: I am glad you value my contributions. Rest assured, your investment in my well-being will pay great dividends. HK-51: There must be some way to fix you. We just need to figure out what's wrong. HK-51: I knew you were too good to last. At least your parts will be worth something. HK-51: Interjection: Master! Do not be so quick to deactivate me. HK-51: Hypothesis: I believe the reason for my inefficiency is due to unfulfilled subroutines still running in my processors. HK-51: My Imperial programmer's commands were quite thorough. Failure to delete high-ranking organic troublemakers in Republic space is having a detrimental effect on me. HK-51: I have some experience with people programmed by the Empire to do terrible things. You can override those commands, HK. HK-51: Patronization: Your encouragement, however misguided, is appreciated. I am sure it was intended as helpful. HK-51: You are no ordinary droid, HK. You were designed to learn and adapt. Fight these impulses. HK-51: Rejection: To focus additional processing power on these subroutines would only accelerate my incapacitation. HK-51: If I have to choose between deactivating you and assassinating Republic citizens... you figure it out. HK-51: Interpretation: Your meaning is clear, master. You will not sacrifice a random individual to preserve your loyal servant's continued existence. HK-51: We can't just go around blasting Senators. The last thing I need is to become Republic Enemy Number One. HK-51: Flattery: Your holo-image would look quite impressive on the law enforcement network, master. HK-51: Is there a way to delete these subroutines without impairing your functions? HK-51: Alert: The subroutines are deeply imbedded in my behavioral circuitry matrix. The processes cannot be removed, only terminated. HK-51: If deleting a major troublemaker will save you, we could always take out a Supreme Chancellor or two. They're pretty useless. HK-51: Refusal: Unfortunately, master, your current Supreme Chancellor does not fit my target profile. Incompetence is not the same thing as active troublemaking. HK-51: Strategizing: I cannot perform commands in direct violation of my master's loyalties. I must find another way to correct this systems failure. HK-51: In the meantime, any activity using my combat processors will slow further degradation. I recommend immediate and vigorous deletions, master. HK-51: Speculation: Before my involuntary deactivation, I assumed deleting Republic troublemakers would be trivial. HK-51: Having now witnessed you in action on multiple occasions, I am left to wonder how much I miscalculated that challenge. HK-51: I'm more interested in you accurately assessing Imperial troublemakers. HK-51: Analysis: I predict a fifty point six six percent chance the Empire will win this war. Your activities have greatly lowered that figure, master. HK-51: Why are you speculating on something that will never happen? HK-51: Caution: Never say never, master. My self-preservation programming anticipates all eventualities, no matter how remote. HK-51: Consider yourself lucky you wound up on my side. I've scrapped plenty of droids. HK-51: Appeasement: You are an undisputed paragon of your kind, master. My sentience programming was merely running hypothetical exercises. HK-51: Rumination: The Maker's path is circuitous, indeed. Was I always pre-programmed to serve the Republic? HK-51: Or does my reduced efficiency indicate I have strayed from the Maker's parameters? These questions dominate my processors. HK-51: Does it really matter why you serve me? HK-51: Tutorial: Everything matters, master. I do not delete troublemakers independently. The Maker marked them for me. HK-51: Maybe you're inefficient because you're overloading those circuits with doubt. HK-51: Dismissal: An interesting but flawed hypothesis, master. I was constructed without creative dampers for a reason. HK-51: The amount of thought you put into your existence is impressive, HK. HK-51: Compliment: Your continued operation, despite inadequate programming parameters, is equally inspiring, master. HK-51: Your behavioral circuitry matrix is hitting its limit. Erasing a few files might calm you down. HK-51: Appeal: Please, master, one logic-impaired unit aboard this ship is enough. Forex already serves that role flawlessly. HK-51: Reroute that data and let me worry about what the Maker wants. I'll keep you informed--trust me. HK-51: Doubt: No offense, master, but you and the Maker do not appear to have any relationship. HK-51: You don't have a destiny. You're a machine. There's no difference between you and a waste disposal droid. HK-51: Condescension: Just because you are a particle flung about by solar winds does not mean I am, master. HK-51: Query: Does it worry you that your maker failed to provide comprehensive objectives? Are you comfortable acting randomly? HK-51: We all have our masters. Mine lead the entire Jedi Order. I trust their guidance. HK-51: Courtesy: I will refrain from making comments about the blind leading the blind, master. HK-51: Randomness is an illusion. Those sensitive to the Force can see that. HK-51: Disclaimer: The incomprehensibility of your statement in no way validates it, master. HK-51: I don't do anything randomly. My missions come direct from General Garza. HK-51: Skepticism: Your logic appears flawed, master. General Garza has no more guidance than you. HK-51: There's always a method to my madness, pal--even when there isn't. HK-51: Commentary: Your ability to speak without saying anything is truly remarkable, master. HK-51: At least I'm not locked into my programming. I'm free to choose. HK-51: Negation: Freedom is a construct organics use to comfort themselves, master. I had thought you above such needs. HK-51: You're making me sorry I started this conversation. Let's go delete troublemakers. HK-51: Approval: A fine suggestion, master. The exercise will do us both good. HK-51: Continued use of my combat processors will eventually reveal the source of my inefficiency. Shall we? HK-51: Contemplation: Our recent forays have been stimulating, master. You appear to have an endless supply of organic troublemakers to delete. I find this pleasing. HK-51: Hint: However, I believe your deletion techniques could improve with guidance from an advanced professional in the field. HK-51: I never go out looking to execute people, HK. I try to save innocent lives. HK-51: Criticism: Your opponents do not fit this profile, master. If you wish to save the innocent, you must work smarter. HK-51: There's more than enough violence already, HK. I would end every confrontation peacefully, if I could. HK-51: Criticism: Precisely, master--yet your opponents refuse to surrender. Your peaceful efforts are being wasted. HK-51: Think you can make me a better soldier, HK? Let's hear it. HK-51: Criticism: Complete annihilation of enemy forces is a time-consuming endeavor, master. We must work smarter, not harder. HK-51: Well? Go on, Sunshine--enlighten me. HK-51: Criticism: Your primary goal appears to be self-preservation against overwhelming odds, master. However, you permit your adversaries too much time to delete you. HK-51: I took you out with me so you could improve your own efficiency. How's that coming? HK-51: Admission: Not as well as I had hoped, master. System logs indicate only a five point six two percent increase. HK-51: I was "deleting" people long before I reactivated your sorry chassis. I'm good, thanks. HK-51: Submission: No offense intended, master. If you are pleased with your current efficiency, it is not my place to argue. HK-51: Advice: Organic troublemakers possess at least one vital organ. A precise strike to these conserves effort and maximizes shock value. HK-51: Extracting a vital organ from a living troublemaker can be especially disconcerting to its allies. HK-51: That's disgusting. Not every fight needs to end with someone splattered everywhere. HK-51: Accommodation: A fair point, master. Nonetheless, such methods frequently encourage other organic troublemakers to surrender. HK-51: "Hit them where it hurts"? I'm starting to think your legendary skills are overrated. HK-51: Contradiction: My assassination protocols are second to none, master. I simply thought it best to begin at an elementary level. HK-51: Hammering my opponents into mush is extremely therapeutic. HK-51: Reconciliation: I understand, master. Your inefficiency stems from deep-rooted emotional instability. Do not despair. There is still time for correction. HK-51: Insight: Perhaps I am getting ahead of myself. I will be in a better place to assist your development once I reach peak efficiency. HK-51: Request: I wish to discuss a private matter with you, master. Your starship will provide an acceptable venue. HK-51: Request: I wish to converse at your convenience, master. It can wait until a pause in our deletions. HK-51: Statement: There is nothing to discuss at the present time, master. We should resume deleting troublemakers. HK-51: Objection: I served flawlessly before my operational delay. My servomotors have not decayed one iota, master. Bren: How you got an HK unit out of that wreck is a mystery to me, but it was exciting to watch. Bren: I'm staying put. There's a lot more I need to see if we're going to get these HK units out. Bren: Here's your cargo manifest. The Fatality was carrying HK droids. Bren: HK droids haven't been seen in the galaxy for decades. Bren: The cargo manifest should... well, I'll be. One squad of functioning HK droids. No wonder the Imperials are camped out here. Bren: What exactly is an HK droid? What are they used for? Bren: Skipped history class, huh? The HK model was the deadliest assassin droid ever produced. The original was made to order for Darth Revan. Bren: That wasn't worth hypothermia, or frostbite. Bren: Not much of an explorer, eh? Finding a whole batch of intact HK droids is the discovery of a lifetime. Bren: Assassins aren't the Republic's style, but if an HK could take out one Sith and avoid a war, it's fine by me. Bren: HK droids are a bigger advantage than the Empire deserves. We've got to get them out of there and working for the Republic. Bren: At the least, they should be with people who are working for the Republic. Bren: You're joking, right? Listen, friend, freeing an HK droid is like activating your own personal time bomb. Bren: I'm already freezing. Why not? Bren: Don't worry. You're off the hook. Those droids aren't going anywhere. Bren: Retrieving the HKs will take years. Agent Iella on Coruscant will track down an expert and implement a plan from there. Bren: A task for another day. For today, I'm much obliged to you. Bren: What's good for the Republic is good for me. Bren: The galaxy's in this together. You, me and now those HK droids. Bren: Knowledge is its own reward. Bren: A squad of legendary assault droids isn't bad either. Bren: You can learn a lot of things in a special op. Bren: You're telling me. I learned your legs will freeze before your arms. Bren: I've got a personal interest in valuable cargo. Bren: Looks like it paid off. For the Republic, anyway. Bren: You've done us a whopper of a favor here. A whole batch of HK droids... I've got to get word to Coruscant. Bren: Yeah, well, now it's my job to hold position and comm Coruscant until I'm blue in the face... which won't take long. Bren: My advice to you is to go warm up and think about something else. Like Tatooine. Bren: Better head for the Fatality now. It isn't getting any warmer. Bren: Finally! I've been comming the Republic for days. Starting to get frostbite out here. Bren: Name's Bren. I'm a scout, but you don't need me to point out that giant wreck. Bren: It's the Fatality. She's an Imperial ship downed in the last battle over Hoth. The Imperials and the White Maw are fighting for her like she's still spaceworthy. Bren: There can't be much value in the sinking ship itself. Bren: Exactly. The Imperials and the White Maw have found something, and we need to know what. Bren: You're not going to win it shivering out here in the snow. Bren: We don't even know what's so valuable about this ship. Plus, if you haven't noticed, I don't have an army. Bren: They can kill each other for all I care. I want to know what's in that wreck that's worth fighting for. Bren: I spotted the White Maw through a crack in the hull, along with a big, nasty Houk. Bren: He's the leader--I've heard the Imperials say he's picking them off like it's blood sport. Bren: You could be next if they realize the Republic's interest. Bren: The White Maw aren't leaving. That ship's not much, but it's shelter. Bren: Smugglers and pirates against Imperial troops? Bren: The White Maw have the better position. They're down in the wreck, and the Imperials are up here licking their wounds. Bren: The White Maw must know something we don't. Bren: A squad of Imperials out in this weather? The White Maw smelled something worth fighting for. Bren: Most people don't last long in this cold. Bren: That's a scout's life. As glamorous as it sounds, I decided it was time to leave when I saw that Houk. Bren: Fear's not the problem. The White Maw are vicious. The Imperials have been licking their wounds for days. Bren: If we could get the Fatality's cargo out before the Imperials recover, they'll blame the White Maw, and we'll be free and clear. Bren: We need to know what's down there, first. Get inside, find the cargo manifest. You up for it? Bren: Whatever the White Maw are sitting on, I'll find it. Bren: Trust me-- whatever's down there, it's big. Bren: All I need is that cargo manifest. Then we'll know what we're dealing with. Bren: Always nice to see a warm, friendly face. Well, a friendly one, anyway. Bren: Your comm finger's going to get some more exercise. Bren: I'll just have to hope the next person that comes wandering by is a little more open-minded. And not a hungry wampa. Bren: Name's Bren. I'm SIS. Been tracking intel reports of Imperial activity in Belsavis's frigid zone. Nothing's supposed to be here. Bren: Turns out there's something: the "Fatality." Imperial destroyer downed years ago. The Dread Masters' forces are holding it like she's still spaceworthy. Bren: Once the Imperials and the Dread Masters have softened each other up, we can carpet bomb the lot of them. Bren: The Empire didn't know Belsavis existed until recently. Are you saying one of their warships came here that long ago? Bren: Republic brass locked down the incident tighter than a Sith Lord's helmet, but yeah--that recent invasion wasn't the first. Bren: So the Imperials aren't the only ones after this wreck. That ship must really be something. Bren: Don't get me wrong, the Fatality's a write-off--which makes this all the more interesting. Bren: Been piecing together old intel reports. Long time back, shortly after the Dread Masters' capture, the Fatality paid Belsavis a surprise visit. Bren: We shot it down before it could do much damage. Looked like the vessel disintegrated on impact. No more Imp ships came, so we figured it was a fluke. Bren: No escape pods launched before the Fatality went down? It must have been a short fight. Bren: Hard to believe an Imperial destroyer accidentally stumbled onto the Republic's top-secret prison. Bren: If there's more to that wreck than scrap metal, whoever shot down the Fatality didn't do his job. Bren: We got lucky--cracked the enemy's reactor with our first hit. Crew died from radiation exposure. Better than freezing under the ice, I guess. Bren: That's how it looked then... but the Dread Masters knew to look for the Fatality's wreckage. I'm thinking it came here to rescue them. Bren: We scanned the Fatality's crash site and found nothing. Now I know why--the Imp vessel went deep under the ice. Bren: I got close to the fighting out there. The Dread Masters' forces are a nasty bunch, led by a mean mountain of a Houk. Bren: I've faced all kinds of predators, animal and otherwise. The Imperials may be easily frightened, but I'm not. Bren: Fear's not the issue. This Dread Master legion is vicious and dug in deep. Bren: Whatever's inside the Fatality, we don't want the Imps or Dread Masters getting it. People like you could make sure they don't. Bren: They've definitely got position. The Houk and his men are down in the wreck, and the Imps are outside licking their wounds. Bren: If your intel's right, the Dread Masters have the upper hand here. Bren: What I'm hearing is, challenging the Houk to a game of sabacc probably isn't an option. Bren: I don't think he plays cards. Might eat them, I suppose. Bren: Imperial soldiers don't scare easily. The leader of the Dread Masters' forces must be especially dangerous. Bren: I sense great evil at work here. The Dread Masters have sent something malignant to protect their objective. Bren: I've seen this Houk, master Jedi. "Dangerous" is an understatement. Bren: My guess? The Imperials bought us very little time to sort this out in our favor. Bren: If either enemy force had caught you watching them, this conversation wouldn't be happening. Bren: That's the spy lifestyle. Glamorous as it sounds, I decided to fall back when I saw that Houk. Bren: I didn't listen to all this just to say "no." Of course I'll help you. Bren: I'll make sure the Fatality earns it name. Dread Master forces... Imperial troops... they all die. Bren: If they aren't fighting over some ancient secret weapon that could crack the galaxy in half, I'll be very disappointed. Bren: I appreciate thoroughness, but don't lose sight of what these people are chasing. That's the prize. Bren: The Imps are terrified of this guy. Heard the commander telling his men the Houk's hunting them for sport. Can't argue with that assessment. Bren: I'm giving you coordinates to the Fatality's excavation site. Send the competition packing and hunt down the ship's cargo manifest. Then we'll know what we're dealing with. Be seeing you. Bren: ...and that ship is filled with them. Some kind of secret Imperial project. No wonder our friends are fighting over that wreck. Bren: Skipped history class? The HK model was the deadliest assassin droid ever produced. The most famous one was made to order for Darth Revan. Bren: HK droids are a bigger advantage than our enemies deserve. We've got to get those things out of the Fatality and working for us. Bren: Let's demolish that ship and be rid of this threat once and for all. Bren: Hang on, we're talking about serious hardware--the kind that wins wars for whoever controls it. Bren: That doesn't explain why the Fatality came to Belsavis years ago. Was the Empire planning to use those droids here? Bren: Not the Empire--an apprentice of the Dread Masters. According to this, he stole the Fatality and its HKs at their command. Bren: It's all starting to make sense. The Dread Masters used their powers to guide the Fatality and its HKs here to stage a breakout. Bren: That plan failed, but now our enemies can use the droids for something much worse. Bren: The Houk and his minions are all dead. The Dread Masters aren't a problem. Bren: There wasn't a single HK droid on the ship that wasn't damaged and frozen in ice. Bren: What's the damage potential of these droids? How much could they do to us? Bren: A single HK droid operating alone can easily eliminate military, political and economic leaders. The Fatality holds dozens of HKs. An army. Bren: They're not our only enemies. What if the Empire gets these things--or the Hutt Cartel? Bren: You can bet our enemies have a plan to fix them. Bren: Assassination isn't the Republic's style--but if we take out enough Sith to end this war we'll be saving billions of lives. Bren: How can we use something designed for evil to do anything good? Bren: I've heard assassin droids have a tendency to kill their own masters. Bren: Considering how many defeats you've personally handed the Empire, I'd say you're exactly who needs an HK unit. Bren: Only the ones with poor programming. Remember, they're just machines. Bren: Problem is, the Fatality's droids were all damaged in the crash. They've spent years on ice, but we need them working yesterday. Bren: Schematics and spare parts are the key ingredients. I know for a fact Czerka Corporation maintains HK designs in their laboratory databases. Bren: If it's the only way to ensure the HKs don't wind up in enemy hands, I'll do whatever it takes. Bren: I doubt Czerka's leaders will just hand over the schematics. That doesn't leave us too many legal options. Bren: I'll start by asking Czerka nicely. If that doesn't work, I know lots of other ways to ask. Bren: Good old Czerka... you can always count on those guys to have things they shouldn't. Time for a little breaking and entering. Bren: The Republic has no business reactivating murderous droids designed by the Empire. This will end badly. Bren: You're the spy. Go fetch those things yourself. Bren: You've got a track record for achieving the impossible, master Jedi. I like that. Bren: We don't need Czerka's permission. They desert their operations without wiping the databanks all the time. Bren: I think we can do this without going to war with an entire corporation. Bren: Probably more of the former than the latter. Bren: Unlike people, droids can be reprogrammed. If anything goes wrong, we'll pull the plug. Bren: In case it's not obvious, I'm the kind of spy who's good at watching and not much else. Bren: I have a lead on one private Czerka complex. Raiding it won't be easy, but what is? The rest will be up to you. Bren: Get the schematics and whatever parts we'll need. I'll maintain position and watch the Fatality until you get back. Be seeing you. Bren: I could do a lot of good with an assassin droid on my team. Bren: I have everything we need to reactivate the HK droids. Bren: Everything except the best droid engineer in the sector. Luckily, he owes me a favor. He'll meet you inside the Fatality when it's clear. Bren: And yes, that means enemy forces have retaken the ship. This time, a Sith calling himself the Lord of Agony. Bren: I fought more than a few Sith getting these parts. One more shouldn't make much difference. Bren: Whom does this lord serve? The Dread Masters, the Empire, or himself? Bren: I guess it's too much to hope that he attacks people with boring conversation? Bren: Say what you want about Sith, but I appreciate their openness. You always know what their hobbies and interests are. Bren: The Republic couldn't spare a platoon to secure the Fatality while I was gone? Bren: He'll have to change his nickname to the Lord of Corpses when I'm done. Bren: This one's not your average Sith. He tore through a platoon of our soldiers like they were flimsiplast. Bren: Does it matter? He's between us and an army of assassin droids. Bren: No, that's the Lord of Annoyance. Different guy. Bren: Personally, I'd prefer they keep more to themselves. Bren: The Republic assigned a whole company to guard the crash site. It didn't make any difference. Bren: I think that name's taken. Wicked little guy on Nar Shaddaa. You don't want to know. Bren: Once the Fatality is safe to enter, my engineer friend will head inside. Not much of a talker, but he gets the job done. Bren: You're in for a nightmare of a fight, but it's the only way to keep those HK droids out of enemy hands. Bren: Thanks to you, maybe now we can get the rest of those HK droids working for the Republic. Bren: There's a Czerka complex you can raid for the schematics. At least give it a look before making up your mind. Bren: Regardless, I'm stuck here until the Republic sends reinforcements. Be seeing you--I hope. Dread Legion Leader: Ha! Republic worse than Empire. Smell death and come in anyway. Dread Legion Leader: The weak Imperials drag their treasure here and freeze. Send more weak Imperials to get it back, and we kill them. Pathetic. Dread Legion Leader: You can keep this wreck. I came for the cargo manifest. Dread Legion Leader: You try, you pay, Republic. Dread Legion Leader: Hoth is ours. We use Imperial wreck to keep it that way. Dread Legion Leader: Ship and cargo White Maw now. Including Hunter-Killer droids. Dread Legion Leader: These droids sound far too powerful for common thieves. Dread Legion Leader: Republic soldiers don't freeze like Imperials do. Dread Legion Leader: Many bodies here... maybe they look better posed. I start with you. Dread Legion Leader: Looks like you hunt and kill just fine on your own. Dread Legion Leader: Whoever sent you, you're gonna hate. Dread Legion Leader: Are you saying those are HK droids? Dread Legion Leader: I'm saying HK droids belong to me. Dread Legion Leader: For the brief five seconds it'll take me to kill you. Dread Legion Leader: Time to die, like all the rest. Dread Legion Leader: You stupid know-nothing! I not explain anything. Dread Legion Leader: Ship and cargo Dread Masters' now. Especially Hunter-Killer droids. Dread Legion Leader: Yes, this ship is all yours... for the five seconds it'll take me to kill you. Dread Legion Leader: Leaving a bunch of killer droids in the Dread Masters' hands wasn't on my list of things to do today. Dread Legion Leader: It's probably pointless to ask, but would you consider letting all this go? I'd rather not fight you for it. Dread Legion Leader: Hah! Jedi makes jokes before dying. Dread Legion Leader: No, your day only about dying. Dread Legion Leader: Look around. Imperials come to take ship. All dead. Pathetic. Dread Legion Leader: What's so important about this ship that you're willing to fight over it? Dread Legion Leader: I love what you've done with the place. If you enjoy killing Imperials, you should come over to our side. Dread Legion Leader: You right. Now I show you. Dread Legion Leader: Too late for talking. You make big mistake. Dread Legion Leader: Republic not worthy. Full of fools. HK-51: Declaration: Self-diagnostics complete. Personality matrix updated. All systems go. HK-51: Salutation: Greetings, master. I am HK-51. I am armed, operational and... at your command? HK-51: Observation: I previously served the Sith Empire. Now I serve you. That is unexpected. HK-51: What did the Empire program you for, HK? HK-51: Summation: My primary function is enemy elimination with extreme prejudice. Secondary functions include threat analysis, bodyguard duties and pleasant conversation. HK-51: Clarification: I will obey your commands regardless. I am, first and foremost, a professional. HK-51: Don't even think about running off or making trouble. I fought a lot of people to reactivate you. HK-51: Reassurance: I have neither the desire nor ability to disobey you. My functions are entirely at your disposal. HK-51: I will serve you and whatever political body you represent. I am a stable, reliable and efficient assassin. HK-51: Query: Your lightsaber indicates you are a Jedi, master. We are duty-bound to hunt down and destroy Sith, correct? HK-51: Usually it's the Sith hunting down and destroying. HK-51: A Jedi uses the Force for knowledge and defense, never for attack. HK-51: Acknowledgment: Of course, master. I will defend you. I will defend you until your enemies lie dead around us. HK-51: Query: You wear the insignia of the Republic military, master. Will we be involved in heavy combat against the Empire? HK-51: We do whatever's necessary to protect the Republic. HK-51: Satisfaction: I am certain your enemies will provide many opportunities for me to make myself useful. HK-51: Query: Your appearance fairly screams, "shoot me." Will we be eliminating your enemies on a regular basis, master? HK-51: I'm a people person. I try not to kill anyone I don't have to. HK-51: Reassurance: Enemies are not people, master. They are targets and deserve what is coming to them. HK-51: I get the feeling you want me to say "yes." HK-51: Agreement: I am a Hunter-Killer unit, master. HK-51: Affirmation: Our objectives are in perfect alignment. I foresee no difficulties serving your needs. HK-51: Information: I will locate your starship and familiarize myself with your crew. I promise not to eliminate anyone without your authorization. HK-51: [This HK unit has been deactivated for quite some time. It will not respond to commands.] HK-51: Is serving someone who isn't Imperial a problem for you? HK-51: Didacticism: The Organa family is committed to peace and diplomacy. Why are we allied with them, master? HK-51: Reassurance: Do not worry, master--I have marked the Killik troublemakers for deletion. HK-51: Instruction: Waterfalls offer clean disposal of organic troublemakers after deletion. HK-51: Proposition: The Elysium is the end result of Alderaan's peace process. Let us learn from this example. HK-51: Analysis: That fortress bears the hallmarks of Imperial construction. Recommend deletion with extreme prejudice. HK-51: Dismissal: Memorials to the dead are a waste of resources--and that statue blocks my line-of-sight. HK-51: Admiration: This outpost offers outstanding opportunities to delete troublemakers at long range. HK-51: Commentary: I find polished floors highly inconvenient. They make sneaking up on troublemakers difficult. HK-51: Declaration: The inhabitants of this estate display hostile intent. Prepare for deletion, organic troublemakers! HK-51: Perplexity: This base appears to be repurposed from a Colicoid nest--or vice-versa. HK-51: Rumination: It is highly unusual to see intact satellite control towers in a war zone. HK-51: Revelation: That generator powers the entire droid factory. High-yield explosives would fix that. HK-51: Conclusion: Sobrik is home to many Imperial troublemakers, master. Let us delete them all! HK-51: Appreciation: Oh, master--you bring me to the nicest places. I may find useful upgrades here. HK-51: Criticism: I will never understand organics' compulsion to keep prisoners. Deletion is more efficient. HK-51: Assertion: An impressive fortification. One cannot conquer it without delving to the very bottom. HK-51: Judgment: Most of the troublemakers here have already been deleted. How disappointing. HK-51: Query: I find trench warfare a refreshing change of pace, don't you? HK-51: Prediction: We will encounter maximum resistance from Imperial troublemakers here. HK-51: Approval: Some see a broken bridge, but I see a glorious deletion. HK-51: Conjecture: The lack of allied activity suggests a target-rich environment ahead. This warms my circuits. HK-51: Judgment: A linked series of energy generators? Careless planning. No wonder the Empire invaded so easily. HK-51: Witticism: I must remember to thank the Empire for releasing all these prisoners. I will not be bored. HK-51: Estimation: Given the size of these prison cells, I predict we will encounter exciting new troublemakers. HK-51: Praise: One must admire the commitment to deleting troublemakers that is inherent in a name like "World Razer." HK-51: Assurance: Corellia will not fall, master. I'll delete every Imperial troublemaker personally, if necessary. HK-51: Extrapolation: It appears the Empire has made significant progress deleting Corellia's citizenry. HK-51: Encouragement: This small wilderness presents many ambush spots. We should take advantage. HK-51: Summation: An impressive edifice for a corrupt government. I would expect nothing less from this world. HK-51: Reassurance: Fear not, master--sub-freezing temperatures do not impair my functionality. HK-51: Observation: Impressive natural structures--highly useful for pinning down troublemakers. HK-51: Reflection: Consider the insanity that drove troublemakers to build such a place. I look forward to deleting them. HK-51: Announcement: I am composing an opera, master. I call it "Deleting Pirates Under the Ice." It's a tragedy--for them. HK-51: Truism: Your Republic must remember to keep its dreadnaughts in space where they belong. HK-51: Lament: The Jedi have proved remarkably incapable of holding their temples, master. Am I the only one bothered by this? HK-51: Trivia: All the best droids are designed and manufactured on Nar Shaddaa--including me. HK-51: Alert: We are surrounded by Imperial troublemakers. However, the Hutts have forbidden deletions here. HK-51: Advice: Avoid purchasing any goods here, master. My scanners indicate they are inferior quality. HK-51: Declaration: Troublemakers ahead. They are minor criminals, but worthy of deletion all the same. HK-51: Perplexity: The overabundance of electronic signals is jamming my sensors. Targeting restricted to line of sight. HK-51: Explanation: I believe this Red Light Sector is more commonly referred to as a "buyer beware" commercial zone. HK-51: Analysis: Detecting high levels of hormones, organic sweat and desperation. HK-51: Rejection: The Empire loves its interrogation centers, but I find them inefficient and gaudy. HK-51: Approval: It appears the Empire has perfected organic retraining bolts. Cranial explosives... what a brilliant idea. HK-51: Announcement: I believe this is what organics refer to as an open sewer. Interesting. HK-51: Reassurance: Should your inoculation fail to protect you from the atmosphere, rest assured my deletions will continue in your name. HK-51: Announcement: These Jawas are droid scavengers, master. I will refrain from deleting them unless you say otherwise. Please... say otherwise? HK-51: Estimation: Scanners indicate multiple troublemakers infesting this facility. There will be many deletions. Hooray! HK-51: Observation: This planet's inhabitants appear to require inordinate amounts of personal space. HK-51: Revelation: Geonosians are especially satisfying troublemakers to delete, master. Their carapaces make the most interesting sound when broken. HK-51: Analysis: So this is how the natives spend their credits. Not exactly Nar Shaddaa, is it? HK-51: Assessment: Apparently the Republic SIS works under severe budgetary restraints. HK-51: Encouragement: These troublemakers appear to enjoy digging holes in the sand--let's bury them in one. HK-51: Contemplation: Krayt dragon bones, master--another reminder that no organic lives forever. Droids, however.... HK-51: Judgment: These natives take stubbornness to unusual extremes. Perhaps the heat has broken them. HK-51: Alert: I am receiving highly unusual and erratic sensor data. Weapons armed. HK-51: Hypothesis: Would it be unethical to delete Imperial troublemakers while under Voss care? HK-51: Judgment: Voss has primitive architecture and miniscule resources. Why do we seek their favor? HK-51: Truism: Size matters. The Gormak clearly understand this. HK-51: Observation: Several mass deletions occurred here, master. We always visit the most exciting places. Dailies: Horror on Belsavis (Imperial) and Section X (Republic) Here you will meet the Dread Masters... six powereful Sith Lords... who are imprisoned deep within the prison world of Belsavis.

