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@ -157,7 +157,6 @@ class EvMore(object):
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Scroll the text to the next page. Quit if already at the end
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Scroll the text to the next page. Quit if already at the end
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of the page.
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of the page.
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"""
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"""
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print "page_next:", self._pos
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if self._pos >= self._npages - 1:
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if self._pos >= self._npages - 1:
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# exit if we are already at the end
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# exit if we are already at the end
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self.page_quit()
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self.page_quit()
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@ -188,222 +187,3 @@ def msg(caller, text="", **kwargs):
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always_more = kwargs.pop("always_more", False)
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always_more = kwargs.pop("always_more", False)
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EvMore(caller, text, always_more, **kwargs)
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EvMore(caller, text, always_more, **kwargs)
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class CmdTestMore(Command):
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"""
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Test the more functionality.
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"""
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key = "testmore"
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def func(self):
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testtext = """
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Chapter Four
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“So,” Emperor Palpatine said, his eyes glinting from the
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shadows beneath the peak of his hood. “It is as I suspected.
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Moff Glovstoak is a traitor.”
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“He’s at least an embezzler, my lord,” Mara said. “I don’t yet
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know whether or not he’s committed actual treason.”
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“I consider theft of Imperial funds to be treason,” the
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Emperor countered. “Your part in this is now ended, my
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child–others will carry on from here. You have done well.”
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“Thank you,” Mara said, feeling the warmth of his approval flow
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through her. “Then unless there’s something more urgent
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pending, I’d like permission to do an investigation of the six
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artworks I found in Glovstoak’s safe. The ones I examined
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appear to be from a batch of ten that were stolen from a
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gallery five years ago during an attack on a Rebel cell on
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Krintrino.”
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The Emperor’s face darkened. “So as well as being an
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embezzler, Glovstoak may also be connected with the Rebel
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Alliance?”
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“Or he may have a connection with the Imperial forces who
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carried out the attack,” Mara pointed out, a little
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cautiously. The Emperor was a wise and good man, but he had an
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odd tendency sometimes to see Rebels and Rebel conspiracies
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where they might not actually exist. “Or it could have been
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pirates or thieves who simply took advantage of the attack’s
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chaos to grab and run. The interesting point is that Glovstoak
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apparently bought them through an auction house, which
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suggests he and the seller wanted a stamp of legitimacy put on
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the transfer.”
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“You said ten were stolen,” the Emperor said. “Yet only six
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were in Glovstoak’s safe?” “Yes,” Mara confirmed. “And all six
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were apparently bought at the same time about eighteen months
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ago.”
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“Where are the other four?”
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“As far as I know, they’re still missing,” Mara said. “That’s
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one of the questions I’d like an answer to. Another is why the
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original owner suddenly decided he needed such a large influx
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of cash a year and a half ago.”
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For a minute the Emperor remained silent, and Mara felt a
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flicker of satisfaction. Private transfers of valuable objects
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happened all the time across the Empire, for any number of
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legitimate or borderline-shady reasons. Such questions coming
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from many of the Emperor’s other advisers and assistants would
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likely have been dismissed out of hand as irrelevant.
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But Mara was the Emperor’s Hand, recruited and trained
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personally by him, and he trusted her instincts. “The loss of
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the Death Star was a great shock to even my strongest
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supporters,” he said at last. “Some, perhaps, might be
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wondering if my Empire is indeed the likely winner in this
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conflict with the Rebel Alliance.”
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“Of course it is,” Mara said automatically.
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The Emperor gave her another thin smile. “Indeed,” he agreed.
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“But not everyone sees things as clearly as you and I. If
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Glovstoak is not connected to the Rebellion, perhaps one of
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our wealthier citizens has decided to play both sides. Tell
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me, what is the current Rebel presence in Shelsha sector?”
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“I don’t know yet,” Mara said. “I was planning to comm
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Shelkonwa and ask Governor Choard’s office to prepare a summary
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for me.”
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“Don’t,” the Emperor said, the corners of his lips turning
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down with contempt. “Barshnis Choard is a competent
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administrator, but he has far too many ties with the wealthy
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and powerful of his sector. He might leak news of your
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investigation to the very people you seek. No, you will
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instead use my personal library for your research.”
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Mara bowed her head. “Thank you, my lord.”
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The Emperor held out his hand to her. “Go,” he said.
