
Rhydonium is a highly volatile gas. To transport it safely the miners of Sarapin encased it in an alloy and heat sealed it using the natural lava flows of the planet.

Overlooking the operations those in the control tower were too occupied in monitoring the safety levels to notice a lonebeing enter the chamber.

In all the bustle of the work Bron was able to use the security card he stole off the office on Reytha to quietly let himself into the sealing room.

To the average observer, work seemed to be carried out by local Sarapin workers and guarded by the average hired security team. But Bron knew things in this facility weren't as they appeared on the surface.
He couldn't save the men and women under his command on Gyndine. But maybe he could still do some good...
Halt, who are you? You're not authorized to be here.
I'm just a simple man, looking to correct injustices in the galaxy.
Guards! Get this lunatic out of here!
Do you deny working with the Empire to transport Rhydonium onto the surface of Reytha?
At the mention of the Empire those in the control tower alerted the Imperial forces elsewhere in the facility.
You don't know what you're getting yourself into. The Imperials pay well, if we didn't agree to their terms they would have just killed us anyway.
I'll bet you sleep really well at night.
Officer, this man is disrupting our work. Deal with him.
You're coming with us!
The unmistakable sound of a thermal detonator counting down echoed through the chamber.
We're not going anywhere...
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