*Aden was sitting in a transport ship with nine other applications, all being transported to a feared admiral, one lucky man the chance to be a personal bodyguard for the admiral. Everyone was silent, the air was tense. After what felt like an eternity the ship finally landed in the loading bay of the large separatist ship in the middle of the fleet. Everyone got up and walked out, standing side by side, waiting for the admiral to come in and pick the lucky winner.
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