*Orthos heads off to his quarters. As he freshens up, he begins to think to himself*
Great. Father's got another weapon of mass destruction. I'll bet he'll be going after Uncle Starkiller with it.
*Orthos is becoming more worried. He remembers his father's conversations with the Emperor about some big weapon and some old powers...*
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