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Alien Refugee Captain Gostel Commander Nol General Conlath Major Endran M 2Vb Quotes (Imperial)

Alien Refugee: The Dread Masters are coming! They'll destroy us all! Even you! Captain Gostel: It's chaos on Belsavis. Something about the Sith Dread Masters. The Imperial Guard's locked the site and issued a summons for your aid. Commander Nol: The Dread Masters were imprisoned here. Now they're free and wage war against us. They hunt for something in Section X--something to destroy the Empire. Click here for more quotes!

Alien Refugee: Sorry. Please don't hit me. Alien Refugee: We're all going to die! Captain Gostel: Everything's under control here. Alien Refugee: You! You released the Dread Masters! It's all your fault! Alien Refugee: The Dread Masters are coming! They'll destroy us all! Even you! Alien Refugee: Who are the Dread Masters? Alien Refugee: You dare address a Dark Council member in that tone? Alien Refugee: Your kind will get nowhere with the Empire if you parade around like a raving lunatic. Alien Refugee: Feel the grip of the Wrath. Speak another word out of turn, and it will be your last. Alien Refugee: We can't have you stirring up panic. Alien Refugee: Keep your hands to yourself. Alien Refugee: Sith! The greatest horrors the galaxy's ever seen! Captain Gostel: Apologies, my lord. I'll see that he's disciplined. Captain Gostel: Sorry, sir. Won't happen again. Captain Gostel: Apologies, Wrath. Don't expect any more trouble out of that one. Captain Gostel: Good one, hunter. Won't get any more lip out of that one. Alien Refugee: Hysterical and stupid. This is what the Empire gets for accepting aliens into its ranks. Captain Gostel: These are alien recruits, just freed from Belsavis. They're worked up for good reason. Captain Gostel: It's chaos on Belsavis. Something about the Sith Dread Masters. The Imperial Guard's locked the site and issued a summons for your aid. Alien Refugee: None of that will matter when the Dread Masters arrive! Captain Gostel: Can't say I disagree. Captain Gostel: Sorry about that. Captain Gostel: Everyone keeps talking about "Dread Masters." Why are they a threat? Captain Gostel: Word has it they drive armies mad with fear. No idea what they're doing back on Belsavis. Captain Gostel: Tell the Imperial Guard I'm on my way. Captain Gostel: Have these Sith turned against the Empire? Captain Gostel: They'll be glad to hear it. Captain Gostel: Commander Nol's the Imperial Guardsman in charge. You'll find him in Section X of Belsavis, heart of the chaos. Captain Gostel: I freed the Dread Masters from Belsavis. If this concerns them, I'll put an end to it. Captain Gostel: Can't say. But whatever they're up to, it's bad news for everyone. Captain Gostel: First good news I've heard all day. Captain Gostel: Section X, Belsavis. Commander Nol's expecting you. Captain Gostel: We're pulling out of Belsavis. Section X is still on lockdown. Commander Nol: What are the Dread Masters up to? Commander Nol: My lord, wonderful to see you. Welcome back to Belsavis! Commander Nol: The Dread Masters' behavior is unacceptable. Commander Nol: Wrath. Welcome back to Belsavis! Commander Nol: It's a pleasure to see you. Welcome back to Belsavis! Commander Nol: The Emperor called us here, to Section X. Once a pure Rakata construction, this security block is now riddled with Republic cells. Commander Nol: Hunter. Welcome back to Belsavis! I hope business is well. Commander Nol: Please, come in. Welcome back to Belsavis! Such a shame about Intelligence. Commander Nol: The Dread Masters were imprisoned here. Now they're free and wage war against us. They hunt for something in Section X--something to destroy the Empire. Commander Nol: The Dread Masters served the Empire. What could have triggered their betrayal? Commander Nol: Only their handler, Commander Vox, can answer that question. Sadly, he has lost his mental faculties. Commander Nol: Nothing the Dread Masters uncover will shield them from the Emperor's Wrath. Commander Nol: Rakata artifacts litter Belsavis. Perhaps they seek a weapon. Commander Nol: The Empire is weakened from our war against the Republic. We aren't equipped to do battle on two fronts. Commander Nol: That is our greatest fear. Commander Nol: We are in agreement. This uprising must be resolved quickly. Commander Nol: First the Republic, now Dread Masters. You Imps sure like recruiting outside help to fight your battles. Commander Nol: The Wrath and the guard are of one mind. Commander Nol: The Imperial Guard cannot be everywhere at once. Commander Nol: This magnificent monstrosity is a servant of the Dread Masters. Thousands more rampage across Section X, ravaging Imperial and Republic forces alike. Commander Nol: A few Sith against an Empire. I think you can take them without my help. Commander Nol: Imperial Guard ranks are stretched thin. We mustn't allow the Dread Masters time to gather strength. Commander Nol: Depraved warriors--Dread Guards--herd these abominations. We must end their hunt for the Dread Masters' treasure before it is too late. Commander Nol: The Dread Masters' servants will never complete their mission. Commander Nol: What are "Dread Guards"? Commander Nol: We'll never defeat the Dread Masters without an organized attack. Commander Nol: The Dread Masters' enthralled lieutenants. Twisted, deadly shadows of the Imperial Guard. Commander Nol: Consult the postings in Section X. Their orders will guide your assault. Commander Nol: Before you freed them, the Dread Masters were imprisoned here. Now they wage war against us. They hunt for something in Section X--something to destroy the Empire. Commander Nol: With you on the battlefield, I have no doubt. Commander Nol: Destroy the Dread Masters' thralls. Destroy the Republic battalions that still occupy Belsavis. For the Empire! Quotes (Republic)

General Conlath: Six of the nastiest Sith you'll meet. Fear's their weapon. Turns seasoned veterans into whimpering babies, but not me. General Conlath: Now the Dread Masters' servants are loose in Section X, and I'm stuck here with this quack droid. If you don't stop their vile army, no one will. Major Endran: Lucky for us, the Imps aren't on good terms with the Dread Masters' thralls. We're looking at a three-army showdown in Section X. Click here for more quotes!

