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It has been three weeks since Chaz Artpo, Easy, and Sel Rach have been trapped on the roof top of the tower. To the clan’s misfortune, they ran themselves clean of their food and other supplies with nothing but a few rounds of blaster fire.
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No longer sure of what he should do and how he should lead his team, Chaz often looked to meditation to seek out guidance in order for his friends to live.
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But just like all the other times Chaz tried meditating, he would find no reply from the Force. He would be in a bad mood every time afterward. Easy wished she could do something to make him feel better but…what use was it? Nothing could be better out here.
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Former mercenary, Sel Rach found peace in staring at the sky. The thunder rolling overhead, and the dark clouds blanketing the sun.
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Suddenly, Chaz felt a tremor in the Force,
“Friends, they’re coming!”
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“NNNRRRRAAARRRRRGGGG!”
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“SSSSSCCCCCCRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEECCCCHHHHHH!!!!!”
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“As if nothing could become worse!” Sel gasped as he drew his blaster.
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“An episode of pain is worth a moment of peace. We will suffice!” Chaz encouraged,
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Inspired by his clan leader’s words, Sel defended his section of the building with his life as the dead swarmed into the elevator-shaft opening.
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“Limited choices!” Easy growled as she picked off one Screecher after another.
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“Just stay alive!” the Nautolan Jedi Knight persevered as he dismembered a hungry Screecher.
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As fast as light he spun in a blur of motion as he guided his cerulean blade in a fan of controlled fury taking down one Screecher after another.
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“There’s so many!” Easy traumatized,
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“I’m running low on ammo!” Easy gasped as she protected her post with her life.
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“Is there an end to this dark abyss?” Easy grumbled.
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“If there is, we won’t live long enough to see the end of it.” Sel answered negatively,
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“Force,” the Nikto cried out, “I come to unite with thee!”
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“May I honor my fallen brothers with my action.”
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“Sel, no!!” Easy cried out, but it was too late.
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The dozens of Screechers including Sel had been vaporized, clearing most of the dead…
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But the Jedi was still yet in a deep struggle for life,
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“Don’t give up, Chaz! I’ll take out as much as I can!” Easy supported as she fired her last two shots into the horde of the dead.
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“Chaz, I’m out!”
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“No one is ever out…”
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“…Until the exit is given to them!”
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Musing over the smothering heaps of boiled blood and gore, Chaz walked over to the ledge to check for more of the dead, but unknown to him, one of the dead corpses survived Chaz’s blade lying in the heap of the dead.
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“SSCCRREEEECCHH!!”
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Losing his balance, Chaz began to see his life flash before his eyes. He looked for an escape route…
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…But found none.
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“Chaz!” Easy cried out, blasting a hole through the Screecher’s back.
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“Chaz…”
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“You left me…”
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“I’m alone…”
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“…again.”
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EASY WILL RETURN…
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