Oh Salvation. That's what it is, I tell you. That dear Admiral Tarkin is going to save this planet from itself. I've lived here for thirty-seven years, and this city has never been more wonderful than when that high prince was cast down and the Empire took his place. The moral fibre of Tae'Karada is safe now. No more bigoted rulers making all the women dress like two-credit whores all for the delight of the chauvinistic bastards in charge of the place. If it's not a woman in power, at least it's someone who's not out to exploit them all.

Living as I do in New Plouton, I get to see a good number of people succumbing to the temptations of what Tae'Karada has to offer. I tell you the planet's just one big brothel. Well, it was. Not now that that nice Admiral Tarkin is in charge. He's our saviour, you know. He'll carry us from the darkness and bring us back into morality. I did as I could as a member and supporter of the Morality Guard. We helped keep the streets safe for people like myself and the others in my neighbourhood. If they'd let me in, I'd be a stormtrooper, helping the Empire to stamp out the vile filth of this place. But, I will have to do my part with the Morality Guard.

We do fairly well for ourselves, but sometimes it's not easy. One time I had these lesbian whores making a mockery of morality right in my store. They fornicated in the changing room, willfully displayed their bodies in public, and engaged in kissing each other. Two women, mind you! That's just not right, and even the High Prince would have agreed with me on that. The one, the younger, bought a dress so shameful that wearing something like that would be a crime. And, she had the nerve to walk out into the center of the store not fully dressed.

The Empire needs to protect against that sort of thing, and the Morality Guard will do all we can to help. May the gods preserve Emperor Palpatine and that dear, wonderful Admiral Tarkin.

Gladyne Faeg, New Plouton shopkeeper