"Why doesn't he have to wear these itchy uniforms like the rest of us?" Thurik Vron whispered under his breath to his partner Davin Orin. The two ISB agents tried not to look over their shoulders at the man in the black robes who was speaking to their commanding officer. Orin elbowed Vron sharply in the ribs. "SHH! I heard he's been sent here by Darth Vader himself. Something about weeding out some Jedi cult in the lower levels." Thurik gulped. "You mean they are sending a team down to the lower levels soon? I suggest we start looking busy right now." The two hurried down the hall.
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