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The Alliance landed on Endor and celebrated with the Ewoks. They just killed hundreds of thousands, perhaps millions of the Empire's Solders. They took off early in the morning to avoid the debris from the Death Star, which would gradually shower Endor in flames and steal over the next century, destroying the ecosystem.
(Which is why the Ewok TV specials hand deserts in them, right?)
Credits role. Now new adventures can begin.
Day 1 is over! Night 1 has begun! You have 24 hours!
The man led the group, flying high above the planet surface. He honed in on the target site. "Drop away," he told the next in line. A flurry of precision explosions rattled the ground, collapsing tunnels.
Underground, a familiar group stopped abruptly as the tunnel ahead collapsed. "We're going to need a new exit!" One side, blaster in hand. "Oh dear!" said another. A third just chirped.
They returned down the side, holo-vid cameras following their every more. On the other side of the link, the contemplative man merely watched.
They turned down a passage, but were unable to find their way through. Turning around, they found themselves trapped as a stealthed group lashed out with sudden finesse, striking them all dead.
Fredwood is dead! He was Lando, Luke, Leia, Han, Chewbacca, R2D2, and C3PO (Town), the original heroes from THE Trilogy that always seemed to be in the thick of the action.
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A man with mostly grey hair massaged his temples and breathed heavily behind his large desk. Nothing was going the way it was supposed to, none of his creations were taking the shapes they had formed inside his head. “Of course, why didn’t I think of this sooner!” With that the bearded man began feverishly erasing his words and scribbling new ones.
Elsewhere, a figure blinked out of existence but began reappearing, taking on a completely new form. “Woah, I feel.... different, I feel... powerful!” After examining his reflection, the figure decided he liked his new, twisted exterior - it would go devilishly well with his new mind.
“That’s probably enough for tonight,” the seated man said as he rose from behind his desk, his mind already thinking about what changes he would come up with tomorrow.
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Elsewhere, a single pilot who was presently away from his squadron exited hyperspace, only to look down a warfleet, the likes of which he had never seen. He kicked his X-Wing around, but all the skill in the galaxy could not protect him. Something was ...off.
Linkor is dead! He was Corran Horn (Town), officer of the investigative unit, CorSec, a man who would one day be a Jedi, but now dead.
Night 1 is over! Day 2 has begun! With 13 players remaining, 7 is a majority. You have 24 hours!
Elsewhere, a single pilot who was presently away from his squadron exited hyperspace, only to look down a warfleet, the likes of which he had never seen. He kicked his X-Wing around, but all the skill in the galaxy could not protect him. Something was ...off.
Linkor is dead! He was Corran Horn (Town), officer of the investigative unit, CorSec, a man who would one day be a Jedi, but now dead.
Night 1 is over! Day 2 has begun! With 13 players remaining, 7 is a majority. You have 24 hours!
Could that be the Yuuzhan Vong? Is that how you spell it?