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"Death is not the end. Only when a person is forgotten will they truely die in the eyes of the universe."
Three pazaak gamblers found themselves in the dunes of the desert outside Anchorhead. The leader of the trio, a Lamia named Barrel, had made a bet against a Gamorrean that the loser of a game would explore the ruins of a deserted sandcrawler.
The sandcrawler had been abandoned yesterday, the inhabitants missing without a trace. What was even stranger was the fact that the sandcrawler hadn't been pilaged by other Jawas or raided by Tusken Raiders.
It just stood there, empty.
"Next time, don't include us in your bet," complained Doc, an Ithorian.
"The Gamorrean cheated, I'm sure of it," grumbled Barrel, stubbornly refusing to believe he had lost fair-and-square.
Barrel, Doc, and the Twi'lek arrived at the sandcrawler. The dead silent sent chills down the Twi'lek's spine. Doc looked back towards Anchorhead, which he guessed the Gamorrean was watching them from afar, making sure the trio went inside.
"Hey, all we have to do is go inside for an hour and come back out," said Barrel. "How hard can it be?"
Barrel, followed by Doc and the Twi'lek, entered the sandcrawler. There was evidence that the generator was still running since some lights were on, illuminating the dank, brown halls. The trio explored a bit, trying to find their way to the bridge. During their exploration, they found the hold, broken droid parts littering the floor.
"I don't believe it!" shouted Barrel gleefully, spotting something in the mess. "I've been looking for that for a while."
Barrel broke formation and ran over to a junk pile, picking up a droid head. He turned to look at his friends, who had remained where they were.
"Can you believe this or what?" snickered Barrel.
As if to kill all happiness in the sandcrawler, a beam above Barrel's head creaked. The rusty support broke and fell straight on Barrel's head, killing the Lamia on impact. Doc and the Twi'lek screamed.
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The Gamorrean watched as the trio entered the sandcrawler. He couldn't help snickering. A figure walked over to him. He put down the visor to look at the newcomer. He recognized her.
[Ah, the Witch of Endor], squealed the Gamorrean.
The Witch of Endor sat down next to the Gamorrean.
"Don't mind me," said the Witch. "I'm just visiting."
The Gamorrean resumed spying on the sandcrawler. After a couple minutes, he spotted Doc running out of the sandcrawler.
[What's he doing?] wondered the Gamorrean.
Doc managed to take a few steps before collapsing. A metal spike impaled in his back was now visible.
-Dezmonariero Nnitrilyaje
Three pazaak gamblers found themselves in the dunes of the desert outside Anchorhead. The leader of the trio, a Lamia named Barrel, had made a bet against a Gamorrean that the loser of a game would explore the ruins of a deserted sandcrawler.
The sandcrawler had been abandoned yesterday, the inhabitants missing without a trace. What was even stranger was the fact that the sandcrawler hadn't been pilaged by other Jawas or raided by Tusken Raiders.
It just stood there, empty.
"Next time, don't include us in your bet," complained Doc, an Ithorian.
"The Gamorrean cheated, I'm sure of it," grumbled Barrel, stubbornly refusing to believe he had lost fair-and-square.
Barrel, Doc, and the Twi'lek arrived at the sandcrawler. The dead silent sent chills down the Twi'lek's spine. Doc looked back towards Anchorhead, which he guessed the Gamorrean was watching them from afar, making sure the trio went inside.
"Hey, all we have to do is go inside for an hour and come back out," said Barrel. "How hard can it be?"
Barrel, followed by Doc and the Twi'lek, entered the sandcrawler. There was evidence that the generator was still running since some lights were on, illuminating the dank, brown halls. The trio explored a bit, trying to find their way to the bridge. During their exploration, they found the hold, broken droid parts littering the floor.
"I don't believe it!" shouted Barrel gleefully, spotting something in the mess. "I've been looking for that for a while."
Barrel broke formation and ran over to a junk pile, picking up a droid head. He turned to look at his friends, who had remained where they were.
"Can you believe this or what?" snickered Barrel.
As if to kill all happiness in the sandcrawler, a beam above Barrel's head creaked. The rusty support broke and fell straight on Barrel's head, killing the Lamia on impact. Doc and the Twi'lek screamed.
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The Gamorrean watched as the trio entered the sandcrawler. He couldn't help snickering. A figure walked over to him. He put down the visor to look at the newcomer. He recognized her.
[Ah, the Witch of Endor], squealed the Gamorrean.
The Witch of Endor sat down next to the Gamorrean.
"Don't mind me," said the Witch. "I'm just visiting."
The Gamorrean resumed spying on the sandcrawler. After a couple minutes, he spotted Doc running out of the sandcrawler.
[What's he doing?] wondered the Gamorrean.
Doc managed to take a few steps before collapsing. A metal spike impaled in his back was now visible.
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