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The dense doors of the Chancellor's office sealed shut with a final, heavy click, leaving Fox standing in the sudden silence. The echo of Palpatine's casual, insidious remark clung to the air, chilling him to the bone. It wasn't a direct command, but the implication was a blade against his throat. Paranoia wrestled with discipline as he re-examined every word. Why him? Why now? The fear felt illogical, yet it was a solid, undeniable weight in his gut. Unable to endure the suspense, Commander Fox turned sharply, his cape snapping behind him. He set off on a familiar, urgent route through the Senate Building's endless halls, driven by a single, desperate purpose: to find you and verify their safety.