On Yavin IV, Deathstroke and the others watched an Imperial walker lumber through the distant forest before stopping in one spot. Every step the steel behemoth had taken came with the crack and crash of falling trees.
The four-legged machine stood twenty-two meters tall and looked like an elephant enlarged many times over. It moved a little sluggishly, and its only weapons were a few laser cannons mounted on its head. Even for an armored troop carrier, that was far too little firepower.
It was like building a tank weighing more than forty thousand tons and putting a single machine gun on it. If the designer had lived in the Iron Father's era, he would have been sent straight to the Gulag to mine ore. Wasn't this a waste of resources?
Aphra stood in the shade with her binoculars raised. After a long, careful look, she lowered them and told Deathstroke, "Besides the walker, there are three platoons. The Imperial Army is still searching the base here after the Rebel Alliance evacuated. That makes getting into the Massassi Temple a little harder."
This was the Yavin System, where the Battle of Yavin had taken place. The Death Star had fallen into the ocean of Yavin V two years ago, and plenty of mercenaries and treasure hunters were salvaging things there.
Thanks to the cover they provided, entering the system had not been difficult. The Empire turned a blind eye to people picking through the Death Star's wreckage. It could simply buy up anything valuable before anyone else did.
Security on Yavin IV remained tight, however. The former Rebel Alliance base was inside the nearby temple, and the Empire was searching the area.
"I missed the Battle of Yavin." Master Offee looked up at Yavin V, as if hoping to glimpse