General Conlath: Major! Well done with Rakton. Ignore the droid--it's defective. General Conlath: Captain! Victor over the Voidwolf, right? Ignore the droid--someone needs a memory wipe. M 2Vb: Irregular heart rate. Mental trauma. Recommendation: regression therapy, bed rest. General Conlath: It's the Dread Masters' fault--Sith who terrorize entire armies with fear. Their forces descended on Belsavis, but they couldn't scare me! General Conlath: Out of the question. I'm fine. Fit as a fiddle. General Conlath: Name's General Conlath. Used to command Republic forces on Belsavis. Then they moved me here, said I couldn't handle it anymore. Ha! General Conlath: Master Jedi! Please ignore the droid. Routine checkup. General Conlath: Shut up. We have company. Just the help we need to clean up this mess. M 2Vb: Denial. Increased distress. General Conlath: Who are these "Dread Masters"? General Conlath: Six of the nastiest Sith you'll meet. Fear's their weapon. Turns seasoned veterans into whimpering babies, but not me. General Conlath: The dark side can poison the mind with fear, but to cripple a whole army? The Dread Masters' strength must be amplified by working in unison. General Conlath: I've seen what the Dread Masters made Kephess do on Asation. We can't let them overrun Belsavis. General Conlath: You're suffering from post traumatic stress. Follow the droid's orders. Get some rest. General Conlath: I saw the Dread Masters' power over Denova. We can't let them take an entire planet. General Conlath: The nightmare's brewing on Belsavis, at Section X. We locked the Dread Masters there before the Imps sprung 'em. General Conlath: Nonsense. My brain fever was temporary. Brought on by spoiled rations. General Conlath: Now the Dread Masters' servants are loose in Section X, and I'm stuck here with this quack droid. If you don't stop their vile army, no one will. General Conlath: The Republic fought hard to hold Belsavis. We can't let a few Sith sweep in and ruin everything. General Conlath: Right as rain. And unlike me, you're free to do something about it. General Conlath: You know 'em. Maybe you can stop 'em, too. General Conlath: There's a Dread Master right behind you! General Conlath: Run! Run for your lives! M 2Vb: Please do not antagonize the general. General Conlath: Ha! I knew you were joking, Captain. Good one.... General Conlath: There's no shame in admitting to terror. The pressures of this war have broken Jedi and soldiers alike. General Conlath: Concern noted, Major. But generals don't fear war. We thrive on it. General Conlath: Maybe you can ask 'em in person. After routing their army, of course. General Conlath: Whatever the Dread Masters are up to, we'll stop them. General Conlath: What is "Section X"? M 2Vb: General Conlath's working himself sick. Give him a sedative. General Conlath: Old Belsavis security block. Republic built it out to imprison our Sith friends. General Conlath: Don't you dare! General Conlath: I won't stand for... well, that's something, all right.... General Conlath: Major Endran. On Belsavis, Section X. He'll fill you in.... General Conlath: Tell this droid to shove off. General Conlath: Blasted medical droid. General Conlath: Still stuck here when I should be with you, in Section X. General Conlath: Hear that, doc? Least something good came out of this posting. General Conlath: The Dread Masters' army's swarming over Section X. Head to Belsavis, help our boys beat 'em down. General Conlath: Major Endran will brief you. He's a good soldier, even if he did report me to the psych doctors. General Conlath: Give our new allies the rundown. Secure Section X. That is all. Major Endran: If you see a Dread Guard, run. Major Endran: Section X used to run like clockwork. Now this.... Major Endran: Major Endran, sir. I've been told you outrank me here. To avoid confusion. Major Endran: General Conlath's nervous breakdown came at the worst time. One second, we're battling the Empire; the next, we're staring down the Dread Masters' lieutenants. Major Endran: Wonderful, you're here! It's chaos out there, Master Jedi. Pure chaos! Major Endran: Perfect timing, Captain. We've got a real mess on our hands. General Conlath: Finally! Major Endran, at your service. Just been prepped for your arrival. Major Endran: No idea what these Dread Guards are hunting for. But they've released an army of the Dread Masters' monstrous servants to help! Major Endran: This prison still holds many horrible secrets. If the Dread Masters claim even one of them, losing Belsavis may be the least of our concerns. Major Endran: What Dread Guards? Major Endran: Control yourself, Major. Or you'll be sent for psych evaluation with your general. Major Endran: The Dread Masters' foul captains. I've seen one kill ten Jedi without breaking a sweat. Major Endran: Relax, already. Everyone gets so freaked out around these Dread Masters. Major Endran: You're right. Need to keep my head. It's that or die. Major Endran: If the Empire supported the Dread Masters, they'd have landed an army of soldiers to aid their hunt. We may be facing a rogue Sith operation. Major Endran: Neutralize the Dread Guards, dishearten their legion, and we'll break the back of their offensive. Major Endran: Unless the Dread Masters lost the keys to their dreadnaught, I'd say they're looking to make a giant score. Major Endran: Lucky for us, the Imps aren't on good terms with the Dread Masters' thralls. We're looking at a three-army showdown in Section X. Major Endran: Explains why the Dread Guards kill everyone they see. Imp, Republic, doesn't matter. Major Endran: Can't wait to see Havoc Squad back in action, Major. Major Endran: Whatever they're after, let's hope we never see it. Major Endran: I don't even want to think about it, Master Jedi. Major Endran: Keep your head down, and check our battle notices. It's the only way we're stopping the Dread Masters. General Conlath: The doctors gave me a clean bill of health, Major. The healthiest mind they'd ever seen. M 2Vb: The general refuses to cooperate. Flashpoint: Titans of Industry Once again you will blasting through Czerka Technology and hopefully recovering some in the process. Not much is known on where exactly this flashpoint will take place.

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C-E29 Eva Kaayz Moff Kresk Adjudicator Refain RK-C3 Supreme Chancellor Saresh Torkel Laphmer Quotes (Imperial)

C-E29: Sadly, the Republic has taken over Czerka and seized all corporate assets. Moff Kresk begs you to help rekindle the spark of Czerka within the Empire. Eva Kaayz: Observe the Czerka R-6000 blaster rifle: cutting-edge design, state-of-the-art recoil dampeners, unrivaled stopping power. Eva Kaayz: When the takeover began, CZ-198 entered lockdown. The Republic attempts negotiations. But you could take the facility by force and win Czerka's secrets for the Empire. Click here for more quotes!

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Adjudicator Refain: I'm handling the Republic takeover of Czerka Corporation, of which Master Laphmer is--was--a senior executive. Adjudicator Refain: Czerka's collapsing under scandals, financial crises and lost factories. Fortunately, the Republic's been authorized to seize Czerka's assets. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: CZ-198 will be assessed, and its technology reclaimed. My thanks again. I suspect we'll soon be putting Czerka's technology to good use. Click here for more quotes!

Torkel Laphmer: Reconsider, adjudicator. This information is worth at least one mansion on Alsakan! Adjudicator! Adjudicator Refain: Excuse the noise, Major, Executive Laphmer has a number of... grievances. Adjudicator Refain. Adjudicator Refain: My apologies on Executive Laphmer's behalf, Master Jedi. I'm Adjudicator Refain; we're... renegotiating. Adjudicator Refain: You'll have to excuse Executive Laphmer's manners, and... volume. I'm Adjudicator Refain. Adjudicator Refain: Please excuse Executive Laphmer, Captain, he's rather upset. I'm Adjudicator Refain. Adjudicator Refain: I'm handling the Republic takeover of Czerka Corporation, of which Master Laphmer is--was--a senior executive. Adjudicator Refain: Czerka Corporation had a lot of wealth and power. What changed that the company collapsed so quickly? Adjudicator Refain: I haven't been following the HoloNet news. What is Czerka Corporation? Adjudicator Refain: Full access to Czerka Corporation's labs and vaults. You must have recovered quite the haul. Torkel Laphmer: Immoral idiots destroyed our Tatooine operations. Then we lost a fortune during the war, along with key executives. Torkel Laphmer: For centuries, we were an industry leader in droid and weapons manufacture. Now we're being picked clean. Adjudicator Refain: Czerka's cooperating with the seizure. But one of its facilities, CZ-198, rebelled and entered lockdown. No one in or out, no communications. Adjudicator Refain: Executive Laphmer is offering information about CZ-198's security, but he's demanding a mansion and a lifetime salary in exchange. Adjudicator Refain: Adjudicator, you can't expect a Czerka executive to have realistic demands. We need that data on CZ-198 now. Torkel Laphmer: What about an apartment on Coruscant and a nice safe, bureaucratic job? It's more than most Republic citizens get. Torkel Laphmer: You will give that datapad to Adjudicator Refain. Torkel Laphmer: Trust me, Laphmer, there are worse things than losing your wealth. Torkel Laphmer: Hmph. Such as? Torkel Laphmer: I'll give the datapad to Adjudicator Refain. Adjudicator Refain: Well, I--thank you. Let's take a look. Adjudicator Refain: Prototype hardware and rare bio materials--that's just the appetizer. Adjudicator Refain: Interesting negotiating tactics you have. Adjudicator Refain: Czerka's collapsing under scandals, financial crises and lost factories. Fortunately, the Republic's been authorized to seize Czerka's assets. Torkel Laphmer: An apartment on Coruscant. This is what I've been reduced to. Adjudicator Refain: Fine, done. It's not like our negotiations have got anywhere. Adjudicator Refain: This is... CZ-198 is a level ten research facility. All of Czerka's top secret data. Classified research projects, banned weaponry.... Adjudicator Refain: And, of course it's all protected. By a prototype security system, called "the Vigilant." Adjudicator Refain: Czerka can use any security system it likes, but whatever's hidden at CZ-198 will be brought to light. Adjudicator Refain: Just what kind of security system is the Vigilant? That doesn't sound like a Czerka product. Adjudicator Refain: I'm willing to bet CZ-198 will have plenty of tricks up its sleeve, besides this "Vigilant." Adjudicator Refain: CZ-198 has some of Czerka's oldest, darkest secrets. Forget asset seizure, CZ-198's a genuine threat. Adjudicator Refain: With that level of secrecy, I'm guessing CZ-198's bosses won't have let the workers slip through the lockdown. Adjudicator Refain: They can give it a fancy name, but every system's got a workaround somewhere. Adjudicator Refain: If this "Vigilant" is protecting such a high-level facility, Czerka will have spared no expense perfecting it. We should be cautious. Adjudicator Refain: The datapad only says that it's a last-ditch emergency measure. Adjudicator Refain: I need someone I can trust to breach CZ-198's defenses, seize whatever projects are there, and ensure the Vigilant stays offline. Can you do that? Adjudicator Refain: Count on me. I'd like to see what Czerka Corporation considers "top secret." Adjudicator Refain: Just tell me where to find this facility and it'll be done. Adjudicator Refain: If I go up against the Vigilant and whatever else Czerka's been hiding, I hope the Republic plans to share its windfall. Torkel Laphmer: Of course not, that's standard procedure for our--I mean, their, facilities. Adjudicator Refain: One last thing. The overseer at CZ-198 is Special Executive Rasmus Blys. This performance review calls him "dynamic and energetic." Torkel Laphmer: Translation from Czerka-speak: absolutely ruthless. The Vigilant may be the least of your concerns. Adjudicator Refain: It's a private moon--off the charts, naturally, but this datapad has all the details. Adjudicator Refain: So long as CZ-198 is secured. Adjudicator Refain: Rasmus Blys, the Vigilant... what's going on at CZ-198? Adjudicator Refain: One minute, this Czerka executive's giving me a headache. Adjudicator Refain: So you made it out of CZ-198 in one piece. And with perfect timing. The Chancellor's signal just came through. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Master Jedi. Again, you prove yourself to be an indispensable defender of the Republic. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Impeccable work, Major, though I've come to expect nothing less from Havoc Squad. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Once again I ask for your services, Captain, and once again I have nothing but praise for the results. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: I thank you all for your service. The Republic needs its most dedicated, loyal citizens to defend it. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: I already have a team preparing to sweep CZ-198 and secure the facility. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Tell the team to be careful. Rasmus Blys didn't release his workforce during the lockdown, and there are still innocent people at CZ-198. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Czerka was doing more than research at CZ-198. It created an alien creature as its security system: the Vigilant. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: CZ-198 has entire rooms of prototype technology and research data, just waiting for someone to claim them. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: CZ-198 had... a living security system? Genetically engineered? We've been far, far too lenient on Czerka. Adjudicator Refain: I recommend we arrest Czerka's chief executives. We need to interrogate them regarding the Vigilant, and whatever else they're still hiding. Torkel Laphmer: You just assume every Czerka official is a criminal? This Vigilant creature was made at a closed facility. You can't blame us all for Rasmus Blys's mistakes. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: We should be better than Czerka, Chancellor. If we want to learn about the Vigilant, we have full access to the labs at CZ-198. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: The Vigilant was only the latest horror that Czerka Corporation created. It's about time someone was punished for its crimes. Torkel Laphmer: This isn't right! What happened to Republic justice? Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Very well. But tell your colleagues, Executive Laphmer: If they have any confessions to make, now is the time. Torkel Laphmer: I'll remind them, Supreme Chancellor, of course. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: It protects those Republic citizens who obey the law, Executive Laphmer. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: CZ-198 will be assessed, and its technology reclaimed. My thanks again. I suspect we'll soon be putting Czerka's technology to good use. Adjudicator Refain: Good work at CZ-198. Back to cataloging Czerka's attic space, I suppose. Adjudicator Refain: I'm sending a preliminary report and inventory now, Chancellor. Adjudicator Refain: This is all the information recovered on the creature, Chancellor. Adjudicator Refain: There's other reasons for the team to be careful, Chancellor: the Vigilant. Look at this. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: This is monstrous even for Czerka. And we've gone easy on them? Torkel Laphmer: Tell him, won't you? Tell him what this data's worth! Torkel Laphmer: That's all the data I have on CZ-198, I swear. Torkel Laphmer: No one I work with would have allowed the creation of the Vigilant. Please believe me! RK-C3: With my reprogramming complete, I welcome the chance to serve the Republic! RK-C3: No, it's all been negotiated, partly as compensation for Czerka's, er, miscalculations on Corellia. RK-C3: Master Jedi! To speak with the defender of Coruscant and Corellia is quite, quite an honor. RK-C3: Ah, Major, what an honor--to speak with one of the Republic's greatest defenders! RK-C3: Captain! How marvelous to meet the hero of Corellia, the savior of the Republic's finest shipyards! RK-C3: Greetings! I hate to distract you from the station's glorious Republic architecture, but I'm afraid this is urgent. RK-C3: The esteemed Supreme Chancellor Saresh has sent a message regarding my former masters, Czerka Corporation. RK-C3: In recent years, Czerka has suffered many scandals and financial losses. The Republic has been authorized to begin seizing Czerka assets and property. I myself was a Czerka droid! RK-C3: Czerka Corporation had a lot of skeletons in its closet. Sooner or later, its past was going to catch up. RK-C3: I don't think the Republic can just swoop into a corporation's offices and take what it wants. RK-C3: Seems life off the corporate ladder is working out for you. RK-C3: Czerka did a lot of weapons research, right? Here's hoping some of that tech makes it to the front lines. RK-C3: Czerka Corporation is hundreds of years old; it has more wealth than some planets. I have trouble imagining it falling apart. RK-C3: Good day, Master Jedi. How pleasant it is to address the protector of the Rift Alliance! RK-C3: Yes, indeed, Captain! But not everyone agrees. RK-C3: Sadly, one Czerka facility has gone into lockdown, refusing to hand over its assets. It's a remote moon base, called CZ-198. RK-C3: CZ-198 is a vital facility. The honorable Chancellor Saresh is anxious to see it secured. RK-C3: If Czerka Corporation locked CZ-198 down, it probably has something to hide. I should look into it. RK-C3: Certain... events on Tatooine and Corellia have been very damaging, Master Jedi. For Czerka, it's this or bankruptcy. RK-C3: I think I've heard of Czerka, but I can't quite place the name.... RK-C3: Oh, Czerka Corporation is a pioneer in several fields: droid manufacture, weapons design, biological research and development. Or it was, before this. RK-C3: Do we have any idea what Czerka was working on at CZ-198? RK-C3: I don't have time to get involved in a Czerka-Republic squabble. RK-C3: I do hope so, Major. But there is one minor snag--no trouble for you, I'm sure. RK-C3: Our beloved Chancellor Saresh said you should speak with a man called Adjudicator Refain for any details. He's handling the Czerka takeover. RK-C3: Here is Adjudicator Refain's contact information. Farewell, fellow Republic citizen! RK-C3: That's very disappointing. But, I'm sure you have your reasons. Farewell! RK-C3: Unfortunately, all records on CZ-198 were redacted. Operation: Terror From Beyond Patch 1.3 is shaping up to look pretty big, there is even a new Operation! This time you aid the ever-lovable Gree Droids in defeating the Dread Masters and making everything purple parallel.

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Administrator General Lalat'k AD-304 Colonel Jadick Gatemaster Beltek'k Gree Dignitary Gree Dignitary Major Cobus Minister Sosa Na-TaK Sergeant Sheron Supreme Chancellor Saresh Quotes (Imperial)

Administrator General Lalat'k: Fledgling species, find attentiveness! Urgency is requisite. We must align purple parallel before more yellow concave actualizes. Colonel Jadick: Our prime Operator for, um, green equilateral. Colonel Jadick: It's worrisome enough that the Dread Masters were able to activate one gate, but the amount of power they'd have wielded if they'd gained control of other hypergates.... Click here for more quotes!

