Check in. As newly minted, Imperial Intelligence Agents, bin Bon and Jub, are paradoxically tasked with making sure the Rebel

Alliance succeeds in an arm deal that the Imperial Security Bureau is trying to prevent.

This job brings Bin-Bahn, Jubna, and Wreath to the corporate sector home of lavish luxury and petty free market tyranny

And then we get a wipe to an imperial transport pulling into the station on the corporate sector.

As we get off, we see a canto- bright style montage to like very peppy jiz of like all of the

fabulous people walking around in very expensive clothing like at this beautifully

appointed thing that's essentially like a mall. There are a lot of designer outlets around you, there's gambling areas, and there are

ads everywhere. If you've seen depictions of Coruscant, it's like chorousant with 30 times the neon signs and

glowing holograms there are ads literally everywhere encouraging you to buy and shop. There are lots of holograms

welcoming people. Welcome consumer that just inviting people in and you're

inundated with prices and menus everywhere you look.

Jibna's putting like a space email into everything.

No, no, no, no, hey buddy, don't do that.

But I can have a offer.

Also I'm sure they probably deactivated your email when they, when your life was...

I don't get an I-I email?

Do we get I-I- emails?

We haven't really been on board it for saying.

Yeah, when is, when is,'s train, uh, do we have...

Oh, you don't need training? Do we talk to HR? No, I'm taking care of all that. You guys are, you guys are

full eye, I'm completely enrolled. Are you my work friend?

Play?

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