Many of the Strikers leaders where dashing around urging restraint. They did get many takers, so the violence was nowhere as near as bad as it might have been. Not that one would have noticed that from the Imperial press the next day. Well, looking at the number of people, or indeed whole species that had been wiped out by the Empire, the hyprocracy of the Press, hanging on about this riot was really breathtaking.

Not that this stopped them. For the next few days, their was in-depth 'analysis,' of the riot, many shots of the strikers, those that did riot, always at the uttermost worst, and always at the most violent. There was one particular scene where some police where running away and where set upon by some Oxheys, big hairy bipeds, and beat up severely. Of course the fact that the Oxheys had recently seen their planet ripped apart by the Empire and where feeling a bit sore and one of their fellows had been brutally shot when trying to surrender was never mentioned.

No, all the attention was given to these big, hairy, people beaten up some Imperial Police. No attention was made to the efforts of Mugwort, Dave, Mr.N and many others to stop the entire occasion getting totally out of hand. Though deaths there where in the fraccaus. Around 100 in fact. Totally miniscule in comparision to the deaths by the Imperials, but that did not matter much to the media.

Whitesnake himself was met by Tarkin a little while later. Tarkin did give him some praise. 'I have to admire your restraint. Under such circumstances. Personally, looking back at it, I wouldn't have thought that many Imperial officers would have done so, even you I would have thought have lost it. But you did well showing such patience and looking at the bigger picture. Well done.'

'Yes, thank you. But I did so much want to just unlease pain and mass-destruction at those people. Which I was unable to do so. What I need know is the need to cause some random and pointless pain. Sorry, it's just my Imperial training breaking in.'

Tarkin smiled. He understood Whitesnake's frustration. But he did have the solution. 'Baldrick, over here, I think Whitesnake wants a word!'

'Coming sir,' obeyed the rather dim-witted rating.

Whitesnake smiled too, he thought he knew Tarkin's idea, 'Ah, yes, Baldrick, stand right there and thrust out your groin.'

'Like this?' replied Baldrick thrusting out his pelvis.

'A bit more so,' said Whitesnake, then kicked Baldrick hard in the groin. Baldrick fell over in pain.

Tarkin laughed, 'Feeling a bit better now? And if you are in the more for more unreasonable violence, keep in touch. I believe we are on the verge of kidnapping a couple of important Union leaders, for intense interrogation.'

In the Union cantina, Mugwort was reading some of the Imperial propaganda and sighing sadly. It seemed that the Imperials had won a major propaganda battle. Well, for a Galaxy that was rife with official violence, massacres and prison cruelty, one wouldn't believe how much fuss was been made over a little riot. But much fuss was been made. All the press had page after page of ugly looking pictures, all involving the security in trouble. And the electronic media had shot after shot of dangerous, violent seeming rioting. Well, actually it was the same picture been repeated endlessly, but that was how these people worked.

'It didn't look good did it?' gasped Mr.N sitting down next to him. Mr.N was rubbing some bruised ribs. He had them treated, but he had been hit by a Stormtrooper's Psychowhip and had three ribs broken badly. The bacta tanks had been busy recently so it was not possible in some cases to have perfect treatment despite advance medical techniques.

'No, I'm afraid not. I think we're losing support in the council. If only some of those Lords and Ladies knew what was really going on but they won't get it from these people. The relationship between the council and Palpatine is interesting. Officially Palpatine is in charge, but...'

Mr.N noticed something. 'I can feel some sort of presence. Is something burning?'

'No, that is the Dark Lord, Vader, Look!' hissed Sarah sharply.

Indeed it was. Tall, black-armourned, helmeted and flanked by stormtroopers, the Lord of the Sith was searching for something. It looked an ominous sight. Mr.N and Sarah quivered in fear. Mr.N put his arm around Sarah, as she looked particularly afraid.

Which was actually more due to the fact that she simply was afraid of the Empire's chief henchman. Sarah was actually adapt in the same powers as Vader himself used, the force. In a very crude manner. She was one of those taking up by the Jedi, The Emperor's and Vader's sworn enemies in her early years.

But she wasn't in the same league of force talent as those around her. In fact it wasn't very pleasant sometimes been trained in single-combat and been beaten up very often! But for some reason which seemed strange to her now, she was desperate to be a Jedi. But she was obviously out-classed.

Indeed, she remembered the way she left. She had just been in single-combat with another Jedi girl of her own age and had lost rather badly. She was taken before the council and had pleaded, 'Please, let me be a Jedi, I want to be a Jedi!' But this was to no avail. The Jedi council simply couldn't let someone with her limited abilities be trained, it would have been a danger to her.

It's head, Yoda had told her kindly, 'A Jedi you cannot be. A jedi most cannot be. Unfortunate this is. Another day, another time, maybe Jedi we make you. But not with this war. Jedi today need to be Warrior. Sad this is. You must learn the adventure of life without Jedi!'

Mind, when she find out what had happened to the Jedi, wiped out to the last Jedi, she was quite pleased she hadn't been chosen for one! Now, Vader and his Stormtroopers where scouring the place. Quite where he had the authority from wasn't clear but Mr.N was taken away. Vader came before Sarah. He stood there tall and extremely menacing. 'Have you seen any Jedi around here? I wasn't here for them, but I sense something. I think someone near here has force capabilities. Know of them?'

'No, no, no idea, what is the force some sort of crazy religion?' Sarah stammered. If Vader did consider her limited force abilities to be a thread, she would have been unable to stop anything he did.

Vader put his face close to hers. 'Maybe, maybe not. Perhaps you have Force sensitives. Are you a Jedi perhaps?'

It was ironic, she thought, considering what she once said, but Sarah begged, 'No, no Jedi I am, please believe me, I don't want to be a Jedi, I'm not a Jedi!' Vader looked long and scarily. But he obviously believed her and with a quick snarl he and his stormtroopers with their captives departed from the cantina.