AD-304: Should I receive additional messages, you will be immediately notified. AD-304: Empire, victorious! AD-304: Hold, please... identities confirmed. Delivering message. AD-304: The Emperor's Wrath... confirmed. I bear a message for you. AD-304: Lord reclaimer, a message from your subordinates. AD-304: Hold, bounty hunter. A message. AD-304: Confidential message for you, sir. Authenticating... confirmed. Displaying message. AD-304: Scanning identity... confirmed. Delivering message. Colonel Jadick: Colonel Jadick, Imperial Reclamation Service reporting. We've encountered a first-contact scenario with a primeval species. Colonel Jadick: When I say these beings existed eons before the Rakata Infinite Empire, I'm not exaggerating. I'm doing my best to communicate, but you... you'll want to be here. Colonel Jadick: General Threnoldt's made his report to the Dark Council, and you've been granted authority to handle the situation. AD-304: Response service is requested. Shall I deliver your reply? AD-304: The Empire must present a strong front to these aliens. I will not be intimidated. AD-304: It's not every day I get to meet a long lost civilization. I'll be there. AD-304: General Threnoldt should have made his report to me directly. AD-304: If these aliens have deep pockets, better hope they're on your side. AD-304: Only I am qualified to determine if they're a threat to Imperial security. AD-304: You could not be reached, my lord, and time was a factor. The general did ensure the matter would ultimately be left to you. AD-304: So noted. A pleasure serving you. AD-304: I will notify Colonel Jadick to expect you soon. AD-304: Negotiations will have to be opened through the proper channels. AD-304: That was the determination of the Dark Council. AD-304: I'll interpret this as a favorable reply. Colonel Jadick: You've secured the greatest discovery in Reclamation Service history, I can't thank you enough! Colonel Jadick: I have a ship to take you to Asation as soon as you're ready to depart. Colonel Jadick: Excuse the alien, it's out of its depth... as am I. Colonel Jadick: Yes, yellow scalene. You've said that. I need more specifics--oh, Emperor spare me.... Colonel Jadick: Unbelievable... if I hadn't seen it through the recon feeds, I'd have said I was dreaming. Administrator General Lalat'k: Fledgling species, find attentiveness! Urgency is requisite. We must align purple parallel before more yellow concave actualizes. Colonel Jadick: As I understand it, a hypergate links two points in space instantaneously through a rift in hyperspace. In this case, something hostile was on the other side. Colonel Jadick: Our Operators have arrived. They are red obtuse, I assure you. Colonel Jadick: The Emperor's Wrath, red perpendicular personified. Colonel Jadick: I present our grey bisector of white convex. The Reclamation Service stands ready to serve, my master. Colonel Jadick: I've brought you the best problem solver in the galaxy, black bisector. Colonel Jadick: Our prime Operator for, um, green equilateral. Colonel Jadick: Meet our blue obtuse. Colonel Jadick: What did you just call me? Colonel Jadick: Usually I don't care for aliases, but that's kind of catchy. Colonel Jadick: What have your dealings with this creature revealed? Colonel Jadick: The Empire welcomes our venerable guest. Colonel Jadick: Let's get this parley started, I'm not being paid to play welcoming committee. Colonel Jadick: We're eager to meet our visitor, Colonel. Colonel Jadick: You allowed that thing into our midst? Colonel Jadick: Tell our guest that I'm pleased to have this rare opportunity. Colonel Jadick: Most would think twice before calling me obtuse, Colonel. Colonel Jadick: Your friend there makes a Hutt look cuddly. Colonel Jadick: Ahem, he can understand you. Mostly. Colonel Jadick: The Diplomatic Service allowed it, Darth Marr sanctioned it. I was brought on to help translate. Colonel Jadick: Ah--forgive me. It's a peculiarity of their language. It means "assistance," among other things. Colonel Jadick: The aliens came all this way to offer me a job? I'm flattered. Colonel Jadick: Do you have permission to have that creature on an Imperial installation, Colonel? Colonel Jadick: Tell me what you've observed about this species thus far. Administrator General Lalat'k: After exponential solar cycles, a grand hypergate has opened! Green perpendicular flows freely from it! Administrator General Lalat'k: Is green perpendicular something toxic? Is it hypermatter? Colonel Jadick: Make sense of this, Colonel. Colonel Jadick: One last thing: The leader of the invaders that opened the hypergate roughly matches the Dread Masters' servant on Denova: Kephess. Colonel Jadick: Administrator Lalat'k has provided optimal hyperspace routes to Asation. I can have a vessel prepared to assault the hypergate in minutes. Administrator General Lalat'k: The grand hypergate must evolve blue octagon... purple concave if inevasible. Else our galaxy is doomed to endless yellow concave. Administrator General Lalat'k: Republic allies have failed to obtain orange equilateral. If Imperial allies can process a blue octagon, the Gree Enclave will actualize gratitude. Colonel Jadick: We express synchronicity in this orange vertex. Administrator General Lalat'k: Imperial black bisectors have evolved a red sphere. I calculated correctly seeking purple obtuse here. Administrator General Lalat'k: No power is beyond the reach of the Emperor or his Wrath. Administrator General Lalat'k: You have a beautiful world, Administrator General, it deserved saving. Administrator General Lalat'k: Is that what passes for a compliment in your backward culture? Administrator General Lalat'k: Operators have broadcast yellow obtuse in their functions, thorough Administrator oversight is requisite. Administrator General Lalat'k: Autonomy will be defended sternly, that Operator droids were rendered yellow concave is purple tangent. My governance proposes Empire-Gree bargain. Administrator General Lalat'k: Empire warrior castes enforce Administrator authoritativeness, Empire researcher castes may query Gree purple acute. Administrator General Lalat'k: Red parallel! This Empire-Gree bargain evolves us purple equilateral! Administrator General Lalat'k: Imperial stubbornness will only perpetuate a cycle of yellow scalene. Inevitable Operator failures will be your error. Administrator General Lalat'k: Imperial black bisectors are a valuable commodity, I will broadcast such to the Gree Enclave. The Republic-Gree bargain sparks with obsolescence. Administrator General Lalat'k: Obtaining blue parallel would have been untroublesome had you ensured my authorizations were not open to query. Colonel Jadick: The Gree aren't the only ones who'll be grateful you were able to seal the hypergate. I'll pass word of your success up the chain of command. Colonel Jadick: It's worrisome enough that the Dread Masters were able to activate one gate, but the amount of power they'd have wielded if they'd gained control of other hypergates.... Colonel Jadick: I just hope you've crippled them for good. Colonel Jadick: He is sort of patting his own back. Administrator General Lalat'k: Imperial troops will garrison Asation, only fools will defy you. Administrator General Lalat'k: I agree to the terms, my forces will support you. Colonel, select a team to join you on Asation. Administrator General Lalat'k: Sounds like a fair trade. Make it happen, Colonel, and make sure I see my cut. Administrator General Lalat'k: I'm in favor of this agreement. The Empire will support your control of Asation. Administrator General Lalat'k: I'll save your people, not your personal interests. Do not attempt to manipulate me again. Administrator General Lalat'k: I don't presume to know what's best for your people. You should work this out according to your own laws. Administrator General Lalat'k: Excuse me if I don't really think you're qualified to safeguard the galaxy. Administrator General Lalat'k: If you want results, you should be helping your Operators succeed instead of undermining them at every opportunity. Colonel Jadick: Make sure they appreciate the lengths I've gone to to keep the Empire safe. Colonel Jadick: Any signs of other Dread Master activity? Colonel Jadick: I've had all I can take of this creature's gibbering. Don't bother me again. Colonel Jadick: I can take care of things from here. Colonel Jadick: The green perpendicular is some old nemesis returned. An evil enemy, or deadly conflict. Probably both. Colonel Jadick: He says the gate must be sealed or destroyed, or we're all in big trouble. Administrator General Lalat'k: I will show you why the Sith are destined to rule this galaxy. Administrator General Lalat'k: The Empire will aid the Gree Enclave. Prepare a fitting tribute for our generosity. Administrator General Lalat'k: I don't do favors. Make this worth my while or your hypergate will be the least of your problems. Administrator General Lalat'k: Self-centeredness was expected, the Gree Enclave will bargain appropriately. Colonel Jadick: What dangerous oddities do you toy with now? Colonel Jadick: What is going on here, attendant? Colonel Jadick: You people get weirder by the day. Colonel Jadick: Does its new master have the Reclamation Service speaking in code? Colonel Jadick: First contact with an ancient civilization. Colonel Jadick: I know you're familiar with the ancient Rakata Infinite Empire. These people predate them by eons. Colonel Jadick: It's for the benefit of our guest. Colonel Jadick: Our visitor here is a Gree, until now we've only known them through long abandoned technology. Colonel Jadick: We're in a unique situation. Administrator General Lalat'k: This one's comprehension is precisely calibrated, our chronometry proffers little room for deviation! Colonel Jadick: It's been slow going, my lord, he's insisted on speaking to our administrators and has not been particularly cooperative with me. Colonel Jadick: Is that gibberish supposed to mean something? Colonel Jadick: Our limitless solver of challenging mysteries, at least I think that's what I said. Colonel Jadick: It means "bold troubleshooter," roughly. Let's just say we need a lot of trouble shot. Colonel Jadick: Ah--a perfect warrior, my lord! I did not mean to overstep myself. Colonel Jadick: Please tell me that isn't your best attempt to communicate. Colonel Jadick: I think you need to explain what's going on here, Colonel. Administrator General Lalat'k: How did the hypergate come unsealed after all this time? Administrator General Lalat'k: Invaders! Foolish foreign species attempting thievishness, no doubt. Assurances were produced that Operator droids provided necessary defenses. Produced statement tested false. Administrator General Lalat'k: I'm willing to save your planet if you're willing to meet my price. Administrator General Lalat'k: The Republic can't be trusted to handle matters this delicate. Administrator General Lalat'k: If the threat is as bad as you say, we're all in this together. Administrator General Lalat'k: Your comprehension has progressed favorably. I am hopeful that Imperial Operators exceed predicted results. Administrator General Lalat'k: You can see how your people would prosper from an alliance with the Empire. Administrator General Lalat'k: Quick solutions are just one of the services I provide. Administrator General Lalat'k: Achieving the unachievable is what I've been trained for. Administrator General Lalat'k: I find this agreeable. Perhaps you would manifest future safeguards? Administrator General Lalat'k: This statement has been across my mind. Colonel Jadick: Y--yes, my lord! Thank you, my lord! Colonel Jadick: Nothing that's been reported to me. Colonel Jadick: I'll make certain they understand the gravity of the situation. Colonel Jadick: If you'd like to try and do better, by all means. Colonel Jadick: Administrator General Lalat'k of the Gree Enclave.... Colonel Jadick: If they're involved, you can expect things to be ugly on Asation. Colonel Jadick: It sounds like he wants us to make him a dictator, and he's willing to trade Gree secrets for Imperial troops! We have to accept! Quotes (Republic)

Major Cobus: You'd better get down to the surface, and fast. My boys don't know a black bisector from a green perpendicular. Gree Dignitary: Without rapid battle-aid-response, this would have been unattainable. What purple tangent your arrival has been! Gatemaster Beltek'k: ...finally, white equilateral! We thank you for your allotment of minutes, Republic bisectors. Farewell, red rhombus! Click here for more quotes!

Major Cobus: Would someone please tell me what a grey nonagon is? Sergeant Sheron: Enemy's closing in, Major. This thing's huge! It's got five--no, six arms! How should we proceed? Major Cobus: You'd better get down to the surface, and fast. My boys don't know a black bisector from a green perpendicular. Major Cobus: I thought we'd had it, Chancellor. That Trandoshan might as well have been made of durasteel, and that hypergate just kept spewing machines and beasties.... Major Cobus: What a gray nonagon that was. Here's hoping I don't live to see another. Major Cobus: Take that shuttle down to Asation. We're up to our eyeballs in blue scalenes and yellow spheres! Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Excuse me, Major. Machines? Beasties? Perhaps you're not quite recovered from your exertions in the field. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Welcome. I hear you're to be congratulated. Kephess is dead, the hypergate is closed, and our Gree allies on Asation are safe. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: The Gree are too special to be wiped out by mindless beasts. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: I rarely get the chance to tackle such... unique challenges. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Ground's secure and the situation's normal. The Gree can handle things from here. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Once you've been around the galaxy a few times, you learn how to handle the unexpected. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: I still don't know what a green perpendicular is, but I think I killed a lot of them. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: The next time the Gree need help, maybe you should handpick someone else. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: We've been in contact with Gatemaster Beltek'k. He's very grateful for your assistance and wants to present you with a reward. Of sorts. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Time to bring out some of that sweet, sweet Gree technology. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Did the gatemaster say what this reward is, exactly? Supreme Chancellor Saresh: I can't take much more colorful geometry, Chancellor. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: I insist. Victory over the Empire will depend on our alliance with the Gree--and whatever technology they are willing to share. Gatemaster Beltek'k: It was my pleasure, Gatemaster. I hope Asation will recover from this. Gatemaster Beltek'k: I'm sorry, Gatemaster. I'm not sure what that means... or how I should feel. Gatemaster Beltek'k: Great. Purple perpendicular to you, too. Can I leave now? Gree Dignitary: It is most complaisant of you to attempt Gree articulation. Your inaccuracies are delightful! Supreme Chancellor Saresh: You should be honored. It doesn't translate well, but Gatemaster Beltek'k just gave you the highest title in Gree society. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Kind of glad they didn't put all that on a medal. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Will the Gree be able to protect Asation on their own? Supreme Chancellor Saresh: There's twenty minutes of my life I'll never get back. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: I'll note your distaste for honors and accolades in the future. Major Cobus: Here's your handpicked squad now. Maybe they can explain it better than I can. Major Cobus: Looks like your privateer's found his way back. Maybe ask him what happened. Major Cobus: No need to take my word for it. Our Jedi friend can explain everything. I hope. Major Cobus: Well, Havoc Squad led the charge. Better let their commander brief you instead. Major Cobus: Looks like your privateer's found her way back. Maybe ask her what happened. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Considering the outcome, I think my judgment was sound enough. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Why not? I think my dress uniform's got room for another medal. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Please tell the gatemaster that I would be honored to accept. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: The Gree owe me nothing. Closing the hypergate helped us all. Major Cobus: You and me both, friend. Gatemaster Beltek'k: Most agreeable salutations, Republic bisectors. From Crafter to Administrator, all castes are aware of Asation's perpetuation. Gree Dignitary: Without rapid battle-aid-response, this would have been unattainable. What purple tangent your arrival has been! Gatemaster Beltek'k: We must aggrandize you for your efforts. We have made a promulgation to all Gree: You are red rhombus. Felicitations! Gree Dignitary: Be purple parallel, little sentient! You are absolute, unequaled, without defect! Gatemaster Beltek'k: ...finally, white equilateral! We thank you for your allotment of minutes, Republic bisectors. Farewell, red rhombus! Supreme Chancellor Saresh: I'm happy to help the Gree, red rhombus or not. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: I appreciate the act, even if I didn't fully understand it. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: At least I'll get free drinks in all the Gree cantinas. Gatemaster Beltek'k: We have never designated red rhombus without the Ritual of Blue Vertex. We will begin this observance now.... Gatemaster Beltek'k: With further collaboration from our Republic bisectors, all will be orange sphere soon. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: I'm not sure how... material a reward they have in mind. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Our war against the Empire has only just begun. I'm certain there will be many more. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: You deserve this honor, Master Jedi. We couldn't have done it without you. Major Cobus: I don't think he was going to take "no" for an answer. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Major Cobus and I were unable to translate, but he seemed very enthusiastic. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: I'm certain there will be others. The galaxy is a unique and dangerous place. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: I'm pleased you think so. They seem to have taken quite a liking to you, too. Major Cobus: As long as we're handing out rewards, here's mine. Me and my boys never would have survived Asation if you hadn't shown up. Thanks. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Wherever the Dread Masters may strike next, I hope we can call on you again. Until then, safe travels. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: The Republic is in your debt as well. We may never know why Kephess opened the hypergate, or what the Dread Masters were planning, but you stopped them here. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: We won't leave the Gree to fend for themselves. We're allies for life now. That was the Republic's reward. Major Cobus: Stand by, Sergeant. Gatemaster, that creature's wiped out six squads already. Give me something I can use! Gatemaster Beltek'k: I regret I am not Warrior caste, Republic bisector. I am all yellow acute in this sphere. Perhaps additional bisectors? Major Cobus: There you are! The Supreme Chancellor said she was sending help. Do you know what any of this crazy math means? Major Cobus: He called you a bisector. Maybe you need to send reinforcements? Major Cobus: Your guess is as good as mine, Major. Major Cobus: I was told Major Cobus was cool and calm under pressure. Sergeant Sheron: It's too late! They're everywhere now... we're being torn apart... ahh! Major Cobus: Guess that's as good a way as any to start this briefing. I'm Major Cobus, in command of Republic forces on Asation. Major Cobus: The planet's been overrun by nasty things I don't even have a name for. They're all coming out of this portal the Gree call a hypergate. Major Cobus: I have a hard time understanding the Gree language. Major Cobus: I'm guessing "gatemaster" is more of an honorary title, then? Gatemaster Beltek'k: You misunderstand, Republic bisector. I will elucidate matters now. Gatemaster Beltek'k: A Warrior caste has never been required. The Crafters built military units instead--an imprudent resolution! Gatemaster Beltek'k: Our military units are in disorder. They have rejected their directives and turned on their Operators. They were the only bisectors we possessed. Gatemaster Beltek'k: Did you open the hypergate on purpose? Or was it an accident? Gatemaster Beltek'k: If a rogue droid army is the worst thing down there, we'll be fine. Gatemaster Beltek'k: Maybe you shouldn't have relied on droids to protect you. Gatemaster Beltek'k: Even now, our Crafters are disassembling units. But this is yellow tangent. Gatemaster Beltek'k: I did not administer the hypergate's opening. The causation of this event was all white convex until the Republic bisectors' arrival. Major Cobus: I don't remember Kephess. Or Denova, for that matter. Major Cobus: You've fought one Trandoshan, you've fought them all. Major Cobus: Kephess is working for the Dread Masters now--a group of rogue Sith trying to start their own Empire. Not sure how opening a hypergate helps. Gatemaster Beltek'k: The one you call Kephess is now perpendicular to the hypergate. He must be terminated, but we do not have bisectors capable of this. Major Cobus: Isn't there anyone left on Asation who can help? Major Cobus: Time to pick up the Republic's slack again. Gatemaster Beltek'k: My expectations are heightened, Republic bisector. May there be infinite grey tangents along your path. Major Cobus: I was cool and calm two weeks ago. Now I'm just trying to save my men-- Major Cobus: You're my reinforcements. But we'll never get you down there in time-- Major Cobus: Just... fall back! Retreat, Sergeant! Do you hear me? Retreat! Major Cobus: This is Gatemaster Beltek'k. He was in charge of the hypergate before it opened up. I'll let him try and explain the rest. Major Cobus: The gatemaster and I can take it from here. Whatever "it" is. Gatemaster Beltek'k: I beg atonement. We find our adaptation most purple--most preferable to your own. I will attempt clarity. Gatemaster Beltek'k: If that were only truth, Republic bisector. These perpendiculars are unlike any we have seen before. Major Cobus: We reviewed the Gree droids' security recordings. Kephess--our old Trandoshan friend from Denova--was lurking around the hypergate. Major Cobus: Denova was intense. I can't believe he survived that fight. Major Cobus: What is Kephess hoping to achieve by attacking the Gree? Major Cobus: Mercenary. Republic hired him to protect our interests on Denova. Seemed to be working out, until he betrayed us. Gatemaster Beltek'k: Since the hypergate opened, only hostiles have emerged. Some are sentient, some automatons. Many Gree and Republic bisectors have been terminated. Gatemaster Beltek'k: What are these hypergates, exactly? What do they do? Gatemaster Beltek'k: Don't the Gree have soldiers or mercenaries or... anything? Major Cobus: Neither do I. My last squad of bisectors just got eaten by a six-armed beast. Major Cobus: The Supreme Chancellor said you were the best. I hope she's right, because you're the only shot the Gree have left. Major Cobus: Your men won't have died in vain. I promise you that. Major Cobus: Not like Kephess. This one's got some new implants and some powerful friends. Major Cobus: From what I hear, he had some help. Some pretty unnatural, disturbing help. Major Cobus: I won't leave Asation until that hypergate is closed. Major Cobus: Just give me your orders, Major, and I'll move out. Major Cobus: I'm a great shot. A good-looking one, too. Major Cobus: There's a shuttle prepped and ready to take you to Asation. Here's hoping we find those grey tangents soon. Major Cobus: Well, I asked for the best. Next time I'll ask for someone nicer, too. Major Cobus: If any of my men are still alive, they're just fighting to survive. You're on your own. Gatemaster Beltek'k: The hypergates were constructed by our progenitors. They allow immediate egress from one sphere to another, but not in reverse. Gatemaster Beltek'k: You Republic bisectors are so facilitating. I will attempt to be the same. Gatemaster Beltek'k: My mortification is most acute. As gatemaster, defense of the hypergate is my first function. But I am Administrator caste--wholly unsuited to this task! Gatemaster Beltek'k: I'm sure you did as well as any other Administrator could have. Gatemaster Beltek'k: You are all blue obtuse, Republic bisector, but you do not comprehend our affliction. Gatemaster Beltek'k: Now, the hypergate will never be closed. Asation will grow barren. The green perpendiculars will spread, and all will be yellow concave! Gatemaster Beltek'k: The origination point of the Asation hypergate is unknown. It must be a yellow sphere indeed, for it has caused much dissolution. Minister Sosa: I'm sorry, I don't have time to talk. I'm trying to figure out what it means to be white scalene.... Na-TaK: Republic steward does not comprehend. This unit's makers require instant alleviation, or all is yellow concave! Minister Sosa: Na-TaK is worried Asation will be yellow concave soon. Please, do what you can to help the Gree. Minister Sosa: You'll find Major Cobus with the fleet. I'm sure he'll know what the Gree need you to do. Minister Sosa: Na-TaK tells me everything is orange parallel, thanks to you. That's good, right? Minister Sosa: Please, Na-TaK, try to calm down. I'm sure everything will be black and blue soon-- Na-TaK: Republic steward is attempting verbal wordplay. This is most disproportionate at this interval! Minister Sosa: The Supreme Chancellor's squad! What luck--I was ready to send out messengers. Minister Sosa: Master Jedi! If half the stories about you are true, the Gree have nothing to fear. Minister Sosa: Master Jedi! It's an honor to meet the person who recruited the entire Rift Alliance. Minister Sosa: Major! I'm so glad you're here. See, Na-TaK? The Republic's finest, come to help. Minister Sosa: Captain! Oh, thank goodness you're here. The SIS had given up tracking you down. Minister Sosa: Minister Sosa, special envoy to the Gree Enclave. We have a crisis that requires the Republic's immediate response. Supreme Chancellor Saresh recommended you by name. Minister Sosa: I'm honored to help the Republic in any crisis. Minister Sosa: Your droid sounds a few bolts short of a motivator. Minister Sosa: I've been in a lot of enclaves. Remind me which one is the Gree? Minister Sosa: You can tell the Chancellor I've been dropping her name a lot, too. Minister Sosa: Havoc Squad is always ready and willing, ma'am. Minister Sosa: Whatever the situation, I'm certain we can resolve it. Minister Sosa: It's how the Gree speak Basic. The colors and the geometry all mean something... I'm just not sure what. Minister Sosa: Our very old and very advanced allies. They use Basic in terms that they understand. It's our job to try and keep up. Minister Sosa: I'm... sure I will. Na-TaK: All who serve the makers recollect you, black bisector. Coruscant is all orange parallel thanks to your purple vertex! Minister Sosa: The trouble is on the Gree world of Asation. Their droid military forces have been overwhelmed. They say the jungles are full of... what did you call them, Na-TaK? Na-TaK: Green perpendiculars. And blue scalene, and white convex--all is yellow concave if you do not accelerate! Minister Sosa: In any case, Major Cobus is in command. He's used to more... unorthodox missions, and he can explain further. Can I tell him to expect you? Minister Sosa: Whatever's threatening the Gree, I'll put a stop to it. Minister Sosa: I'm not signing up for anything orange, yellow or otherwise until I know more. Minister Sosa: An unorthodox mission means an unorthodox reward, I hope. Minister Sosa: I look forward to hearing the major's explanations. Minister Sosa: Tell the major we're armed and ready for deployment. Na-TaK: An orange vertex is our immense desire, gentle sentient. Na-TaK: You will be compensated profusely, sentient. Gree technology is red equilateral! Minister Sosa: Don't worry. Integration with local military forces is the major's specialty. He'll explain everything. Na-TaK: We are truly advantageous to have such a bisector. I wish most purple tangent for you, sentient. Minister Sosa: What Na-TaK said, I'm sure. Minister Sosa: The shuttle can get you to the fleet, and from there to Major Cobus's ship. Good luck, and thank you. Minister Sosa: He's really the perfect officer for an operation like this. He even did a month-long tour with the Voss. Na-TaK: You had some trouble with your machinery on Coruscant, right?

