Marin
Sharpshooter

Registered: Apr 2002
Location: The gap between your ears.
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*A large Trade Federation ship appears on the horizon, and troop transports are deployed from the ship, and they advance onto a small clearing in the forest.*
Damn, Trade Federation. Okay guys, we better tail it out of here... Master doesn't like casualties.. *Enters a transport and the transport disappears from radar and flies out of the planet's atmosphere.*
Hmm what's this.. a tracking device!?! Damn Bounty Hunters! *Throws the tracker on an exploding canister and launches it from transport.*
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