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Obsidian returns to Dorado's office.

Obsidian: Sir. I have devised a proper strategy to deal with the pesky rebels.

Sard walks to a droid, that was outfitted with a mirror. He arranges his hair slightly, until he says.

Sard: Now.. The rose?

A small compartment opens on the droid('s rear). A robotic arm holding a bright red rose comes out, and Sard grabs it.

Sard: *clears voice*...I'm coming.. Iolite.