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[fighting_mad]

It would be startling, if anyone were watching. One moment, the empress is leaving the banquet hall in a poorly-hidden bad temper, and the next, a dark-haired aide is suddenly by her side as they step through the archway and continue down the corridor.

Plourr glances over her shoulder, but no one at the table appears to have been looking.

The corridor--walls steely blue, and floors a dark gray shining marble--is simple and empty, but for a guard who turns the corner and bows his head respectfully as he passes. Plourr tips her head in return, and she looks back again as they round the corner. No one appears to be staring or coming after.

Her evil plan is working?

"Welcome to Eiattu."

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[fighting_mad]

Plourr walks across the cold expanse of floor to the nearest shelf of blaster rifles, and she pulls a vicious-looking rifle out from a row of its fellows.

"It's simple," she says, checking the rifle over and checking the safety, movements quick and expert. She jiggles it in Ajedrez's direction. "Blaster."

She picks out a power pack from the shelf below, and holds it out for Beatriz's inspection. "Power pack."

She slams it home into the rifle, and brings the big weapon up with the stock pressed to her shoulder, pointed at the far wall. "Point and shoot."

She sights along the barrel for a moment, then lowers it. "I can't fire in here. This is an A280 blaster rifle; probably bigger than anything you'd want." She grins. "Packs a hell of a punch, though. It can cut a stormtrooper in half at medium range, straight through his armor."