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Mara stepped forward and took his outstretched hand, feeling a
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fresh wave of warmth and strength flow into her, then stepped
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back again. “One other thing, my lord,” she said. “When you
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have Moff Glovstoak and his administration arrested, I would
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ask that a member of his staff, General Deerian, be exempted
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from punishment.”
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The Emperor regarded her thoughtfully. “You believe him to be
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innocent of Glovstoak’s treason?”
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“I’m certain of it,” Mara said. “He’s also an honest and
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honorable man. I don’t wish to see the Empire deprived of his
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service.”
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The other’s lip may have twitched slightly at the word
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honorable. But he merely nodded. “As you wish, my child,” he
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said. “I will have General Deerian transferred immediately to
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a position here on Imperial Center, where he will remain
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untouched by Glovstoak’s imminent destruction.”
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“Thank you,” Mara said. Turning, she strode across the expanse
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of the throne room, passed between the silent red-robed Royal
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Guards, and stepped into the turbolift.
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The Emperor’s library was a large and very private place, used
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only by a few of his top people, and only with his express
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permission. Normally, there were a handful of attendants on
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hand to assist, but as Mara walked between the tall stacks of
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data card file cabinets toward the retrieval stations at the
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center she was struck by the unusual silence. Apparently all
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the attendants had suddenly found a need to be elsewhere.
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As she rounded the last cabinet she discovered the reason for
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their absence. Seated alone at one of the three computer
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stations was Darth Vader.
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“Lord Vader,” she said politely as she stepped past, her eyes
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flicking automatically to the display screen in front of him.
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His arm came up, just high enough to block her view.
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“Emperor’s Hand,” he greeted her in turn, his voice deep and
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stiff and darker even than usual. “What do you want?”
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“I was given permission to do some research,” Mara said,
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continuing past him and seating herself at one of the other
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stations.
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But even as she turned on the console and started keying for
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her data search, she could sense his brooding attention switch
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from his research to Mara herself. Vader had always been
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polite enough, but even without Mara’s Force sensitivity it
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would have been abundantly clear that he didn’t like her.
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She’d never figured out why that was. Certainly their goals
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were the same: service to the Emperor and his New Order.
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Perhaps he thought her training had taken too much of the
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Emperor’s time and attention, or perhaps he suspected her of
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trying to supplant him in the great man’s eyes.
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Both thoughts were ridiculous, of course. Mara had her work to
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do, and Vader had his, and there was no point trying to
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second-guess the Emperor’s wisdom in the way he employed
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either of them.
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But she had yet to find a way to get that message through to
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Vader.
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“You seek information on the Rebels,” Vader said.
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“Don’t we all?” Mara said drily. “Specifically, I’m interested
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in the ones in Shelsha sector. Would you happen to know
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anything about that?”
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“There are no known or suspected bases in the sector,” the
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Dark Lord rumbled. “The single major listening post was raided
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and destroyed a few days ago. I suspect there to also be some
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important supply lines running through the sector, but that
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has yet to be verified.”
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“Any important sympathizers?”
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The sense of coldness around him deepened. “There are
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sympathizers everywhere,” he said. “As well as others who
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conspire to overthrow their superiors.”
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Mara felt an unpleasant trickle run through her. “Lord Vader,
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rest assured that I have no intention–”
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“Good day, Emperor’s Hand,” Vader cut her off. With a swirl of
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black cloak, he stood, turning off the console as he did so.
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Turning his back, he strode away.
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“Thank you for your assistance, Lord Vader,” Mara called after
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him.
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The other didn’t reply, the sense of coldness fading as he
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departed. The door slid open at his gesture, and he strode
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from the library.
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Mara took a deep breath, let it out in a weary sigh. What was
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he worried about, anyway? Loyalty was, after all, one of the
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Emperor’s greatest qualities; loyalty to all who were loyal to
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him. How could Vader even think his Master would push him
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aside for anyone else? Especially for someone as young and
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inexperienced as Mara?
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Shaking her head, she turned back to her console, forcing her
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mind back to her job. So the Rebels had supply lines through
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Shelsha sector. That was good to know. She finished keying in
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her request for general Rebel data, then added a search for
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major and minor traffic lanes, out-ofthe-way spaceports, and
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any known centers of smuggling or other criminal activity.
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The computer set to work, and Mara sat back to wait . . . and
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as she hunched her tired shoulders, her eyes drifted over to
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Vader’s console. The Dark Lord was never very pleasant, but as
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she thought back on their brief encounter it seemed to her
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that he’d been even more on edge than usual.
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Maybe she could find out why.
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"""
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msg(self.caller, testtext)
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