2459, Star Killer
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!!!
Gunfire... explosions... screams... the howl of fighters streaking low overhead... the heavy footsteps of massive walkers advancing... and the Wookiees' distinctive, trembling roars of rage...
He's here! He's here! It's that man!
Run!! Run!!
Aah!!!
"Where is your master? Speak!" A demonic voice rang out.
Hummm!... Swish~~~~!!
Aah!!!!
Aah!!!!!! The screams went on without end, accompanied by the hum of a Lightsaber swinging.
Then, all sound vanished, leaving only utter silence. All that remained was heavy breathing from behind metal...
Huff... hiss... huff... hiss... huff... hiss...
"Come with me, before more people come to kill you." The voice seemed to rise from the depths of the earth, like a demon's low growl, chilling everyone to the bone.
"You will no longer be weak. You will become... stronger!"
Galen Marek opened his eyes, awakening from meditation. The shuttlecraft jolted and shook around him. He turned toward the porthole and saw Blaster Beams and anti-air missiles constantly streaking past outside. One missile, diverted by an electronic jamming field, nearly grazed the ship. Its spreading smoke trail filled the view, briefly obscuring everything beyond the window.
But to Galen Marek, everything was incomparably clear.
One anti-air missile position. Several TIE fighters had already dived down to bomb it. Six anti-air laser cannon positions, manned by roughly 110 people. There was also a four-man portable anti-air missile launch point; they were relocating into a building behind them.
Just then, the door flew open, and an officer in a gray Empire military uniform ran over in panic. "Sir! We've entered the combat zone! The rebels' anti-air fire on the ground is too intense! We may not be able to reach the target!"
Galen Marek glanced at him and said calmly, "Open the hatch."
The officer froze. "Sir?