Quick! Kill him! Fire! Fire!
He can't get away! Group 4, surround him from the direction of Sealed Compartment H!
He's wounded! Don't be afraid of his Force! Blow him up with rocket launchers!
Damn it! This is the docking bay! Don't let him escape!
The bulkhead! He's cutting through the bulkhead with his Lightsaber! Stop him!
"Argh..." A man whose face was covered in war paint suddenly cried out and snapped his eyes open. He was drenched in cold sweat. Looking around, he found himself in the cramped cabin of a spacecraft. The cabin had clearly been specially modified, its walls covered in soft padding, with nothing inside except seats.
He raised his hand and looked at his wrist. A heavy pair of cuffs was locked around it, and the flashing light on them indicated that if he tried anything, a powerful current would instantly surge from the cuffs.
More than a dozen people sat around him, all with their heads lowered, their faces blank and dejected.
The man shook his head, trying to clear his muddled thoughts. What had happened over the past few days had been too terrifying, too deadly. He had been tormented by nightmares ever since.
Nightmares of being betrayed by comrades he had once fought beside, then hunted relentlessly to the death...
Order 66.
He was a Jedi Knight. Not long ago, he had been taking part in the Galactic Republic's assault on Saleucami Planet. Saleucami Planet was a fortress painstakingly built by the Separatists' Robot General, General Grievous, who had hoped to use the planet to hold back the Galactic Republic's counterattack.
While concentrating his limited fleet at Saleucami Planet, General Grievous had also constructed a heavy planetary orbital cannon in the planet's orbit. Its firepower was immense; even a Hunter Class Battlecruiser