ABOARD THE MILLENNIAL, SKIES OVER CORUSCANT
Perdante's jaw fell slack. "Mutiny?" she gasped. As Captain Starr and Visas left for the brig, she mumbled to Juhani, "That is not at all what I intended! I simply felt the Captain's aggression rolling off of her in waves, and it frightened me immensely. The Jedi teachings are correct: fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, and hate leads to suffering. I did not control my emotions at that moment, seeking armed conflict instead of a peaceful resolution, as Soldier Zen suggested. I will follow Visas, the Captain, and their escort to the brig and beg pardon. If that doesn't work, then all is lost. Once again, Juhani, I have lost..." In a sign of humility, she unbound her hair.
When they all reached the lowest level of the Millennial, Perdante knelt down before the Captain as Visas Marr was led into a cell by the security droids. "Captain Starr," she began softly, "I implore you to forgive me for my aggression and insubordination earlier. It was a foolish and most likely fatal mistake on my part. If you wish to discontinue me from this mission, you may do so. I have utterly forgotten my place aboard this ship, thinking myself your superior due to my powers. You are right, Captain. I am not a true Jedi."
MIRACLE METALS, CORUSCANT
An administrative assistant droid was there to welcome Garren Shain as he stepped into the front offices of the Miracle Metals corporate building. One would imagine that such a building would be streamlined, noiseless, tall, and ergonomically designed and beautiful. Instead, it looked and sounded just like any other factory would--if, indeed, that factory were not at the peak of its technological capabilities. Miracle Metals was indeed a relic from the "bad old days", as some people called them, but the metal products it produced were truly miraculous. Most high-end medical equipment came from their center...
"Welcome to Miracle Metals, sir," said the droid. "How may I assist you?"
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