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'''The Escape''' | |||
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'''Intro''' | |||
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"If you're thinking of visiting Sian, don't." | "If you're thinking of visiting Sian, don't." | ||
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-- Vagrant's Guide to the Cosmos (revised edition, published after the Centurian invasion) | -- Vagrant's Guide to the Cosmos (revised edition, published after the Centurian invasion) | ||
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"He's dead," you say. "I'm on my way back." | "He's dead," you say. "I'm on my way back." | ||
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So close... You have to make it... | So close... You have to make it... | ||
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'''Fist of the Emperor''' | |||
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"Enemies!" Ragnar shouts the word aloud, abandoning his implant. | "Enemies!" Ragnar shouts the word aloud, abandoning his implant. | ||
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Armor cracks like the shell of an egg. The Centurian flies across the room as though blasted by a powerful explosion instead of a punch -- dark blood gushing from his mouth. When he lands, he lies still. | Armor cracks like the shell of an egg. The Centurian flies across the room as though blasted by a powerful explosion instead of a punch -- dark blood gushing from his mouth. When he lands, he lies still. | ||
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'''More Haste, Less Speeder''' | |||
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"You're psionic!" Ragnar says. | "You're psionic!" Ragnar says. | ||
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You're near the lake when the long, slender vehicles appear -- each carrying two Centurians on its back. Weapons fire from their pistols pulses in the night. | You're near the lake when the long, slender vehicles appear -- each carrying two Centurians on its back. Weapons fire from their pistols pulses in the night. | ||
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'''Hover Speeder Havoc''' | |||
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"Secure the vehicles," you say. "Don't destroy them unless you have to. Ragnar -- I'm looking at you." | "Secure the vehicles," you say. "Don't destroy them unless you have to. Ragnar -- I'm looking at you." | ||
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"Get me close enough to shoot," you say. | "Get me close enough to shoot," you say. | ||
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'''The Empire's Finest''' | |||
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Larger firearms are difficult to wield effectively on the back of hover speeders. Thus a speeder-to-speeder battle usually becomes a close-range exchange of pistol fire -- each gunner using one hand for stability and the other to take potshots. | Larger firearms are difficult to wield effectively on the back of hover speeders. Thus a speeder-to-speeder battle usually becomes a close-range exchange of pistol fire -- each gunner using one hand for stability and the other to take potshots. | ||
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"I like it." | "I like it." | ||
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'''???''' | |||
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Networks of laser fire crisscross the black heavens, grids of death and destruction. Swarms of fighter ships swim after you, weapons blazing. Great silver clouds of tiny drone ships surge like immense schools of minnows -- turning space into a seascape. Warships and cruisers loom towards you, their immense bulk promising annihilation. | Networks of laser fire crisscross the black heavens, grids of death and destruction. Swarms of fighter ships swim after you, weapons blazing. Great silver clouds of tiny drone ships surge like immense schools of minnows -- turning space into a seascape. Warships and cruisers loom towards you, their immense bulk promising annihilation. | ||
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The cheer which rings through the cabin when the galaxy blurs through the window seems to last for an eternity. Even the Emperor lends his voice to it. And millions upon millions of miles distant, aboard a TALOS cruiser, Wilex, Wu Tenchu, and Princess Illaria celebrate a victory which no others onboard even know exists yet. | The cheer which rings through the cabin when the galaxy blurs through the window seems to last for an eternity. Even the Emperor lends his voice to it. And millions upon millions of miles distant, aboard a TALOS cruiser, Wilex, Wu Tenchu, and Princess Illaria celebrate a victory which no others onboard even know exists yet. | ||
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"Everything's ready," the Chief Assembler says. | "Everything's ready," the Chief Assembler says. | ||
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His eyes widen. He doesn't understand. You don't understand. It doesn't matter. | His eyes widen. He doesn't understand. You don't understand. It doesn't matter. | ||
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He falls. In the end you all fall... | He falls. In the end you all fall... | ||
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You stare into the void. Vast blackness, like the abyss. Like the inside of your soul. No... The void has stars and light. You have none. Not anymore. | You stare into the void. Vast blackness, like the abyss. Like the inside of your soul. No... The void has stars and light. You have none. Not anymore. | ||
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You read. | You read. | ||
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Rhapsody, | |||
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You saved me again, like you always do. | You saved me again, like you always do. | ||
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Illaria | Illaria | ||
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You stare at the missive until the words swirl and blur. Imperial Jian... | You stare at the missive until the words swirl and blur. Imperial Jian... | ||
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