[Episode V - NR][O12 - Gyndine - NR3F] The Avalanche

It had been the worst week of Bron's life. He had led a contingent of NR troops to demand answers for the atrocities of the Imperial Governor. With one stroke of bad luck his entire company had been killed by a freak speeder accident. The New Republic told him there was nothing he or anyone else could do for reprisal. It wasn't the governor's fault his men were dead. With all other options exhausted he found himself in a small bar somewhere in the seedier districts of Gyndine. 

Dial me up another drink.

The dial's right in front of you. I'm just here to clean the glasses. Though I'm not sure you should have another. I don't want to pay to have you cleaned off the floor.

Lady trouble?

No. Not that's any of your business.

Hey, aren't you the guy that lost 4 men in the speeder accident? Tough break. I'll bet you can't even get revenge for their deaths.

Right on all accounts. Why do you think I'm here drinking away my troubles?

Like you said, none of my business. But I may have some information that could help you more than that bottle can...

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