[Waiting on Cracken for judgement of Stormbaltz]
*Deac recieves a call on his communicator*
Comm: Colonel, you're wanted on Coruscant. Urgently.
Deac: Any more to the message.
Comm: New Republic Army didn't say...
Deac: Right. Tell them I'm on my way. *Heads toward ship and sets a course*
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