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So the Capitol planet had fallen to the so called ‘New Republic’. Given the corrupted riff raff that had been running it, he shouldn’t be too surprised.
His…..predecessor had been wise to keep this project most secure. He would strike soon----while the motley rabble of rebels and traitors thought themselves victorious.
The Skywalkers…..a threat yes, but one he was more than equipped to handle.
First things first, however. He turned away from the holo stream, to the three dimensional image floating in the middle of his vast chambers. Her blue arrow shape held deadly promise, and with the Death Star gone, she was the greatest weapon in the galaxy.
Special. Unique. Exceptional. He had read all the detailed reports and meditated upon her. He would be needed personally from the outset in order to take her.
She was set to be retrofitted and repaired in four days time at Kuat. He could be patient a few months more, get his men in place.
He turned and strode back to the viewport, gazing at the vast fleet waiting and ready to serve him.
The New Republic would soon be swept away by the might of the First Order.