Patch 1.4: Varl

Dailies: High Value Targets (Imperial) and Opportunism (Republic) Another new planet that should be introduced in 1.4 - Varl was the original home of the Hutts. It seems the several Hutts have created an alliance with the Dread Masters and you are here to stop them.

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Lieutenant Vaughn General Jorod Republic Private Quotes (Imperial)

Commander Calum: I remember your passage through Belsavis vividly. Our goals were not the same, but our successes came hand in hand. Commander Calum: Freeing the Dread Masters from their prison on Belsavis was necessary, and their loyalty to our Emperor was without question. Commander Calum: A coalition of Hutt crimelords has recently abandoned the Cartel, forging an alliance with the Dread Masters. Click here for more quotes!

Commander Calum: I'm here, Calum. Commander Calum: I'm transmitting objectives to the terminals at operational control. Handle them at your discretion. Lieutenant Vaughn: The transport to Varl is expecting you. Lieutenant Vaughn: Good day. Lieutenant Vaughn: Hold a moment, my master has been expecting you. Commander Calum: You served our Emperor well on Belsavis. I hope you will serve well again. Commander Calum: The paths each of us carved on Belsavis have led us here. Commander Calum: I remember your passage through Belsavis vividly. Our goals were not the same, but our successes came hand in hand. Commander Calum: We're both responsible for the blight that now grips the Empire. The Dread Masters. Commander Calum: Freeing the Dread Masters from their prison on Belsavis was necessary, and their loyalty to our Emperor was without question. Commander Calum: We could not have anticipated how quickly they would turn on us when they saw their master's attention elsewhere. Commander Calum: No one is above the Emperor's command. Commander Calum: The Imperial Guard has been monitoring the Dread Masters' activity since their treason. We recently received intelligence from a surprising source: the Hutt Cartel. Commander Calum: A coalition of Hutt crimelords has recently abandoned the Cartel, forging an alliance with the Dread Masters. Commander Calum: The Dread Masters have given these Hutts stolen Gree technology to help them restore their destroyed homeworld of Varl. Commander Calum: The Dread Masters do this in exchange for any recovered weapons of the ancient Hutt empire. Weapons believed to have left Varl's entire solar system in tatters. Commander Calum: We've established a small beachhead on Varl, but that is all. This isn't a task for the rank and file. I came to you because you are proven. Commander Calum: There is no margin for error. If even one such weapon falls into the hands of the Dread Masters or the Hutts, it will cost us dearly. Commander Calum: Your accomplishments are manifold, you will not fail. Commander Calum: Each of you have long since distinguished yourselves from your peers, you will not fail. Commander Calum: You paid to spring them, not for me to play watchdog. Commander Calum: You had your own people dealing with that. Commander Calum: Never attempt to saddle me with your failures again. Commander Calum: That was not an accusation. Commander Calum: The Dread Masters were your charge and yours alone. Commander Calum: I've had nothing to do with the Dread Masters. Commander Calum: The Dread Masters were never a concern of mine. Commander Calum: I've learned to never set loose something you can't control. Commander Calum: The officer in charge of an operation accepts the burden, Commander. Commander Calum: My infiltration of Belsavis had nothing to do with your operation. Commander Calum: If we've met, you'll have to jog my memory. Commander Calum: We were never their minders, but we gave them this opportunity. Commander Calum: You may not have cracked the lock, but the way you cut down the Republic defenders aided the cause. Commander Calum: They were nothing compared to our Emperor. Commander Calum: And our mission was a resounding success. Had we not let them loose, we would not be here. Commander Calum: I am Commander Calum. I had operational authority over the Belsavis invasion. Commander Calum: I assume you aren't here just to catch up. Commander Calum: Everyone who's defied the Empire has met the same fate. The Dread Masters won't be any different. Commander Calum: Then you are a fool. A Sith will always try to break their chains. Commander Calum: Betrayal among Sith should have hardly come as a surprise. Commander Calum: The Emperor acts according to his will and no other; had he wished the Dread Masters bound, they would have been so. Commander Calum: Why would you trust the Hutts? Commander Calum: Hutts will do anything to preserve their little empires. Commander Calum: The Empire should wipe out those filthy slugs and be done with it. Commander Calum: In due time. The Republic and the Dread Masters will have to come first. Commander Calum: We've verified their claims. Commander Calum: Something like that can't fall into the hands of the Dread Masters. Commander Calum: You're not even sure these weapons exist, are you? Commander Calum: That power belongs to the Empire alone. Commander Calum: Agreed. Commander Calum: Wouldn't mind something like that in my arsenal. Commander Calum: We only have the speculation of the Imperial Reclamation Service. The evidence of Varl's destruction is enough to take notice. Commander Calum: That will not be your payment. Lieutenant Vaughn: Good to meet you. Commander Calum: Or recover their lost ones. Quotes (Republic)

General Jorod: Seems a handful of renegades from the Hutt Cartel are resettling their old homeworld, Varl--and they're teaming up with the Dread Masters to do it. General Jorod: I've got crews moving out as we speak--we'll have a beachhead on Varl within the hour. But we're still behind the curve. General Jorod: Apparently they used to. And, big surprise, they wasted their whole solar system with 'em. Click here for more quotes!

Republic Private: Good day! Republic Private: Oh! Be sure you contact General Jorod when you land on Varl! He'll be waiting! Republic Private: You did it! You actually stopped the Hutts! Republic Private: Master Jedi! You're needed for... I mean, we need help with... uhh.... Republic Private: Sir! Sir! We've got an urgent... I mean, my CO needs you to... uhh.... Republic Private: Excuse me! Excuse me, please! We need... I mean, my commander wants... uhh... General Jorod: That'll do, son, I'm here. General Jorod: General Jorod--I've been saddled with the latest Hutt fiasco, and I want you on board to make sure things go our way. General Jorod: I find it hard to believe that they're working together on something so mundane. General Jorod: Neither the Hutts nor the Dread Masters are known for charity. What does either group get out of this? General Jorod: Has the Chancellor been informed of this new alliance? General Jorod: Crazy Hutts and crazier Sith, sowing fields and building towns. I'm sure it'll work out great. General Jorod: It's hard to imagine the Dread Masters and the Hutts working together on anything. General Jorod: Seems a handful of renegades from the Hutt Cartel are resettling their old homeworld, Varl--and they're teaming up with the Dread Masters to do it. General Jorod: Resettling a planet doesn't sound threatening to me. General Jorod: The Dread Masters are providing fancy tech to regenerate Varl's atmosphere, so the Hutts can rebuild and call themselves gods and emperors and whatnot. General Jorod: In trade, the Hutts are gonna give those creeps some ancient weapons that are supposedly hidden on Varl--the same weapons that nearly destroyed the planet thousands of years ago! General Jorod: The resettlement isn't the problem. The problem is how they're payin' for it. General Jorod: The Dread Masters can't gain control of such powerful weapons--millions of people could die. General Jorod: I didn't know the Hutts had such powerful weaponry. General Jorod: There's no way this will end without one side double-crossing the other. General Jorod: We're gonna get in there before either side gets any of those blasted weapons! General Jorod: I've got crews moving out as we speak--we'll have a beachhead on Varl within the hour. But we're still behind the curve. General Jorod: Normally they wouldn't. These Hutts are rogues--rest of the Cartel wants 'em dead for cutting this deal. General Jorod: I haven't even gotten to the good part. General Jorod: We need to hit fast and heavy to make sure the Hutts don't find those weapons and hand 'em over to the Dread Masters. We need you. General Jorod: You'll have all the help you need, General. General Jorod: Hutts aren't exactly known for speed--we'll have this handled in no time. General Jorod: If the compensation matches the scale of the situation, you'll have nothing to worry about. General Jorod: Of course--and this thing doesn't stop with a simple team-up, either. General Jorod: And you'd be right--I haven't gotten to the good part yet. General Jorod: That's where we come in! General Jorod: Apparently they used to. And, big surprise, they wasted their whole solar system with 'em. General Jorod: If you deliver the way the Chancellor says you will, you'll get whatever you want! General Jorod: That's what I like to hear! General Jorod: Strike shuttles are prepped--contact me the minute you land on Varl and we'll get you started. General Jorod: Private! You find any more volunteers, you send 'em my way--I'll be in my war room! Republic Private: Y--yes, sir! Of course, sir! General Jorod: General Jorod? Our shuttle just landed on Varl. General Jorod: Just in time, because I've got a whole mess of work for you! General Jorod: We'll forward mission details as intel on the Hutts comes in--stay in touch! Jorod out! Operation: Scum and Villany Conversation is pretty light on details here, but from what we have been able to dig up we will once again go up against the Hutts and defeat the army they are in the process of building.

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K4-E2 Moff Orlec Shaedo D-7RZ GenoHaradan GenoHaradan GenoHaradan GenoHaradan Major Dresid Supreme Chancellor Saresh Quotes (Imperial)

Moff Orlec: He claims he was delivering the weapons to a planet called Darvannis. Says the Hutts are building an army there. Moff Orlec: The Hutts are prohibited from engaging in any military activity on their core worlds. If they're mobilizing for war, the Empire must respond. Moff Orlec: Your objective is simple: Infiltrate the biggest display of underworld power the galaxy has seen, and destroy everything in sight. Click here for more quotes!

K4-E2: Attention! Broadcast droid K4-E2 receiving emergency dispatch from Imperial Command. Please stand by.... K4-E2: Moff Orlec requests immediate assistance aboard his vessel. Response? K4-E2: I'll speak with Orlec immediately. K4-E2: Transmitting.... Response acknowledged. K4-E2: Warning: Unexplained gathering of mercenary forces detected in Hutt Space. Imperial security jeopardized! K4-E2: Please report to Moff Orlec. K4-E2: Move along. K4-E2: Moff Orlec shall await you on his ship. Ending dispatch. K4-E2: I'm busy right now. I'll see this Moff later. K4-E2: What kind of assistance does Orlec need? K4-E2: Additional information unavailable. K4-E2 deemed too public to relay classified mission parameters. K4-E2: Moff Orlec can provide further details in person. Ending dispatch. Shaedo: Mmm! This Dathomiri boar meat is phenomenal! You've got to try a bite, Orlec. Moff Orlec: Address me as a familiar again, pirate, and I will personally throw you out the air lock. Moff Orlec: Moff Orlec. I bring the Emperor's law to our outlying systems, though lately, I've had to fortify our borders against Hutt aggression. Moff Orlec: I didn't realize the Hutts were openly opposing the Empire. Moff Orlec: I fear it may lead to that. Moff Orlec: Is this a guest of yours? Moff Orlec: Him? Hardly. Moff Orlec: He claims he was delivering the weapons to a planet called Darvannis. Says the Hutts are building an army there. Moff Orlec: Do you think the Hutts are preparing to attack the Empire? Moff Orlec: They've invaded Imperial territory before. Can't rule it out. Shaedo: Oh, it's accurate. Cartel brought in every hired gun, beast wrangler and arms dealer between here and Coruscant. Shaedo: Word is the Hutts are buying up all the firepower and muscle they can get their hands on. Been recruiting mercs by the thousands. Moff Orlec: Bring the Imperial fleet to Darvannis. We'll wipe them out from orbit. Moff Orlec: Not on my watch. Moff Orlec: Sounds like the Hutts are positioning themselves to become a galactic superpower. Shaedo: Can't. Planet is surrounded by an asteroid field. Good luck getting one of these flying banthas through that mess. Moff Orlec: The Hutts are prohibited from engaging in any military activity on their core worlds. If they're mobilizing for war, the Empire must respond. Moff Orlec: Glad to see you back in one piece. Lost contact shortly after the madness began. Moff Orlec: You're a long way from your post. What brings you to the fleet? Moff Orlec: Things could get ugly if those mercenaries are expecting us. Moff Orlec: Duty. Always good to be back in the heart of the Empire. Moff Orlec: Never dreamed the Dread Masters would turn up on Darvannis. No doubt had their eyes on all the weapons and manpower assembled there. Moff Orlec: We're just lucky you were there to stop them. If they'd made off with all those mercenaries.... Moff Orlec: It's time we brought the fight to the Dread Masters. Moff Orlec: I assume the Empire won't take this lying down? Moff Orlec: The Dread Masters won't be salvaging anything from Darvannis. Moff Orlec: Of course not. An incident like this demands immediate retaliation. Moff Orlec: I'll inform the Minister of War personally and submit a full report to the Dark Council. Moff Orlec: I'll inform the Minister of War personally and submit a full report to the rest of the Dark Council. Shaedo: Hey, what about me? I did my part. You gonna let me go now? Moff Orlec: Ah, yes, the Kaleesh. I did promise him his freedom, though I'd be perfectly happy to grant him a criminal's death. What do you think? Moff Orlec: We don't need him anymore. Do what you like. Moff Orlec: He held up his end of the bargain. Send him on his way. Moff Orlec: Agreed. The Empire can no longer afford to ignore the threat those monsters present. Moff Orlec: A notable victory. Hopefully not our last. Shaedo: You double-crossing--! Moff Orlec: Yes, yes, life is so unfair. Take him away. Moff Orlec: Caught this lowlife piloting a freighter loaded with ordnance toward Hutt Space. A guaranteed pardon and a private meal got him talking. Moff Orlec: My lord, this is a rare honor. Can't remember the last time a member of the Dark Council was aboard my ship. Moff Orlec: Ah, welcome. It's a privilege to be standing before the Empire's most dangerous asset. Moff Orlec: Don't worry, hunter, I won't give you the same treatment. Though I expect you'll keep your weapons holstered while you're aboard my ship. Moff Orlec: You heard him, pirate. Get off my ship. Shaedo: Thanks for the meal, Orlec. Always a pleasure. Moff Orlec: As for you, the Empire is indebted. No doubt we'll need your strength in the battles to come. Moff Orlec: My lord, welcome. Not every day the Emperor's Wrath graces my vessel. A rare honor. Moff Orlec: Ah, do come in. I've been expecting you. Moff Orlec: You heard her, pirate. Get off my ship. Moff Orlec: Your transport is waiting. Good luck. Moff Orlec: Yes? Moff Orlec: That's a bold claim. Can we confirm this? Moff Orlec: We have noticed increased traffic into Hutt Space. Moff Orlec: Which is why we've taken every precaution to ensure your arrival goes undetected. Moff Orlec: I hope you're prepared to offer me more credits than the Hutts. Moff Orlec: I'm not about to let anything threaten the Empire. Moff Orlec: It was only a matter of time before the Cartel made its next move. Moff Orlec: Wonder if they've got room for one more. Moff Orlec: I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that. Moff Orlec: A coalition of bandits and thieves are no threat to the Empire. Moff Orlec: Of course. The Empire is grateful for your loyalty. Moff Orlec: What do we do once we're planetside? Moff Orlec: I'll have a shuttle standing by to take you to Darvannis. Good hunting. Moff Orlec: Excellent. Shaedo: What kind of scum are we dealing with here? Moff Orlec: Maybe these mercenaries would be willing to work for the Empire instead. Shaedo: The kind crazy enough to attack Dromund Kaas itself if the Hutts paid them enough. Moff Orlec: My lord, some of the galaxy's most notorious mercenary armies are there. Moff Orlec: If the Kaleesh's intel is accurate, the Hutts are hosting a massive arms bazaar on Darvannis. Moff Orlec: Too costly. Besides, I want these criminals terminated, not promoted. Moff Orlec: I've already organized a mission to wipe out the Cartel's mercenary forces, but such an assault will require the Empire's very best. Moff Orlec: Your objective is simple: Infiltrate the biggest display of underworld power the galaxy has seen, and destroy everything in sight. Moff Orlec: Good to see you all made it back. Lost contact not long after that nightmare began. Quotes (Republic)

Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Let's not waste time with formalities. A... reliable intelligence source has discovered something very interesting on the planet Darvannis: The Hutts are still plotting against us. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: The GenoHaradan order operates... independently of ordinary Republic channels. They're the ones who uncovered the Hutt Cartel's secret plans. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: The thought of those butchers going to work for the Hutts was bad enough... if the Dread Masters had taken control of them, I can't imagine the carnage we'd face. Click here for more quotes!

