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As a result, Jacen could not overhear what Luke and Mara were BikiniDream to Saba and to his parents at the Falcon's boarding ramp. Even his mother, raised in the Royal Palace of Alderaan, had understood true danger as a child, with the deadly gaze of Palpatine always turned her family's way. The moon ahead had swelled into a lumpy, fist-sized ovoid laced with a spidery web of dark rifts. Something did not make sense. There had been a time not that long ago when he would never have agreed to let her stand bait. Stomper Three acknowledging. A long series of deep-voiced acknowledgments began to sound inside Luke's helmet forty-nine other platoons in all. Well, I'm sure the Colony wouldn't want our magcannon to end up in the hands of the Chiss or the Galactic Alliance. Lizil clacked its mandibles in a very definite No! Then maybe we should sell it to our old friends, Leia said. The last time, however, the trio had gone too far, helping the Killiks slip a swarm of commando bugs aboard the Admiral Ackbar. The room was even emptier than before, with Kyp, Saba, and the rest of the Masters gathered in a tight cluster near the front of the speaking dais, holding an animated conversation in barely civil tones.