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The Imperial penal colony on Tartaaris is under duress…
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…as a trio of prisoners have disappeared from the watchful eyes of their Imperial oppressors.
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Led by Rykrof Enloe, the group traverses the dangerous lair beneath the Imperial complex…
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…knowing at any moment, they could be captured by the Empire, or killed by the mysterious underground inhabitants, known as the dwellers.
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“We’re not going to get much further,” Atracion warns.
“Those creatures could be anywhere.”
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“That’s why we keep moving,” Rykrof tells him.
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“Look there,” Sarlo interjects.
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“That must lead into the complex…”
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“…but I’m not sure we can bust through.”
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“Oh,” Rykrof replies as his lightsaber hisses to life, “I think we’ll manage just fine.”
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Meanwhile, the Stormtroopers within the Imperial base are on high alert…
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…as Chief Rolem inspects the ranks.
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“Do you know what’s going on?”
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“Riots outside… getting ugly.”
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Meanwhile, the Imperial warden entertains several wealthy guests…
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…who amuse themselves by placing wagers on the life expectancy of the prisoners outside the complex.
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“Marvelous,” Trade Official Rube Goopway chuckles.
“That feisty Abednedo is still alive! I knew he’d make it past the sentinel droid!”
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“They’ve never made it this close to the complex barriers,” Chilopada Bimwappo chirps.
“This is distressing!”
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“There is nothing to be concerned about,” the Maker assures his guests.
“These riots will pass…”
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“…and we will soon locate Rykrof Enloe.”
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Outside, prisoners from throughout the penal colony have united..
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…and have begun to overwhelm the Imperial patrol units!
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What once was isolated to Rykrof’s group has evolved into overwhelming numbers…
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…and the Maker’s twisted creations are destroyed!
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Few of the riot guards remain…
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…as the convicts fight for their freedom…
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…however, many are cut down by the Maker’s defense forces!
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“Damn!” Chilopada Bimwappo curses.
“I had two thousand credits on that scum!”
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“Where could Enloe be?” Imperial Dignitary, Atticus Tiro, wonders aloud.
“I hope he wasn’t killed without us getting to see it!”
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“I’m beginning to wonder that myself,” the Maker admits under his breath.
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Meanwhile, a laser blast cuts through an Imperial officer inside the base!
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“Well, come on!” Rykrof insists to his comrades.
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“I never thought we’d actually make this far,” Atracion concedes.
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“Neither did I,” Sarlo agrees.
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“Just stay close together, and keep your voices down,” Rykrof offers.
“There might be a shuttle we can grab in the docking bay.”
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“This wasn’t supposed to happen, was it?” Rube Goopway asks while gazing into holo feed.
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“They’ve broken into the complex!”
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“This has gotten out of hand!”
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The Maker’s vanguard quickly react to the breach…
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…but are met with deadly force!
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“Kill them all!”
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Sensing their first opportunity at freedom in years, the prisoners frantically rush through the complex…
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…as the Stormtroopers begin to regroup!
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Bewildered droids are caught off guard…
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…whilst the battle for the facility ensues!
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But the Imperials are organized and better equipped…
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…and begin to gain the upper hand!
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Little do they know, several dwellers have followed Rykrof…
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…and entered the base!
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As the battle ensues, the mob of prisoners are slowly taken down one by one.
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The troops corner the prisoners…
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…showing no mercy!
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As realization sets in, many begin to surrender.
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“As you can see,” the Maker calmly tells his guests…
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“Everything is under control.”
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“It appears that way,” Atticus Tiro smiles.
“But what is THAT thing? I’ve never seen such a creature before.”
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“What the…”
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“…G’AAAAHHHH!”
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“F…L…EEEEE……SHHHHHH!”
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Panic takes over as several dwellers pounce on the Stormtroopers!
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“What are these things?”
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“Blast them!”
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“There’s too many of them!”
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“They’re everywhere!”
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Amidst the chaos, Chief Rolem frantically hurries down a corridor…
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…and enters the gambling chamber.
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“Chief Rolem,” the warden grunts.
“The creatures have gotten inside.”
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“I would suggest taking your guests to Sector Four,” the old Imperial offers.
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“What? Are we in danger?”
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“This is simply a precaution,” the Maker assures him.
“While Chief Rolem’s troops manage this slight impediment to our games.”
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Meanwhile, the battle continues…
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…as the Maker’s security droids escort his guests to a safe location.
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He then stops in his tracks…
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…just as a laser blast strikes one of the droids!
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“What in the…?”
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“…it’s ENLOE!”
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Rykrof then fires another shot into the droid!
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“This is all his doing! KILL HIM!”
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The convicts continue to fire at the Imperials…
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…striking the other droid!
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Both guardians collapse to the ground…
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…right when several dwellers appear!
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Rykrof ignites his lightsaber as one of the creatures knocks away his blaster…
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…and the others attack the Imperials!
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“No!!! Stay away from me!!!”
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Slashing through the closest dweller, Rykrof then turns…
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…and watches as the Maker is overtaken!
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Chief Rolem narrowly escapes the carnage!
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“Let’s get out of here!” Sarlo insists.
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“It looks clear to the left!” Atracion suggests.
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The Maker then succumbs to his fate!
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Moments later, Rykrof can barely believe his eyes…
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…a Lambda-class T-4a shuttle!
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“It’s almost too good to be true!”
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“That’s the Maker’s personal ship!”
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“Get on board,” Rykrof insists.
“This is our ticket out of here.”
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Rykrof then pilots the spacecraft…
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…leaving Tartaaris behind!
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Back at the complex, the Imperial forces have eliminated the creatures…
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…and all remaining prisoners have surrendered.
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Chief Rolem then prepares to deliver his report…
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…knowing his superiors will be displeased with what has transpired.
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Soon, an Imperial Star Destroyer arrives in the system…
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…and a flurry of activity surrounds the planet.
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Although he is relieved that he won’t have to deliver his update in person, a chill strikes down Chief Rolem’s spine as a hologram begins to materialize in front of him.
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“Chief Rolem, you may spare me the specifics of the security breakdown,” Grand Moff Tarkin begins.
“What I want is your assurance that with your promotion to warden, that any and all games pertaining to the prisoners have ended… permanently.”
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“Yes, of course,” the new warden insists.
“These unnecessary festivities made the complex vulnerable. Such activities will not be permitted moving forward.”
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“I am pleased to hear it,” the grand moff replies.
“Now, I understand there was a shuttle stolen during the incursion. Which prisoners escaped?”
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“There were only three of them… I am awaiting verification, but I do not believe any of them are of any importance,” Warden Rolem reports.
“In addition, it’s a marked shuttle. They can’t get far.”
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“I see,” Grand Moff Tarkin replies thoughtfully.
“Inform me once you have confirmation of their identities. Lord Vader has requested this information personally.”
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