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“The Dort team rumbles down the field of the Colliseum as fur and fists fly. The ball floats upward on a mindwave and the bearish players turn in fierce pursuit. But the ball is lost; in its place looms an enormous, unmarked spacecraft, blocking the sun. The vessel descends slowly onto the feld and armored thugs pour from its belly. Laser beams flash, batons strike. In moments, the ship is gone and so are 150 spectators. Terrorists? Only the Empire knows for sure.”
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