Dantooine was largely populated by farmers; good, law-abiding citizens who did not enjoy loosing freedom for no purpose. When word of a curfew came into light, the insurgents stuck inside their homes, much like any other law-abiding citizen, but the grumblings about the government would be more persistent now. Of course, it didn't help that a pair of young lovebirds, Tommy Joe Brown and Susie May Hootle, simply out for walk to enjoy the stars and speak of their upcoming marriage, which, incidentally, happened to make their large families quite happy, as both families were large grain merchants, had been nabbed by the Dantooine Militia and spirited away.

Oh, law-abiding citizens the Dantooineians might be, but an oppressive government, especially such a new one, was not a good sign.

Over the load speakers, a simple message would be placed out, "Return to your homes, terrorist acts abroad, return to your homes, terrorist acts abroad"

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Proper terrorism was a subtle act, when done correctly. The constant militia patrols were a hassle, of course, but blending in with the townsfolk had been easy enough, for the insurgents had been there for a time, never meeting in groups, always operating in cells and in general, doing nothing to upset their neighbors. Yon Garraty, a rather good farmer, happened to be the leader of one of the three cells. As such, it was deemed that the loudspeakers that the new administration were rather laughable and would, therefore, be the target of the next vandalism.

Of course, time would be given for the uproar so far to die down. No acts were taken without Yon's direct approval and, if and when the eventuality came that the militia were released from their constant patrol, as it was possible that continuous curfews and martial law might well upset people (though who could say?), the loudspeakers in a number of areas would be targeted by the occasional blaster shot, simply enough to destroy the speakers and nothing else. One man with a sense of humor rigged the loudspeakers on one street to play a funny little ditty about Senator Ray's mother engaging in sexual practices with a Gungan and a Hutt at the same time.

As far as safety went, it would be impossible for security patrols to be posted everywhere at once, more than likely, and the culprits disguised themselves as much as possible. Of course, the above actions would only be taken when the major security was given up.

Havoc wouldn't be the first Jedi that Boba Fett had hunted on the Empire's behalf, and he would be no less deserving of his punishment. While Fett had no vested interest in politics, except for where it could line his pocketbook, he did believe the Jedi to be the criminals the Empire claimed. They should never have attempted to wrestle control of the Republic from Palpatines hands; perhaps if things had been done differently, the Purge wouldn't have been necessary, but in the end the Jedi had shown their true colours.
And to go up against the established galactic authority warranted justice.
"Unidentified vessel, you are entering Dantooine airspace, please state your name and ship registration" a voice said over the loudspeaker.
"Dantooine control, transmitting Imperial clearance. No name or registration will be necessary" Fett replied, transmitting the code provided to him. He could have activated Slave I's sensor mask, but on a planet as sparsely visited or civillised as Dantooine, his arrival would have been noticed anyway. Better to do things through official means.
The onboard computer confirmed his code had been transmitted, and Fett waited, though he knew it wouldn't be for long.
"Ah... of course, we have no wish to upset an agent of Lord Vader. Your stay will be unhindered" came the terse response from Dantooine control.
Fett didn't bother with a reply, instead thumbing off his comm unit, and making for Garang spaceport.