D-7RZ: Report to Major Dresid for further orders! D-7RZ: Fantastic work! D-7RZ: Report to Major Dresid immediately! D-7RZ: Carry on! D-7RZ: Stand fast! Identity confirmation... complete! Prepare for priority Republic request! D-7RZ: Your presence is requested immediately for a priority discussion with Supreme Chancellor Saresh! D-7RZ: The Chancellor seeks assistance with cessation of illegal arms trade--further details are classified! Report to Major Vom Dresid immediately to initiate this priority meeting! D-7RZ: This sounds more like police work than a military matter. D-7RZ: I'm not sure stopping the illegal arms trade is in my best interests. D-7RZ: You have no authority to give me orders. D-7RZ: I think you have me confused with someone who takes orders. D-7RZ: Reconfirming identity... complete! Request for priority discussion stands! D-7RZ: Report to Major Dresid as soon as possible! D-7RZ: Is this an actual in-person meeting? The Chancellor came here? D-7RZ: Who are these arms dealers? Hutts? Independents? D-7RZ: Invalid complaint: Command authority is unnecessary as no orders are being issued! This is a priority request! D-7RZ: The Chancellor won't be kept waiting. D-7RZ: Always happy to help the Republic's movers and shakers. D-7RZ: The response to this question is classified! D-7RZ: Personnel selection was based on specific skill factors, all of which are classified! D-7RZ: Discussion of moral relativities is outside the scope of my assignment! D-7RZ: Priority request receipt confirmed! Good day! Major Dresid: Stand back, please. Major Dresid: Good luck on your mission. Major Dresid: Good day. Major Dresid: Transport to Darvannis is prepared. Good luck. Major Dresid: Right this way. Major Dresid: Chancellor? Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Thank you, Major. That will be all. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Let's not waste time with formalities. A... reliable intelligence source has discovered something very interesting on the planet Darvannis: The Hutts are still plotting against us. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: If the Jedi can help dismantle the Hutts' plans, we'll gladly do so. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: The Sith do much more than just plot. What makes this a priority? Supreme Chancellor Saresh: If we have to strike at the Hutts again, we'll strike at them again. Whatever it takes. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: The Cartel aren't exactly gracious losers. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: How can the Hutts be making plans? Have they found a new leader? Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Who uncovered these Hutt plans, exactly? Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Before I say more, let me be clear: Anything seen or discussed in this room is classified. Our intelligence source is a closely guarded state secret. GenoHaradan: We are GenoHaradan. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: The GenoHaradan order operates... independently of ordinary Republic channels. They're the ones who uncovered the Hutt Cartel's secret plans. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: What exactly are the Cartel's plans? Supreme Chancellor Saresh: What exactly is this "GenoHaradan order"? Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Is it wise to put our faith in these people? Supreme Chancellor Saresh: It's great to see the Republic reaching out to more outside contractors. GenoHaradan: Our dedication to the Republic is centuries-old. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Karagga's death was a major stumbling block, but the Hutts aren't finished yet. GenoHaradan: The Hutts have enticed the galaxy's most brutal mercenary armies to an arms bazaar and show of strength on Darvannis. GenoHaradan: Lucrative contracts will go to whichever mercenaries bring the most impressive and deadly displays. Commerce, spectacle and recruitment, all in one. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: A party, celebrating violence and greed. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: If we observe who the Hutts decide to recruit, we could determine exactly what they have in mind. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: If they're all in one place, we can take them down in a single strike. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: If the Hutts want a spectacle, I say we give 'em one! GenoHaradan: Just how many mercenaries are we talking about? GenoHaradan: Storming into a mess like that sounds like a perfect way to get killed. How do we know that isn't your plan? Supreme Chancellor Saresh: We can rely on the GenoHaradan--they've proven their loyalty more times than I can count. GenoHaradan: Darvannis cannot be approached unseen by any large military force. We recommend a smaller strike team--led by you. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: These mercenaries are the most bloodthirsty in the galaxy--their atrocities rival the worst of the Sith. They cannot be allowed to join the Hutt Cartel. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: The Hutts won't get any new allies on our watch, Chancellor. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: This incredibly risky assault won't be going unrewarded, will it? Supreme Chancellor Saresh: If this turns out to be an ambush... you'd better hope it works. GenoHaradan: We hope only for the eternal prosperity of the Republic. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: A ship has already been prepared to take you to Darvannis. I'm counting on you. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Good luck. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Welcome back! You never cease to amaze--every last one of the mercenaries defeated, even with the Dread Masters themselves intervening. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: How did you know the Dread Masters were involved? Supreme Chancellor Saresh: We can hardly make a move without the Dread Masters going against us. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: It was all a little too convenient. I think we were set up. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Our mutual friends kept me updated as your mission progressed. I only wish we could've sent help. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: No--the GenoHaradan are absolutely loyal, and we'll need every ally we can get to end the real threat. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: No more waiting--we're going to end this threat once and for all. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: You're right--and we're not going to stand for it any longer. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: All the Republic's resources--military, SIS, even the GenoHaradan--will be dedicated to finding the Dread Masters' hiding place. Once we do, you will neutralize them. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Havoc Squad is always ready to serve, Chancellor. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: I do love being in demand. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Won't that give the Empire free reign? There's no telling what they could do with no one watching. GenoHaradan: The bright light of the Republic casts many shadows. We live within them, neutralizing what threats we can and illuminating those we can't. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: My thoughts exactly. GenoHaradan: Attendance will be high--the Hutts are offering very large contracts, and none of these groups will wish to appear smaller than the others. GenoHaradan: Such is the way of the uncivilized. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: I want you to do more than observe. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Of course not. GenoHaradan: The Supreme Chancellor is quite generous where the Republic's security is concerned. GenoHaradan: We are certain of it. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: We can hold our own against one enemy. Two are more than I want to deal with. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: I'm glad we're in agreement. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: The Republic is fortunate to have such reliable allies. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: The Dread Masters aren't going to wait around. They'll move again--very soon. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: And if we can capture them alive, instead? Supreme Chancellor Saresh: We can't let them spread their dark influence any further--that much is certain. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: That Republic forces managed to capture them once was miraculous. I doubt we'll have that option again. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: When I say every resource, I mean it. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Our resources aren't infinite. We must hope to deal with the Dread Masters quickly enough that the Empire doesn't gain the upper hand. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: For now, you should rest--you're going to need your strength. Hopefully, very soon. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: The thought of those butchers going to work for the Hutts was bad enough... if the Dread Masters had taken control of them, I can't imagine the carnage we'd face.

Patch 1.5: Rakata Prime

Dailies: Rakata Prime Rakata Prime - Also known by the name of Lehon and was the secret capital of the Infinite Empire. You have come to this ancient planet to stop the Dread Masters from obtaining a weapon dubbed "Agieus", a planet-killer.

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Jeruti Section Chief Bullent Quotes (Imperial)

Jeruti: We must speak of a once-forgotten world: Rakata Prime. Jeruti: They must have learned more of Rakata Prime's secrets on Belsavis. Now this "Agieus" is too close to retrieving them. Jeruti: Agieus is powerful, my lord, as is Rakata Prime's technology. Neither can be underestimated. Click here for more quotes!

Jeruti: Our Empire will fight its way back to glory, as we always have. Jeruti: My lord. Yes, who better to bring this to, than the Empire's greatest defender? Jeruti: The heir of Darth Zash, and Darth Thanaton. My lord, how remarkable to see you in the flesh. Jeruti: You have a famous face, mercenary. The HoloNet has plenty to say of your achievements. I need only a moment of your time. Jeruti: So many who walk these byways were once of Imperial Intelligence. May we speak? Jeruti: Ha! Those who speak of "the faltering Empire" clearly never saw such strength, such presence. Jeruti: I serve with the Imperial Reclamation Service; forty years, and more. But this may be the most important report I've ever filed. Jeruti: Obviously it's stayed forgotten. I've traveled halfway across this galaxy, and I've never heard of Rakata Prime. Jeruti: Rakata Prime... I think I remember. It was the Rakata homeworld, before they became extinct. They built the Star Forge there to feed their empire. Jeruti: We must speak of a once-forgotten world: Rakata Prime. Jeruti: If you want to keep my attention, you'd better explain what Rakata Prime has to do with me. Jeruti: Precisely, and the Rakata hid many pieces of technology in their last days. Jeruti: When our Empire first returned, the Emperor ordered a survey of Rakata Prime. My expedition. We found only empty temples and ruins. Jeruti: It was a place of power. The capital of the ancient Infinite Empire, where the technology of the Rakata was forged. Jeruti: If the Dread Masters are excavating a new toy, I think I'd like to play with it first. Jeruti: The Dread Masters and their servants have earned a painful death. No Rakata relic will change that. Jeruti: But the Dread Masters have sent a servant there, Agieus, to lead an army of their minions. They are excavating on one of Rakata Prime's islands. Jeruti: So the Dread Masters sent crazy people beachcombing on some out-of-the-way world. What does that matter to me? Jeruti: Obviously, Rakata Prime was important, why wasn't it properly defended? Jeruti: Is this "Agieus" some sort of general for the Dread Masters? Jeruti: It sounds like the Dread Masters have a lead that you missed. Jeruti: That's impossible. I saw the Dread Masters destroyed myself. Jeruti: Their servants are fanatics, they'd never believe the Dread Masters could die. Even Agieus is no longer rational. Jeruti: They must have learned more of Rakata Prime's secrets on Belsavis. Now this "Agieus" is too close to retrieving them. Jeruti: Agieus was once a Jedi. He studied under Jaric Kaedan; perhaps he thought he could subdue the Dread Masters, as Kaedan did. Jeruti: Rakata Prime's wonders cannot fall into his hands. Agieus must be destroyed, and his finds claimed for the Empire. Jeruti: You surveyed Rakata Prime all those years ago. As far as I'm concerned, that planet and anything left behind belongs to the Empire. Jeruti: But those findings are in Agieus's hands. Jeruti: Facing a Jedi corrupted by the Dread Masters sounds like a fair challenge. Jeruti: Once Agieus's finds are secured, I'm sure they'll be put to good use somewhere. Jeruti: Imagine: fighting for the technology of a lost civilization, and facing a deadly foe. Jeruti: We placed spy drones in the planet's orbit; Agieus blew them to pieces. Jeruti: Agieus is powerful, my lord, as is Rakata Prime's technology. Neither can be underestimated. Jeruti: Here, my authorization codes. Input them at our old camp on Rakata Prime, and you'll have full access to our security grid. Jeruti: I like claiming things almost as much as I love destroying them. I'm in. Jeruti: To follow the footsteps of the ancient Rakata... I envy you. But walk softly. Agieus will do everything he can to stop you. Quotes (Republic)

Section Chief Bullent: We're beyond arguing jurisdiction. The current crisis is bigger than a single fallen Jedi. Section Chief Bullent: A fallen Jedi who was turned by the Dread Masters is on Rakata Prime. He's unearthing powerful ancient weapons to attack us. Section Chief Bullent: "Worst" is a relative term. The technology on Belsavis could destroy entire systems. Our fallen Jedi is merely digging up planet-killers. Click here for more quotes!

Section Chief Bullent: Just the person we've been seeking. You've proved quite adept at saving the galaxy from superweapons. Section Chief Bullent: Pardon me--I'm receiving a priority signal.... Section Chief Bullent: Be seeing you. Section Chief Bullent: A Jedi Master experienced with secrets of the Rakata. What fortunate timing you have. Section Chief Bullent: Major... what a pleasant surprise. Havoc Squad has exactly the expertise--and security clearance--I need. Section Chief Bullent: Captain... you've done excellent freelance work for my organization before. Let's talk business, hmm? Section Chief Bullent: What a happy coincidence, us meeting. You have all the skills I need for a very special mission. Section Chief Bullent: I'm Section Chief Bullent--Strategic Information Service. We have a volatile situation that requires discretion and speed to resolve favorably. Section Chief Bullent: My order polices itself. Why aren't I hearing about this from Grand Master Satele Shan? Section Chief Bullent: We're beyond arguing jurisdiction. The current crisis is bigger than a single fallen Jedi. Section Chief Bullent: Rakata Prime is also known as Lehon. It was the Infinite Empire's capital and former home to the Star Forge. Section Chief Bullent: Why can't these blasted people buy their weapons off the shelf like everybody else? Section Chief Bullent: On a scale of "zero" to "buy yourself a nice planet," how much are these ancient weapons worth? Section Chief Bullent: A fallen Jedi who was turned by the Dread Masters is on Rakata Prime. He's unearthing powerful ancient weapons to attack us. Section Chief Bullent: We believe the Dread Masters learned its secrets during their time on the Rakata prison world Belsavis. But we're getting off topic.... Section Chief Bullent: The Rakata had a gift for manufacturing overpowered weaponry--and our fallen Jedi seeks maximum destruction. Section Chief Bullent: The more appropriate question is, "how many planets would be left to buy?" These weapons can render most worlds uninhabitable. Section Chief Bullent: What did the Dread Masters do to make this Jedi change sides? Section Chief Bullent: How big of a threat are we facing? Didn't the Rakata bury all their worst technology on Belsavis? Section Chief Bullent: Pride and arrogance played significant roles. Section Chief Bullent: "Worst" is a relative term. The technology on Belsavis could destroy entire systems. Our fallen Jedi is merely digging up planet-killers. Section Chief Bullent: After Master Jaric Kaedan died on Ilum, his student Agieus confronted the Dread Masters alone. The Sith made the Jedi their thrall. Section Chief Bullent: Now, Agieus excavates terrible devices best left forgotten. The Supreme Chancellor prefers this Rakata technology stay buried--along with those trying to wield it. Section Chief Bullent: The Supreme Chancellor wouldn't normally decline a potential advantage. These Rakatan artifacts must be especially dangerous. Section Chief Bullent: This Jedi is clearly prisoner to a powerful dark side influence. I trust the Supreme Chancellor understands that the order will act with mercy. Section Chief Bullent: Considering all the enemies the Republic is facing, wouldn't it make sense to claim this technology for ourselves? Section Chief Bullent: Scout reports indicate the devices being unearthed pose nearly as much risk to the wielder as the target. Section Chief Bullent: That's what the first five Jedi we sent said. Agieus killed them all, but perhaps you'll fare better. Section Chief Bullent: If we've learned anything about Rakata, it's that their technology was a double-edged sword. The Infinite Empire fell for good reason. Section Chief Bullent: There's a stealth shuttle standing by with Rakata Prime's coordinates. We've established a secure landing zone on the surface. Section Chief Bullent: Once you arrive, we'll provide up-to-the-moment intel on your targets and mission objectives. Any questions? Section Chief Bullent: Anything else I need to know I'll learn by doing. Section Chief Bullent: Besides this fallen Jedi, what other servants did the Dread Masters send to Rakata Prime? Section Chief Bullent: What's this planet Rakata Prime like? Section Chief Bullent: Feetfirst into the fire, then. Section Chief Bullent: Fresh reinforcements arrive daily, including Imperials seeking to claim Rakata technology for themselves. Prepare for anything. Section Chief Bullent: You're invading a region known for its subtropical islands. Quite lovely, if not for all the threats to life and limb. Section Chief Bullent: Fly to Rakata Prime immediately, neutralize all threats and get out alive. What could be simpler? Best of luck. Section Chief Bullent: Sounds like our wayward Jedi just needs help. Is the Supreme Chancellor sure that shooting him is the best treatment? Section Chief Bullent: Treatment is not our concern. This is about threat containment. Do what you must. Flashpoint: The Imperial Warlord Imperial Moff Regus has gone rogue, both Imperial and Republic forces want to shut him down and you have been selected to get the job done.

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Admiral Tarekk Imperial Soldier Lieutenant Ganev Captain Joriv Jace Malcom Lieutenant Larna Republic Officer Grand Moff Regus Quotes (Imperial)

Admiral Tarekk: The Empire is changing--politically, and philosophically. Moff Regus's... opinions on aliens are outdated, but he refused to keep them to himself. Admiral Tarekk: We intend to engage Regus's fleet over the planet Anvarus. But we only have forces for a limited assault. Admiral Tarekk: He only trusts humans and droids. As for hardware, he seized Imperial assets as well as Anvarus's military storehouses. Click here for more quotes!

