Star Wars: Rise of the Dictator/ Chapter 3: Surprising Factors

The alarm was about to buzz in Leia's room in her digital clock. She woke up beforehand anyway and stared at herself in the mirror and did anything but admire her reflection. She contemplated to herself regarding her own existence and why she was so special. Leia even thought about Bail, ''is she really my dad? ''Having absolutely no idea on why or how that thought even came close to reaching her mind, Leia heard an obnoxious voice over the loudspeaker. She did not second guess who it was. "Wakey, wakey, eggs and bacy, sleazebags! Time to get a move on."

Clyde then banged on the walls of the cell-block and that officially made everyone on their feet. They all gathered around in the main room when the doors opened. "Listen up, I have assigned everyone a specific job. CC-1992, you are in charge of trading with, well, traders outside of the base. You will be accompanied by my top henchmen," Clyde began.

"The name's Ranger, Burrell. I'm a life-form. So is everybody else. Treat them like they are," Ranger countered.

Ranger didn't step down nor back when Clyde's eyes lit up. "Excuse the living crap out of me but did you just give out an order?" There was no response from the captain to Clyde. "Well, you're damn lucky today, punk. I have other dilemmas I must attend to. Starting off with Leia's injured father. Guards, bring Corey in," Clyde ordered. A hatch door opened and two elite stormtroopers along with Sergeant Corey all beat up.

"What are you doing? Unhand me!" Corey ordered. He received a punch in the head which resulted in ensuing blood spurting its way out.

"Hello there, Corey," Clyde greeted in a disappointed state. Too incapacitated to say anything, Corey just looked down. "You know, no one gets away with giving out their own orders and acting upon them. If you shoot someone you consult me first! I need that senator and thank God he is still alive. But you won't be for much longer..."

Still too hurt to let out anything but a groan, Corey eye's bulged. Clyde, with a huge grin on his face, got out a branding iron and stuck it in Corey's chest. It burned through his plain armor and into his skin, and he was not too incapacitated to yell for mercy. Clyde could not help but burst out with incessant laughter. He kissed Blanche on her handle. Ranger and Leia exchanged glances as Docks watched without blinking an eye. "Servant CC-5869, please enter with my hors d'oeurves," Clyde ordered. Ranger instantly recognized that code number to belong to Stone. Soon enough, Commander Stone entered without his helmet with an expressionless and exhausted look on his face. Clyde kept babbling off about how delicious they were while Stone gave some type of hidden finger motion. He tapped his leg two times and stuck out his ring finger.

It has been forever since the Republic used finger and hand motions and been a while since the Republic was still active. Rahr then entered in with the same kind of emotion on his face as Stone's. "Servant Jedi, I've been so distracted with Corey right now I have forgotten about today's schedule. Please read it aloud... now!" Clyde commanded.

"We have Leia working as a chef, Docks working at communications-" Rahr sounded like a robot when he stated everything.

"Oh that's right! Today is Day 5. Now slaves, hop to it. I don't want any backtalk. Understand?" Clyde asked specifically looking at Ranger. Then, the shock of the moment arose as Docks stepped toward him.

"I'll do whatever you want, my liege..."