ABOARD THE MILLENNIAL, IN THE BRIG
Pauel's skull was positively reeling, as well as his mind. Here he was, the Apostle of Truth, second only to the Prophet Khristoff himself, stuck in the cold, smelly brig of a Republic warship! His cell only contained three things: a rusty sink, an even rustier toilet, and a cot with only the barest of mattresses and blankets. How old was this vessel, anyway? He thought he could barely discern the word MILLENNIAL upon each of the three items in question, but with his vision still blurry from having his head smashed into the table at Geeda's Cantina, he wasn't quite sure. One thing of which he was sure, however, was that they all would pay, every single one of them: his captors, the two thieves who had stolen his own frigate, the Standard, and everyone in the galaxy if they didn't manage to "shape up and ship out". Once Khristoff came down from his Celestial Tower upon the Pure World, the final reckoning would take place! Pauel smiled and licked his lips. He couldn't wait.
NAR SHADDAA, IN THE DIRECTION OF GEEDA'S CANTINA
"By the way, Mica," continued Perdante humbly, "if it turns out that we won this battle and captured Pauel, what are we going to do with him aboard the Millennial?"
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