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"Liven your step!" she bellowed at the lagging stormtrooper. "I will not tolerate your clumsy promenade! If I see you fall out of formation once more, I promise that you will be immediately reassigned to the coldest, darkest, most remote outpost in the Outer Rim!"
Order and respect throughout the fleet has risen to new heights since the promotion of our newest Grand Moff. She learned well from her meantor, Tarkin: fear prompts order.