Gemini Conspiracy
The Dort team rumbles down the field of the Colliseum as fur and fists fly. The ball floats upward on a mindwave and the bearish players turn in fierce pursuit. But the ball is lost; in its place looms an enormous¸ unmarked spacecraft¸ blocking the sun. The vessel descends slowly onto the feld and armored thugs pour from its belly. Laser beams flash¸ batons strike. In moments¸ the ship is gone and so are 150 spectators. Terrorists? Only the Empire knows for sure.