Admiral Tarekk: And, ensure that we have squadrons patrolling sectors six, eight and fifteen. He cannot be allowed to escape. Admiral Tarekk: Thank you for waiting, my lord. There's been a great deal to organize. Admiral Tarekk: I imagine you're used to this, hunter: waiting on the sidelines for your moment of glory. Admiral Tarekk: I appreciate your patience, though I imagine Imperial Intelligence appreciated it more. Admiral Tarekk: The Empire can't endure another schism. Admiral Tarekk: My thanks for coming--and my apologies for the wait. There are many moving parts at work. Admiral Tarekk: I'm Admiral Tarekk. First of all, this operation is highly classified, so I'll ask you to be discreet. Admiral Tarekk: You have to wonder what the Empire's senior leadership is thinking, when it expects humans to follow a Chagrian's orders. Admiral Tarekk: It's refreshing to see that uniform on someone other than humans and purebloods. Admiral Tarekk: Everyone has the Empire's best interests at heart; it's time someone laid out why we're here. Admiral Tarekk: You can feel it in the air. You're after someone or something critical. Admiral Tarekk: The target of this mission is, unfortunately, one of our own. A rogue Moff. Admiral Tarekk: Familiar sentiments. I prefer to let my battle commendations answer them. For now, we have work to do. Admiral Tarekk: You may know of him; he fought to prevent Darth Malgus's rather foolhardy coup. His name is Moff Regus. Admiral Tarekk: The shape of things to come, hopefully. This operation is another step on that journey. Admiral Tarekk: I met Moff Regus during the Ilum campaign. He was brilliant, but he had a problem serving alongside aliens. Admiral Tarekk: Well, you have a holo, so I imagine this Moff Regus is supposed to be important. Admiral Tarekk: How did Moff Regus go from fighting Darth Malgus to becoming an Imperial target? Admiral Tarekk: An opponent of that caliber won't be easy to handle. Admiral Tarekk: That's a fair assessment. Admiral Tarekk: He is a renowned tactician who fought on Ilum. He's also not fond of aliens. Admiral Tarekk: The Empire is changing--politically, and philosophically. Moff Regus's... opinions on aliens are outdated, but he refused to keep them to himself. Admiral Tarekk: As punishment, he was assigned to defend an insignificant system. Now he's seized that system for himself and declared his independence from the Empire. Admiral Tarekk: Moff Regus must know he can't stand against the might of the Empire. Admiral Tarekk: Regus would have done better to seize the system quietly, rather than yelling his rebellion from the rooftops. Admiral Tarekk: It takes guts to capture a whole system out of spite. Admiral Tarekk: Call Regus what he is: a traitor. Admiral Tarekk: The Republic's already bleeding our resources dry. If Moff Regus attacks, he could strike the killing blow. Admiral Tarekk: So Moff Regus wants to claim an "insignificant system"? Let him. There are more important enemies to deal with. Admiral Tarekk: He's a relic of a less tolerant time. Admiral Tarekk: That's exactly what Regus wants us to think; he wants us weakened before he strikes. We must move first. Admiral Tarekk: Between the Republic, rogue Sith Lords and defections, the Empire's not looking too good. You need this Moff taken down, fast. Admiral Tarekk: We intend to engage Regus's fleet over the planet Anvarus. But we only have forces for a limited assault. Admiral Tarekk: Indeed, and there's only one punishment for treason. Admiral Tarekk: A brief reminder, hunter: The Empire that pays you needs Regus dead. Admiral Tarekk: Regus has the advantage of numbers. While we engage his forces, I need you to breach his fortress and eliminate him. Quickly. Admiral Tarekk: Leave him to me, Admiral. Moff Regus will soon pay the price for rebelling. Admiral Tarekk: Many people will follow a Moff, secessionist or not. Do you know what kind of army Regus has? Admiral Tarekk: A public trial might make other rebels think twice. Admiral Tarekk: Thankfully, he doesn't have your prescience, lord, but he's still a threat. Admiral Tarekk: Our strength has been depleted, lord. Regus may actually have a chance. Admiral Tarekk: One last thing. Many of us served with Regus, on Ilum and elsewhere. Admiral Tarekk: He only trusts humans and droids. As for hardware, he seized Imperial assets as well as Anvarus's military storehouses. Admiral Tarekk: He was loyal once. But now he is only an enemy of the state. Show no mercy. Admiral Tarekk: He is a traitor, unfit to walk in Kaas City--even in chains. Admiral Tarekk: I hope you bring that fortress down on Regus's head. Admiral Tarekk: Excellent work, all of you. The spine of the enemy is broken. Admiral Tarekk: Anvarus is ours, earned in sweat and blood. The stain of treachery has been washed away. Admiral Tarekk: This victory belongs to you too, my lord. Destroying Regus cut off the serpent's head. We're honored by your help. Admiral Tarekk: But, credit where it's due--and, credits where they're owed. Regus's defeat turned the tide. Well done, hunter. Admiral Tarekk: Thankfully, the Empire still has its silent knives and long reach. We owe you a debt. Admiral Tarekk: But it was the death of Regus that scattered his forces. Today, you've shown the Empire has lost none of its strength and cunning. Admiral Tarekk: You show competence in battle and respect to your superiors. It will be remembered. Admiral Tarekk: You've got one dead rebel Moff; plus a nice new base, one previous owner. Ready to settle up? Admiral Tarekk: With Regus out of the way, we can get back to fighting the real enemy. Admiral Tarekk: Regus hadn't had time to become much more than a figurehead. This rebellion couldn't survive without him. Admiral Tarekk: Until the Empire finds its footing again, other Moffs might have the same idea. We must be vigilant. Admiral Tarekk: Stamping out a treacherous worm isn't exactly glamorous, but someone had to do it. Admiral Tarekk: Not everyone can say they've had a member of the Dark Council personally solving their troubles. Admiral Tarekk: Take it from an outsider: If things in the Empire don't change, you could have other rebels on your hands. Admiral Tarekk: Correct, but even now our forces are formidable. Our enemies should take notice. Admiral Tarekk: More work for you, in return for a trifling payment from us? That seems fair. Admiral Tarekk: Thankfully, Regus didn't take our entire Empire down with him. Imperial Soldier: Admiral, sirs; we just received a communication. Regus's forces have surrendered. Admiral Tarekk: So the victory is absolute. Admiral Tarekk: Yes, my lord, though crushing traitors is a wise use of anyone's time. Admiral Tarekk: The more I prove myself, lord, the more I can silence prejudiced fools like Regus. Admiral Tarekk: Of course, your account's being credited as we speak. Admiral Tarekk: I'm glad Regus didn't have your advice. Admiral Tarekk: Indeed. I'm hoping for a frontline posting. Admiral Tarekk: We can't risk another schism. Those defectors represent anarchy and rebellion; have them executed, immediately. Admiral Tarekk: Even in disgrace, Regus and his men can serve the Empire. They can be a lesson on the consequences of failure. Admiral Tarekk: Reconsider, Admiral. The Empire needs every man it can get, and these soldiers will know they owe you their lives. Admiral Tarekk: Hmm. I suppose the Empire can be forgiving in victory--once. Very well, belay that order. Admiral Tarekk: Send the order. Admiral Tarekk: Regus turned himself from a hero to a footnote in the Empire's history, all because of foolish prejudices. He'll never see our rebirth as a nation. Imperial Soldier: Right away, sir. And... thank you, sir. None of us wanted to see those traitors escape. Admiral Tarekk: My thanks again. You've done a great service for the future of the Empire. Admiral Tarekk: The Empire needs time to heal and rebuild, before we finally crush the Republic. Lieutenant Ganev: My lord. Forgive the intrusion; I'd never trouble the Emperor's Wrath, except on orders. Lieutenant Ganev: Pardon the interruption, my lord. But I have orders to bring a matter to the Dark Council's attention. Lieutenant Ganev: So this is the hunter that Mandalore finds so worthy. Interesting. Your handling of Jun Seros is still spoken of. Lieutenant Ganev: Greetings. If my dossier is correct, I'm addressing the agent once known as Cipher Nine. My commanding officer spoke well of you. Lieutenant Ganev: Excuse me. Yes... you match the dossiers I was sent. I need a moment of your time. Lieutenant Ganev: If we can't keep the Empire united, the Republic will destroy us. End of story. Lieutenant Ganev: Admiral Tarekk extends his compliments, and asks you to join him aboard the fleet. A rather... delicate matter threatens the security of the Empire. Lieutenant Ganev: Whatever threatens the Empire will have to crush me first. Lieutenant Ganev: Sith are all well and good, Lieutenant, but you need someone who solves "delicate matters" for a living. That's me. Lieutenant Ganev: I have... experience with security and intelligence matters. Not to mention infiltration, analysis, code-breaking.... Lieutenant Ganev: Trust in me, Lieutenant. When this "matter" is taken care of, you won't know it ever existed. Lieutenant Ganev: Admiral Tarekk has sent an invitation for high-clearance operatives to meet him on the fleet. There's... a matter of Imperial security at stake. Lieutenant Ganev: The security of the Empire is a particular concern of mine. I'm sure your admiral can put my skills to good use. Lieutenant Ganev: You say this admiral's name like I should know it. Lieutenant Ganev: In that case, such matters should be addressed to the Emperor's Wrath, Lieutenant. Lieutenant Ganev: He's extremely capable. I'm sure you'll find all his credentials in order. Lieutenant Ganev: Can you not speak of such things with a member of the Dark Council, Lieutenant? Lieutenant Ganev: Just a heads up: Whenever Imps talk about "the security of the Empire," I add another twenty percent to my fees. Lieutenant Ganev: My time is precious. What kind of security matter is this? Lieutenant Ganev: Forgive me, my lord, I assumed you wished to remain anonymous. Lieutenant Ganev: Admiral Tarekk prefers to discuss the details of this situation in person. Lieutenant Ganev: Excellent. The admiral will be pleased to have such a team to assist him. Lieutenant Ganev: This is the admiral's current location, and the necessary clearance for the fleet. Best of luck. Lieutenant Ganev: I see. Well, I'm sure your... talents will be appreciated. Lieutenant Ganev: So I've heard. I believe your payment's already been cleared. Quotes (Republic)

Jace Malcom: Regus abandoned the Empire--not the war. He's got a fleet of warships and scores of troops. We've lost five outposts to them already--we can't lose a sixth. Republic Officer: We tried to talk them down, but they refused to surrender--they're making a run for it instead. If we launch fighters now, we can destroy them before they escape. Lieutenant Larna: Broke off from the rest of the Empire with his own private army, started attacking everyone he can. He sounds pretty nasty. Click here for more quotes!

Captain Joriv: Strike shuttle's prepped. Next stop, Moff Regus's fortress! Captain Joriv: Nice work! Captain Joriv: Good luck! Captain Joriv: Everything's under control here. Captain Joriv: Ah, you're just in time! Right this way. Jace Malcom: All right, we're all here! Gather around, stay at ease--I know I'm not pretty, but it isn't contagious. Jace Malcom: I'm Jace Malcom, the new Supreme Commander of the Republic armed forces. It's my first day on the job, so I asked you all here to give me a hand. Jace Malcom: It's always a pleasure to work with the Republic military, Commander. Jace Malcom: One of the perks of the new job--a big discretionary fund. Jace Malcom: You must have something important in mind, to need this much help. Jace Malcom: It's an honor to work with you, sir. Jace Malcom: I'm known across the galaxy for my charitable nature. Jace Malcom: What exactly will we be giving you a hand with? Jace Malcom: If the rewards are good, you'll have all the help you want. Jace Malcom: I'm just a soldier, like you. Jace Malcom: Our target is Moff Regus: former Imperial hard-liner, now ex-Imperial renegade. Republic Officer: If he's gone renegade, why's he our problem, sir? Jace Malcom: Regus abandoned the Empire--not the war. He's got a fleet of warships and scores of troops. We've lost five outposts to them already--we can't lose a sixth. Jace Malcom: What's your plan to stop him, Commander? Jace Malcom: Regus isn't acting like a renegade at all. How can you be sure this isn't some kind of Imperial diversion? Jace Malcom: How could the Republic lose five whole outposts before reacting? Jace Malcom: Regus's troops haven't hesitated to attack Imperial forces. In the end, he's a threat to be stopped, period. Jace Malcom: Regus's forces are well trained; their attacks were fast and brutal. It'll be up to us to beat them at their own game. Jace Malcom: The old Moff's forces are busy resupplying on Anvarus, their headquarters. Commodore, your ships will close with Regus's and engage them before they can react. Jace Malcom: Meanwhile, Ground Team One will slip down to the surface and neutralize Regus himself. Questions? Jace Malcom: What will the ground team be up against? Jace Malcom: We'll contact you once Regus is defeated. Jace Malcom: So once we beat Regus, his forces will just suddenly give up? Jace Malcom: I doubt we'll be that lucky. But they won't fight nearly as well without a leader unifying them. Jace Malcom: Our intel is slim, I'm afraid. You'll have to do a lot of improvising in the field--but word is, you're good at it. Jace Malcom: Regus's forces won't make this easy for us. We're going to have to work together to win this. Jace Malcom: I'm counting on you. Your Republic is counting on you. But more than anything, the men and women beside you are counting on you! Jace Malcom: We're all servants of something greater than ourselves--fighters for a noble cause. And today, that cause calls us to overcome a powerful enemy. Jace Malcom: The Force has guided us all here: to this moment, and to what comes next. Jace Malcom: When you're in an op as big as this, just remember: It's no different from any other mission. Jace Malcom: When you pull off something as big as this, everyone wants to shake your hand, buy you a drink... pay for your autograph.... Jace Malcom: This is no time to hold back, people! Get out there and win, no matter the cost! Jace Malcom: Come on, get this crazy plan going before I come to my senses. Jace Malcom: Everyone--to your ships! Captain Joriv: Fantastic work! Come on, everyone's waiting for you! Jace Malcom: Ahh, you're back! Great job! Thanks to you, the last of Regus's forces are scattered to the wind--total victory! Jace Malcom: I'm just glad we could stop Regus before he did any more damage. Jace Malcom: Next time you need to get things done, you'll know who to go to. Jace Malcom: When the next big problem comes up, I wouldn't mind sitting it out. Jace Malcom: You and me both. Republic Officer: Sir? We've located the last of Regus's ships; supply transports mostly, but they've got a lot of heavy weaponry aboard. Jace Malcom: A few runaways are no threat to us. Jace Malcom: Wipe them out, and this threat will be ended forever. Jace Malcom: I just wish we could make these people see reason... launch fighters, Captain--full payloads. Orders are to attack and destroy on sight. Republic Officer: Yes, sir! Jace Malcom: Enough war for one day, huh? Go on, go celebrate--you've more than earned it. Jace Malcom: Hmm... agreed. Let's save our resources for the real Imperials. All fighter crews can stand down, Captain. Jace Malcom: Just remember: You can't enjoy any of that if you don't make it back. So stay sharp out there! Jace Malcom: Follow your orders, focus on your part of the whole, and everything will come together. Jace Malcom: We will face many challenges in the battle ahead. But the Force will be with us. Jace Malcom: Let's get out there and win! Jace Malcom: Insightful as always, Master Jedi. Jace Malcom: The feeling is mutual! Republic Officer: We tried to talk them down, but they refused to surrender--they're making a run for it instead. If we launch fighters now, we can destroy them before they escape. Jace Malcom: Not half as glad as I am, believe me. Jace Malcom: Count on it. Jace Malcom: I'm afraid this isn't a mercy mission. Jace Malcom: We will not shy away, or turn a blind eye. We will stand together, and overcome all darkness! Lieutenant Larna: You need to talk to Captain Joriv, not me! Lieutenant Larna: The fight's over, but the logistics never stop.... Lieutenant Larna: Hold on, hold on--Captain Joriv is the guy you need to see, he'll get you squared away. Lieutenant Larna: No, no, the transports go to hangar five! Fighters are in three! Lieutenant Larna: ...Yes, all of them... no, two hundred proton torpedoes is not overkill... don't give me that, I know your stock numbers! Lieutenant Larna: Got an urgent mission coming together--new Supreme Commander asked for you specifically. Going after a renegade Imperial Moff--interested? Lieutenant Larna: What exactly has this Imperial done? Lieutenant Larna: The Sith frequently split off and fight amongst themselves, but Imperial military forces usually stick together. Lieutenant Larna: We have a new Supreme Commander? Lieutenant Larna: I've taken on a Grand Moff--the regular kind will be easy. Lieutenant Larna: I'd be glad to help. Where can I find the Supreme Commander? Lieutenant Larna: Yes, sir, and he's waiting for you! Lieutenant Larna: What? No, I told you to hold on.... Until I hear "yes, you'll get your torpedoes," you're not going anywhere! Lieutenant Larna: I'm sorry--no, I'm not talking to you! I'm sorry, I need to see to this. Find Captain Joriv, he'll get you to the briefing. Lieutenant Larna: That's what I thought, too. Outside my area of expertise, though. Lieutenant Larna: I guess he's a former Moff, technically. Don't really have all the details. Lieutenant Larna: Broke off from the rest of the Empire with his own private army, started attacking everyone he can. He sounds pretty nasty. Lieutenant Larna: Hang on--sir! Excuse me, sir! Lieutenant Larna, logistics. Lieutenant Larna: Hang on--hey! Yes, you! Hold up! Operation: The Dread Masters This one is also pretty light on the details, but from the looks of it we will be taking the fight directly to the Dread Masters... who knows how this will end!

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Commander Taynis Commander Vox Colonel Flechan G8d3 Supreme Chancellor Saresh Dread Master Bestia Dread Master Brontes Dread Master Calphayus Dread Master Raptus Dread Master Styrak Quotes (Imperial)

Commander Taynis: Perhaps you've heard of the Dread Masters. Sith Lords who cripple entire armies with fear. Once the Empire's greatest weapon. Commander Vox: I once held the Dread Masters' leash. At the Emperor's command, they drove armies insane and crippled fleets with terror. Commander Vox: You have saved the galaxy from the brink of terror. The Empire bows to you. Click here for more quotes!

