33, the dark curtain gradually opens
Coming out of the high tower of the Jedi Temple, Obi-Wan Kenobi pulled Qui-Gon Jinn, who was hurriedly on his way, "Master, are you just ignoring this matter so carelessly? Investigate it through the Republic's Department of Commercial Management?"
By the time they remember such a thing, I'm afraid I will be 90 years old."
"You also heard it. This is the decision of the Supreme Council." Qui-Gon shook his head and continued walking forward.
They passed by a room and saw a tall old man with gray beard and hair holding a holographic communicator and talking to a man in a gorgeous robe. Sensing that someone was paying attention, the old man moved his fingers lightly, and the door of the room closed on its own.
"It's Master Dooku. He seems to be talking to Senator Palpatine. Their relationship has become very close recently." Obi-Wan sighed.
"Since the battle in the Mandalorian system 10 years ago, my master has gradually lost trust in the Jedi Order. Now he is more inclined to solve problems through political means. The conflict between him and Senator Palpatine
The relationship is not surprising now," Qui-Gon said.
"Okay, so what should we do about the Endor galaxy? Are we really going to ignore it?" Obi-Wan asked.
"Let's investigate ourselves." Qui-Gon Jinn boarded the spaceship and set a course directly to the administrative area of Coruscant.
Obi-Wan saw his master's actions, smiled and said: "So you have begun to distrust the Supreme Council?"
"It's not that I don't trust them, but it's because there are too many things happening in the Galactic Republic now, and they don't have the execution ability to cover everything." Qui-Gon Jinn pointed to the co-pilot's position, "But we have such execution ability.
"
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"...That's what happened, Mr. Congressman." In the room, Master Dooku said calmly to the holographic projection of Senator Palpatine in front of him.
"Okay, a group of people drove a huge civilian spaceship to colonize the planet Endor, and then they killed the bounty hunter you sent out." Palpatine smiled, "Okay,
It seems that this matter is indeed worth noting, but it is really not something we need to pay attention to. Maybe in 200 years, the planet Endor will become a member of the Republic."
"With all due respect, Mr. Congressman, the planet Endor is located in a remote area of the outer ring. Even if a sovereign planet rises there, the management of the Republic will not be able to touch it." Master Dooku shook his head and said.
"So this is what we are working towards, Master Dooku. To turn the Galactic Republic into a better, more powerful country. A powerful country that can command and forbid, and can use all the resources of the entire galaxy with just one sentence. Here we are.
On that day, we will be able to do anything." Palpatine opened his arms and said with longing.
"You are a good man and a unique politician, Senator Palpatine. But I have to remind you that in this decadent Galactic Republic, it is difficult for people like you to live too long." Dooku said in a deep voice.
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"Even if I am assassinated tomorrow, I will still die on the right path. My death will guide the way forward for those who come after me. The Republic needs people like me to die." Palpatine said seriously.
Dooku took a deep breath, bowed and said: "The existence of people like you means that the Republic can still be saved. Thank you, Senator Palpatine."
Palpatine returned the greeting, "That's what I deserve, Master Dooku."
After closing the communication, Palpatine left the Galactic Senate Building and returned to his simple residence. He took off the gorgeous robes representing the members, put on a gray coarse cloth cloak, and covered his face with a hood.
After confirming that no one was paying attention around him, he took the secretly hidden floating airship from the hidden passage and left here.
In a dark and complicated corner on the lower level of the Coruscant Industrial Zone, Palpatine stepped off the airship, took out a unique communicator, and connected the communication. A tough-looking man with tattoos on his face appeared in the holographic projection.
The woman, when she saw Palpatine, growled: "You are finally willing to contact me!"
"You'd better look forward to next time, maybe I'll be in as good a mood as I am today, and your Nebula Front is all under my control!" Palpatine's voice became dark and hoarse, like an old beast with an injured throat.
Roar.
The woman's temples twitched, obviously suppressing her anger. She lowered her head and said, "Tell me, our goal."
"Rima trade route, after 47 standard hours, a trade alliance merchant fleet will transport minerals to this place for supplies. Hijack this batch of minerals and send them to the planet Kalinda. Someone will help you handle the goods." Pal.
Patin said in a low voice.
"How will the payment be paid?"
"I will have someone specialize in laundering the money, and then you will get half of it, 2 million credit points. And the other 2 million credit points, this is another task: you have to use the bank trust fund to transfer it in your name.
This money is given to my agent."
"As long as you can get the money, it's a small problem. Tell me who you want to give this credit to."
"The current Speaker of the Galactic Senate, Finis Valorum." Palpatine spit out an astonishing name in a voice that was so distorted that it became cloying.
"Hahahaha, it's very interesting. We have accepted this task."
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Dawn planet outer space, lower deck of the mothership.
The solemn bugle sounded, lingering over the empty deck.
There was no military band, and the bugle sound was played directly by the mastermind, but it did not affect the solemn and solemn atmosphere of the scene at all.
Tang Xiao, wearing a straight military uniform, stood at the top, maintaining a military salute and looking forward. Qi Jian, Clement and other major officials of the Fourth Civilization stood in the back row, also maintaining a military salute.
In front of them, 100 marines lined up on both sides, assault rifles with bayonets inserted in their hands and raised high to the sky. 42 metal coffins were neatly placed in the middle, with a symbol of the Fourth Civilization etched on each coffin.
This is a newly designed mark. The main body is a galaxy shape with only four cantilevers. Two long swords representing force and power are crossed at the back. At the top is the word 4TH. and below is the word Sce, which represents the fourth.
Civilization, or the fourth natural disaster.
These 42 coffins are the 34 fighter pilots and 8 transport ship crew members who were killed in this bounty hunter attack. These are also the first batch of warriors killed by the Fourth Civilization after coming to the world of "Star Wars"
, and everyone present knew that this was definitely not the last batch.
Tang Xiao took a deep breath and said slowly: "They are all the best fighters and the best pilots. I believe that if they are given an equal opportunity, each of them can easily kill the incoming bounty.
Hunters. But no... all they can fly are old-fashioned fighter jets."
His tone gradually increased, "But even so, they did not flinch at all! Knowing that their weapons could not penetrate the enemy's shield, and knowing that the enemy's laser cannon only required one shot to destroy them, they did not flinch at all.
!Because each of them knows that they are the guardians...the guardians who protect the last fire of our fourth civilization!"
This chapter has been completed!