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A transcript from the radio chatter of a few empire grunts on a vehicle together on the planet Karak-5. worst idiots in the galaxy trying to get into the greatest city planet ever.
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GNT-44-56: approaching target, get ready.
GNT-44-57: we're still 4 kilometres away from it away from it you fly nutting bozo
GNT-44-56: well, when we're caught unprepped for this operation, it won't be my fault...
GNT-44-58: personally i think this mission is kinda... bad?
GNT-44-56: HEY HEY HEY
GNT-44-57: WHAT IN HIS HOLY NAME IS WRONG WITH YOU?
GNT-44-60: 59 DIDN'T GIVE HIS LIFE FOR YOU TO SAY THAT YOU BING B-
GNT-44-56: SHUT UP DON'T SAY THAT WORD YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS
GNT-44-60: oh yeah you're right... anyway, for insubbordination and doubting the holy word of the emperor [[several rapid volleys of gunshots]]
GNT-44-58: [[SIGNAL LOST]]
[[COMMUNICATION ENDED]]