A very short chapter... sorry...
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Missing
XIII
With great gratification, the Imperial general surveyed the ruins that had once been a Rebel outpost. The buildings lay in various stages of collapse; many were on fire, the flames casting an eerie orange light over the destruction. Bodies lay scattered amid the debris, most of them Rebels who had been unlucky in making an escape. Imperial casualties had been low, Alliance casualties high. The general's only disappointment lay with the Rebels captured alive. None of them had been among the higher ranks and all of them were now dead. The Imperial informer planted among the Rebels had said Organa and Rieekan were in command here, but they had eluded capture once more.
"Sir."
He turned to find one of his officers behind him. "Yes?"
"We have managed to break into their data banks, sir. Unfortunately, the majority of the information has been wiped; but due to the damage the computer suffered, they didn't—"
The general broke him off. "Get to the point, Major."
"Yes sir! They were building up for a strike. There are parts of an attack pattern, squad hit points and a few fragmented coordinates. But, with the limited information we have, we do not know where they were planning on hitting. We do believe, however, that it's for one of our larger installations."
The general reviewed the area again, then issued his orders. "Finish up here. We'll leave a small garrison to set up a post of our own, and relay the information you've learned to all commands. Someone else may learn something."