I'm assuming we are going to go to some world that is still outside the void but under Rivas' control wave our sabers around all crazy like and get caught and brought to the prison planet.
Indeed. If that's what we need to do to irk the Emperor of the Treganna Void.
"Did you have means in mind for pissing off his Highness?" Galder asks the Lady Adelmo. "I'm sure waving our lightsabers around like the antennae of a luna-bug would suffice, but there's gotta be something really special that'd irk him."
"Indeed. And you are in luck, because before long it is tax collection day on Selanne itself. One of the Emperor's personal tax 'administrators', Noben Lom, will be holding a vast assessment in the city."
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"Though this operation is not without its problems," says Adelmo. "Rivas' tax collectors are not popular; they come with heavy security. You must kill Lom for your crime to be great enough- yet then be captured afterwards without it looking suspicious."
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I think we should pretend we do it for the masses give them back the tax dollars. Jaynestown style. It would be nice to be considered great heroes on some planet, for future endeavors we might plan, like...getting back our lightsabres for example.
"They likely will notice," says Adelmo. "On collection day, the collectors go to the city square of their target area and hold their 'session'. The entire reigstered populcae must visit the tax collector that day, forming a queue that is miles long, to play their amount in person. The collector will have a small army with him to keep the crowd under control."
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