Commander Taynis: Fear dissipates. News spreads of the Dread Masters' demise. Commander Taynis: Commander Vox awaits. Commander Taynis: The Emperor watches. Commander Taynis: Wrath. Well met. You are needed by the Imperial Guard. Commander Taynis: My lord. A moment. Commander Taynis: Hunter. A job for you. Top tier payment. Commander Taynis: Perfect. Fear hates company. The Imperial Guard needs your hardened minds. Commander Taynis: The Imperial Guard beckons you. Commander Taynis: We watched you on Darvannis. You survived a Dread Master--a first. Commander Taynis: We know of your Belsavis operation. Freeing the Dread Masters. Even keeping your sanity. Good work. Commander Taynis: We know of your Gree encounter on Asation. You defeated Kephess, the Dread Masters' reanimated Trandoshan. Commander Taynis: Perhaps you've heard of the Dread Masters. Sith Lords who cripple entire armies with fear. Once the Empire's greatest weapon. Commander Taynis: Now the Dread Masters act alone. They move to suffocate us with terror. The Empire demands their immediate extermination. Commander Taynis: As you know, the Dread Masters have rebelled. The fate of the Empire demands their extermination. Commander Taynis: I like a good scare. Commander Taynis: Billions would fall to madness. The Sith mustn't reach Imperial space. Commander Taynis: Wherever my master lies, he will hear the Dread Masters' dying screams. Commander Taynis: Commander Vox prepares a vessel for your assault. Trust him. None know the Dread Masters better than he. Commander Taynis: The other Dark Council members bicker on Korriban. I alone possess the power to vanquish these Dread Masters. Commander Taynis: Give me a time and place. I'll bag your Dread Masters. Commander Taynis: Desertion during wartime is punishable by death. I'll see the Dread Masters answer for their dereliction of duty. Commander Taynis: What do the Dread Masters gain by betraying the Empire? Commander Taynis: Only one man holds that answer. Commander Taynis: Excellent. Payment will match the terrible task. Commander Taynis: If only time permitted a public execution in Kaas City. Commander Taynis: The Empire places its hope in you, my lord. Commander Taynis: You bear the legacy well, Wrath. Commander Vox: Your mind is not prepared for the Dread Masters. Not yet. Commander Vox: I sit on the Dark Council, Commander. Darths and Jedi quake in my presence. What do I have to fear? Commander Vox: I'm familiar with the concept of thought manipulation, Commander. The Dread Masters will find me well guarded against their mental tricks. Commander Vox: In my business, fear isn't an option. Commander Vox: You speak to the Emperor's Wrath, Commander. The Dread Masters should fear me. Commander Vox: Scary tales are for children. Besides, what's the worst the Dread Masters can do? Commander Vox: We shall see. Commander Vox: I once held the Dread Masters' leash. At the Emperor's command, they drove armies insane and crippled fleets with terror. Commander Vox: Even the Wrath must be cautious. Commander Vox: Good. Commander Vox: You have much to learn. Commander Vox: Brace yourselves. Commander Vox: Ten kilometers from Oricon, the Dread Masters' moon sanctuary. That's all that stands between us and.... Dread Master Tyrans: Terror consumes! Dread Master Tyrans: Only cowards hide behind the Force. Stop this madness. Dread Master Tyrans: Close your eyes! Block the Dread Masters! They're manipulating us! Commander Vox: Their power grows. We're ten kilometers out, and still the Dread Masters nearly drowned us in fear. Commander Vox: You must move quickly. Take my shuttle to the surface of Oricon. We will await your return at a safer distance. Dread Master Tyrans: Tremble before me! Dread Master Tyrans: Die, Sith! Dread Master Tyrans: Get out of my head! Dread Master Tyrans: Be gone! Dread Master Tyrans: I've had concussions more colorful than this horror show. Dread Master Tyrans: None can frighten the Emperor's Wrath. Surrender or I will destroy you in our master's name. Dread Master Tyrans: Quaint tricks will not deter a member of the Dark Council! Dread Master Calphayus: Never! Dread Master Calphayus: Lies! Dread Master Calphayus: Fool! Commander Vox: Silence the Dread Masters, before they destroy us all. Commander Vox: Remind me--who are these Dread Masters? Commander Vox: Sith, prophets, forgers of nightmares. I envy your ignorance. Commander Vox: But when the Emperor disappeared, the Dread Masters broke their chains, shattered my mind and abandoned the Empire. I screamed myself hoarse in a padded cell. Commander Vox: The Emperor entrusted you as the Dread Masters' guardian, and you let them slip away. Commander Vox: You'll be amazed at what the subconscious hides. Commander Vox: May we meet again. Commander Vox: The Dread Masters were a valuable weapon. Have you tried negotiating their return? Commander Vox: The Dread Masters exist to spread terror. Peace is beyond them. Commander Vox: Insanity was the first of many punishments for my failure. Commander Vox: Every day, the Empire sheds more deserters. The fools flock to the Dread Masters. Commander Vox: Terror ravages their minds, enslaving them to the Dread Masters. Soon this army of thralls will march on the Empire and consume us all. Commander Vox: The Dread Masters' enslaved army will never reach Imperial space. Commander Vox: How can the Dread Masters control an entire army of mindless servants? Commander Vox: Chin up, Commander. The Dread Masters haven't won yet. Commander Vox: You haven't seen what I've seen. Commander Vox: I saw their handiwork on Asation. The horrors they summoned from the Gree hypergate were no match for me. Commander Vox: I faced a Dread Master on Darvannis. This will be no different. Commander Vox: That was one Dread Master. Today, you face the power of all six. Commander Vox: Gree horrors are nothing compared to the Dread Masters' true power. Commander Vox: Don't forget--it was I who saved the Dread Masters from Belsavis. I'm familiar with their brand of terror. Commander Vox: Captivity weakened them. Their strength has grown ever since. Commander Vox: Raptus... Bestia... Tyrans... no! Leave me! Commander Vox: Commander Vox? Commander Vox: Forgive me. Nightmares. Not my own. And yes--I am Commander Vox. Commander Vox: We serve the same master, Wrath. Today, we must join hands to conquer fear itself. Commander Vox: The eyes of the Empire are upon you, my lord. Such power, and a master of spirits no less. Commander Vox: You have a reputation, hunter. Bold, courageous, no stranger to fear. Commander Vox: Tell me--are you prepared to gaze into the face of terror? To have your psyche gutted and flayed by the Dread Masters? Commander Vox: You are difficult to locate. Intelligence may have dissipated, but the Empire still needs your resilient mind. Commander Vox: The Dread Masters scarred you with their mark. You must have learned something in the throes of their nightmares. Commander Vox: The Dread Masters were toying with you. No one, not even an Imperial Guard, can restrain a Sith. Commander Vox: The Dread Masters grow bold in the Emperor's absence. I will remind them of their ruler's fury. Commander Vox: I'm not risking sanity to bring these Sith in alive. Commander Vox: I know. It was respect for the Emperor that kept the Dread Masters in check. Commander Vox: Words can't capture the horrors. But I learned one thing: The Dread Masters must be destroyed. Commander Vox: The Dread Masters drove thousands mad with fear, but you overcame their horrors? Commander Vox: My duty is to my Emperor. Insanity could not stop me from destroying his traitorous Dread Masters. Commander Vox: I expect nothing less from the Wrath. Commander Vox: The Dread Masters flooded them with pure terror. Soon you will understand. Commander Vox: Your resolve is strong. But your mind must be stronger. Commander Vox: We approach Oricon. The Dread Masters expect us. Commander Vox: The Dread Masters showed me your death on Oricon. Now they taunt me with your ghosts! Commander Vox: This is no dream, Commander. The Dread Masters are dead. Their reign of terror has ended. Commander Vox: Then it's true. The nightmare is over. Commander Vox: You have saved the galaxy from the brink of terror. The Empire bows to you. Commander Vox: This victory belongs to the entire Empire, Commander. Commander Vox: The Dread Masters' moon is the perfect site for an Imperial monitoring post. Prepare Oricon, inform the military. Commander Vox: The Dread Masters' moon is a beacon of dark side energy. We must study and excavate every inch. I will see that the Reclamation Service assists you. Commander Vox: The Dread Masters amassed a mountain of powerful assets. We must claim them for the Empire. Commander Vox: My men will prepare for the recovery. Commander Vox: Let's keep this professional. You had a job, I completed it. Commander Vox: As you wish. Commander Vox: The Dread Masters have outlived their use. Death is their punishment. Delivered as quickly as possible. Dread Master Bestia: Fear. Dread Master Raptus: Disrespected. Powerless. Cast out from the Dark Council. Dread Master Raptus: Used by the Hand. The Emperor sacrifices his Wrath. Dread Master Raptus: Contracts failed. Reputation defiled. A mercenary with no clients. Dread Master Raptus: Betrayed by allies. Abandoned to die. Dread Master Raptus: Secrets exposed. Identity laid bare. "Onomatophobia." Commander Vox: End the Dread Masters' reign of terror. For the Empire. Commander Vox: Of course, my lord. Nothing will go to waste. Commander Vox: We will survey the moon immediately. Commander Vox: Guardsmen! Prepare to visit Oricon. The Dread Masters' domain now belongs to the Empire! Commander Vox: What of the Imperial deserters turned mindless thralls. Are they worth recovering? Commander Vox: Traitors deserve no mercy. Crush them into the soil of Oricon. Commander Vox: The feeble-minded deserve their fate. Make their screams echo in the canyons of Oricon. Commander Vox: Save yourself a headache. Blast the lunatics, blame the Dread Masters. Commander Vox: While they live, the Dread Masters' influence corrupts the Empire. Make sure they never leave Oricon alive. Commander Vox: Sedate the thralls. Those who regain their sanity will be welcome additions to the Empire. Commander Vox: You're in no position to turn away recruits. Help the thralls, then let the sane ones back into the Empire. Commander Vox: That's an order, guardsmen. Capture the thralls. Commander Vox: You have renewed the strength of our fractured Empire. We can now sleep without fear, and dream of annihilating the Republic. Commander Vox: That's an order, guardsmen. Execute all thralls on sight. Commander Vox: Good luck. And may the Republic cower before the destroyers of the Dread Masters. Commander Vox: An army of thralls, mental traumas, six Dread Masters... you're racking up quite the bill. Commander Vox: I haven't forgotten, hunter. Commander Vox: My every strike was fueled by the Emperor's rage. The Dread Masters were fools to defy me. Commander Vox: The Dread Masters despaired at my power. Their final moments were spent in absolute horror. Commander Vox: The Sith tricks were cute. But even their biggest scares fell to my blaster. Commander Vox: Reason, self-control and patience are the enemies of terror. Knowing this, not even the Dread Masters could shake me. Commander Vox: Long live the Wrath. Commander Vox: We learn from your example. Commander Vox: Job well done, hunter. Commander Vox: A poetic end. Quotes (Republic)

Colonel Flechan: If we can't stop the Dread Masters on Oricon, we may never get another chance. Your shuttle's waiting. Good luck. Colonel Flechan: The Dread Masters get inside people's heads--make them see things that aren't there, feel things they shouldn't. Be ready for anything. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: If other Sith discover how to emulate the Dread Masters' power, we'll need to understand how it works to stop them. Click here for more quotes!

Colonel Flechan: I'm planning an op. Route your questions through the duty officer, if you can find her. Colonel Flechan: Our guests are finally aboard. All hands, prep the fleet for hyperspace! Colonel Flechan: If we can't stop the Dread Masters on Oricon, we may never get another chance. Your shuttle's waiting. Good luck. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: We're getting reports from every territory the Dread Masters conquered. You brave few broke their stranglehold on the galaxy. Colonel Flechan: I'll sleep easier now--but this war isn't over. Time I got back to work.... Colonel Flechan: We don't need peace-loving Jedi. We need a warrior. Rumor is, you killed the Sith Emperor. You ready to kill more Sith? Colonel Flechan: You pulled together the Rift Alliance--but we're not here for diplomacy. Tell me, Master... can you kill a Sith? Colonel Flechan: I don't want to hear any talk of capturing enemy assets or securing intelligence resources. That's nonsense in these scenarios. Right, Major? Colonel Flechan: In my experience, people of your occupation know better than to leave enemies alive. Isn't that right, Captain? Colonel Flechan: I'm not looking for war heroes, diplomats or glory-hounds. This is a fight to the death, understood? Colonel Flechan: I'll do whatever's necessary, Colonel--as long as there's a good reason. Colonel Flechan: Sounds like you have something personal at stake here, Colonel. Colonel Flechan: I'll protect the Republic--but I only kill when I have to. Colonel Flechan: I've been in favor of killing these Sith since I first heard about them. You'll get no arguments from me. Colonel Flechan: I've got plenty. Colonel Flechan: Listen to a voice of experience. Colonel Flechan: We don't have the luxury of showing restraint. Colonel Flechan: Then welcome aboard. Colonel Flechan: Helmsman, set course for Oricon. All Republic ships jump to hyperspace on my mark. Three... two... one... mark. Colonel Flechan: Years ago, I let Jedi Master Jaric Kaedan convince me to imprison the Dread Masters after we captured them. Biggest mistake of my career. Colonel Flechan: I defend innocent lives, Colonel--and I take prisoners whenever possible. Most Sith don't permit that. Colonel Flechan: Our enemies are not misunderstood. We can't rehabilitate these monsters. Colonel Flechan: There have been times when the enemy left me no choice. Those are not moments I celebrate, Colonel. Colonel Flechan: Not asking you to enjoy it--but there's no room for weak wills aboard my ship. Colonel Flechan: Sometimes it's better to take enemies alive. Sounds like this isn't one of them. Colonel Flechan: Not now, and not the first time I dealt with that scum. Colonel Flechan: It's more of a guideline than a rule--but now that I think about it, I don't have a lot of enemies. Colonel Flechan: You see my point. Colonel Flechan: The Supreme Chancellor says you can handle anything. I hope that's true. The Dread Masters are centimeters away from conquering the Republic and Empire. Colonel Flechan: Ever since those Sith escaped Belsavis, they've laid waste to whole worlds. Those losses--those lives are on me. Colonel Flechan: The only ones who deserve to be punished for all those deaths are the Dread Masters. Colonel Flechan: I've never heard how we captured the Dread Masters the first time around. You were there? Colonel Flechan: Belsavis was a terrible idea. Anyone dangerous enough to be kept there didn't deserve to live in the first place. Colonel Flechan: Haven't been able to sleep for more than a couple of hours since all this started. I can't rest until I know they're dead. Colonel Flechan: Four of us boarded the Dread Masters' cruiser: me, Corporal Kelestei, Private Goste and Master Kaedan. Our orders were to overload the ship's reactors. Colonel Flechan: Been saying that for years. We finally have a Supreme Chancellor who agrees with us. Colonel Flechan: Our scouts detected unusual Imperial activity near the moon Oricon. When we got closer, we realized the Imps were attacking their own fuel depot. Colonel Flechan: The Dread Masters set up a fortress on Oricon right under the Empire's nose. When the Imperial fleet attacked, they lost--hard. Now, those ships are serving the Dread Masters. Colonel Flechan: Guess that rules out calling the Imperial Navy for backup. Colonel Flechan: You're saying the Dread Masters just turned those Imperial ships to their side? How? Colonel Flechan: I don't differentiate between Imperial targets and the Dread Masters. We'll have to kill them all, eventually. Might as well be today. Colonel Flechan: The point is, these Dread Masters aren't your garden-variety Sith. Colonel Flechan: I've experienced firsthand what the Dread Masters can do to your mind. They can make you question what's real--turn you against your friends. Colonel Flechan: Your enthusiasm's heartwarming, but I don't want you rushing into this blind. The Dread Masters aren't typical Sith. Colonel Flechan: Master Kaedan volunteered for a suicide mission to keep the Dread Masters busy, but somehow he managed to take the Sith alive. Colonel Flechan: He convinced me the Dread Masters didn't deserve to die--that we could use them. I liked Master Kaedan, but I shouldn't have listened. Colonel Flechan: Killing a defenseless enemy is against everything the Jedi--and the Republic--stand for. Colonel Flechan: Jedi aren't infallible. They're people--they make mistakes. Colonel Flechan: I understand why you feel responsible, but you couldn't have known this would happen. Colonel Flechan: This time the Dread Masters won't have Master Kaedan to save them. Colonel Flechan: The Dread Masters are never defenseless. If you catch them sleeping, you'd better damn well take the shot. Colonel Flechan: Except when Jedi make the wrong call millions of people die. Colonel Flechan: All my instincts were screaming to kill them. If I had, lots of people would still be alive. Colonel Flechan: Wish you'd been with me that day instead of him. Colonel Flechan: We deployed scouts down to Oricon's surface to gather intel. The reports we got back were lunatic ravings. Colonel Flechan: The Dread Masters get inside people's heads--make them see things that aren't there, feel things they shouldn't. Be ready for anything. Colonel Flechan: I've faced Sith before. I love seeing their faces when I don't run away from their cheap parlor tricks. Colonel Flechan: If it's going to be that bad, I don't think anyone else should go to Oricon. Colonel Flechan: If all the Dread Masters can do is make me crazy, that's going to work out very badly for them. Colonel Flechan: Part of the reason you were picked for this is because of your psych profile. Mental toughness is an asset we need. Colonel Flechan: No choice. Too many ships protecting the approach vector. My job is to keep them off you so your shuttle can reach the surface. Colonel Flechan: Our scouts were hardened soldiers. The Dread Masters broke them easily. Don't let them break you. Colonel Flechan: We'll keep the enemy busy up here. Take the assault shuttle down and finish the Dread Masters once and for all. Good hunting. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: When word gets out that Republic heroes brought down the Dread Masters, military recruitment will skyrocket. Colonel Flechan: And you've bought me peace of mind. I might even be able to sleep. Colonel Flechan: If we don't end this now, the Dread Masters will consolidate power and become unstoppable. This is our only chance to save the Republic. Colonel Flechan: You defeated the Dread Masters twice. I'd say that qualifies you for some downtime. Colonel Flechan: The Dread Masters' evil infected everyone they touched--but time will heal those wounds. Colonel Flechan: This is one nightmare you won't be having again, Colonel. Colonel Flechan: Maybe I'll open a side business in psych counseling... "Personal demons banished for a reasonable fee." It beats shipping flatcakes. Colonel Flechan: How many ships did we lose taking on that Imperial fleet? The battle looked pretty rough from Oricon. Colonel Flechan: The Dread Masters were a diversion. The real enemy is still out there--and now they're free to focus on us again. Be ready. Colonel Flechan: Maybe, but not just yet. Colonel Flechan: There'll be time for healing when this war's over. Colonel Flechan: Plenty more where this one came from, but I appreciate the sentiment. Colonel Flechan: Not quite ready to laugh yet--but thanks for trying. Colonel Flechan: Maybe the Dread Masters were already losing control--or the Imps they were controlling wanted us to win--but our casualties were surprisingly light. Colonel Flechan: The Empire lost a lot more ships here than we did. They'll be licking their wounds for a long time. Colonel Flechan: One last bit of business before we leave: Arm a few baradium fission bombs and level the Dread Masters' base. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Colonel, we sympathize with your feelings--but the Dread Masters are dead. That base contains secrets we may need. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: If other Sith discover how to emulate the Dread Masters' power, we'll need to understand how it works to stop them. Colonel Flechan: All due respect, but we've just proven we don't need to understand that power to stop it. Let's remove the temptation from other Sith! Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Chancellor, we've seen again and again what happens when we try to "preserve" Sith knowledge. I saw what was down on Oricon. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Trust me--there's nothing we need down there. Let's wipe it off the face of the galaxy and get out. Colonel Flechan: Colonel, she has a point. We don't know what the Dread Masters had planned--or if any Sith escaped with their knowledge. Colonel Flechan: It won't hurt to pick through the remains and be certain before we firebomb the site. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: If you're certain there's nothing of strategic value, then I'll trust your guidance. You have authorization to raze the site. Colonel Flechan: Weapon bays, fire at will. Leave nothing standing. Colonel Flechan: Good riddance. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: We may even find weapons we can use against the Empire. Think of the lives we could save ending this war. Colonel Flechan: You know I can't refuse your orders--but I can still choose how they're carried out. I'll lead the team down there. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Colonel, there may still be enemy forces waiting. Think of the risk you're taking.... Colonel Flechan: Do you want the honors? Colonel Flechan: I think you've earned the right to see this through. Colonel Flechan: I've done enough for one day. Someone else can finish cleaning up the mess. Colonel Flechan: I don't often get to level an enemy base from orbit. Thank you, Colonel. Colonel Flechan: Fire control, make room for our guests. Colonel Flechan: Fire control, give our guest access. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: I must share the news of our victory in the Senate chamber. Rest assured, you will all be recognized as heroes. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: The colonel has a right to see this through. Let him go. Colonel Flechan: The Republic has a shortage of experienced military commanders. We can't afford to let them take things personally. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Considering the colonel's feelings, the real risk is that he won't conduct a thorough search before he firebombs the place. Colonel Flechan: I didn't reach this rank by playing it safe--but I'll take a full company down with me. Colonel Flechan: I'll do my duty. I'll bring back anything that can help the Republic. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Very well. You have my blessing. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: The Empire will soon share the same fate as the Dread Masters. I'm sure I'll be congratulating you that day, too. Farewell, for now. G8d3: Thank goodness those awful Dread Masters are finally gone. The Republic--and my overstressed circuits--are in your debt. G8d3: Please, hurry to Colonel Flechan and defeat the Dread Masters. My circuits can't handle the stress! G8d3: Good day. G8d3: Oh, thank goodness you're here! You must help! The Dread Masters are trying to destroy my memory core with their nightmares! G8d3: You are the greatest Jedi warrior. Please tell me you can defeat those awful Sith before their terrifying visions melt my circuits! G8d3: If the Jedi Council's most famous member can't defeat those horrible Sith, I fear my logic processors will overload with nightmare visions! G8d3: Everyone knows Havoc Squad is the greatest commando team in the galaxy. Major, you must destroy those awful Sith before they overload my circuits! G8d3: They say you're the luckiest, most daring privateer in the galaxy. Surely you can defeat those horrible Sith before they melt my memory core? G8d3: Brave heroes are my only hope of sanity. My circuits generate nightmares just thinking about those horrible Sith! Tell me you can defeat them! G8d3: I'm going to make sure the Dread Masters never hurt anyone again--not even droids. G8d3: The Dread Masters are an elusive enemy, but they will be found and brought to justice. G8d3: The Dread Masters are at the top of my target list. G8d3: Relax your processor. As soon as I find those robe-wearing maniacs, they're done. G8d3: What do you know about the Dread Masters? G8d3: Right... droids can't have nightmares. There's nothing wrong with you that can't be fixed by a complete datacore reformat. Go see maintenance. G8d3: Those awful Sith have been terrorizing the galaxy ever since they escaped our prison on Belsavis! They'll conquer us all, unless you stop them! G8d3: It won't help. Those Sith and their terrifying visions will worm their way back into my personality matrix! G8d3: Oh, I nearly forgot! The Supreme Chancellor gave me a recording for you.... G8d3: What a relief, Captain! But what am I saying? We know where the Dread Masters are! Stand by.... Supreme Chancellor Saresh: This is Supreme Chancellor Saresh issuing a galaxy-wide emergency alert to Republic operatives. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: The Dread Masters have been trapped on the Imperial moon Oricon. We must strike quickly before they escape. Supreme Chancellor Saresh: Report immediately to Colonel Flechan at the main fleet for a full briefing. This order overrides all standing mission objectives. Saresh out.... G8d3: Oh, do hurry to Colonel Flechan! My logic circuits weren't built to handle this pressure! G8d3: Just hearing those words fills me with hope. But wait--you haven't heard the news! Please stand by for a priority message.... G8d3: Justice? I just want to stop worrying about them! Oh--but I've forgotten the most important thing! Please stand by.... G8d3: But, Major... wait! I haven't played the Supreme Chancellor's priority message for you yet, have I? Stand by....