2068, Imperial Inquisitor
Arden-Lyn shook her head. "It wouldn't be surprising if a transport convoy from the Galactic Empire or the Duchy of Dawn showed up. But the thing is, even if they were transporting something here, they would never fly their own flag. So what surprises me is that Hora, that dim-witted guy, somehow knew right away that it was an Imperial convoy."
Hearing this, Jing Fang also sensed that something was wrong. "Indeed. That can only mean this transport convoy was flying the Galactic Empire's flag."
Arden-Lyn tapped a few times on her communicator, but received no response. "No, communications have been cut off. Hora's probably in trouble. Let's go! To the Rahr tribe!"
With that, she leaped onto the speeder bike. Jing Fang followed close behind, ran over, and sat in the back seat. After hesitating for a moment, he lightly wrapped his arms around Arden-Lyn's firm, slender waist, which did not have an ounce of excess fat.
Arden-Lyn frowned, but said nothing. She merely shouted, "Hold on tight!"
She abruptly pushed the power to maximum, and the modified Zephyr-G speeder bike shot off like an arrow loosed from a bow. With a hum, it surged past 300 kilometers per hour and sped toward the Rahr tribe.
Meanwhile, a fierce firefight was erupting amid a stretch of hills far beyond the reach of civilization.
More than a hundred Galactic Empire storm commando soldiers in white polymer alloy armor kept firing as they advanced forward in alternating cover, moving in five-man squads.
Before them stood a rugged hill. Amid its complex terrain, a dark gun barrel protruded from nearly every shadow, taking aim at any storm commando soldier who exposed himself and firing!
Hidden within that hill was a Tusken Raiders tribe—the Rahr tribe. They were under