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[OOM: The Dark Portal is destroyed and the forces of Azeroth must seek shelter on the world of Draenor.]

The Door does not open.

Instead there's a flash of purple light in the form of concentric, oval rings. An older man in dusty blue and silver robes and holding a staff appears at the center of them and for a moment he looks terribly confused. His eyes start to glow the same shade of purple as he looks around, stopping when he spots the Window. The glow fades as his mouth falls open.

Then he grins. "Ha HA! I knew it! Modera owes me a drink!"

[OOC: Open all weekend!]

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"Fel magic," Khadgar says darkly. "Some of the foulest. The very souls of the slaves used up and destroyed."

At behest of the Iron Horde. All to conquer Azeroth.

"Of course there are slaves," That kind of awful always needs them.

"They had to build and power the Portal somehow," Khadgar says bitterly. This is still somehow all Garrosh's idea, though they didn't see him today.

"Are there still slaves on your planet?"

"Probably," he sighs. "But neither the Horde nor Alliance use them. Nor do we ally with those that do."

"That's something. There are still slaves and slavers in the galaxy."

"That is unfortunate. Does your empire approve?"

"Not officially but they do business with slavers."

Khadgar considers that.

"And do you approve of this?"

"No, I don't, but I don't have a lot of power. I'm one pilot,"

Though he lets some of his anger come through to see how Khadgar reacts.

"I am sorry," Khadgar says sympathetically. That must be hard. "Are there any in power who are trying to change it?"

"Some Senators are trying to and there are small rebel movements but its not always easy to see change other than the Empire trying to strike them down."

"Oh. That is unfortunate." And sounds rather like what Garrosh would do.

"You said Senate but it almost sounds more like a dictatorship."

"It is, but the existence of the Senate soothes those who don't want to think about the true power and danger of the Empire."

Khadgar finishes off his glass of wine.

"I fear I have been fighting for too long. I could not just stand by and let such injustice stand."

Cassian nods, he had a sense that Khadgar might be sympathetic,

"I understand that feeling, that's why I'm one of those rebels. I've been fighting in some way against the injustices of the Empire since I was a boy and it was first created from the Republic."

"Have you had much success?"

“Some, the Empire’s big enough that it has lots of little weak spots but it’s harder to do a lot to them,” He has hope that the Empire will fall, Cassian just wonders if he’ll be alive to see it.

"When the Horde rebelled against Garrosh, the Darkspear Rebellion sought assistance from the Alliance. Are there any you could turn to for help?"

"No, we have enough trouble connecting with each other. Most of what I do is trying to find those who will fight."

Khadgar lets out a huff of air.

"Well, you've impressed me again, Cassian. That is not easy work."

Cassian rubs the back of head, he knows he's good at what he does but someone being impressed is disconcerting, "No, but it needs to be done or else we'll never be able to take down the Empire."

Khadgar gives him a genuine smile.

"That's why it's impressive."

"Thank you. Do you have any more questions about Milliways?"

"Oh, hundreds! But I believe you offered to show me the garage?"