The end of the Golden Throne


Mood on the station.

The tension on the station is palpable. Every person turns to face the Rebels in recognition. People whisper among themselves. People give a wide berth walking through the crowded hab halls avoiding the group like the Emperor’s wrath was going to fall at any moment on the group, destroying everyone standing too near.

The Groups agents have to step twice as light and work hard to find merchants willing to sell the goods they seek. It is not impossible though. For every merchant who closes their doors another opens. A desperate merchant foolishly hoping to profit when the specter of death hangs over the station.



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