Star Wars: Rise of the Dictator/ Chapter 8: The Battle Rages On

Patrick Rahr and Captain Crane made it back inside of the base and noticed that Darth Night was on the hard, metal floor in an unconscious state of being. They backed up slowly. Thoughts raced through their minds at that moment in time- what is he doing on the ground? Is he working with Clyde? What did he do this time to be forced on the ground like this? But of course, only Crane was thinking of those vital thoughts as Patrick was daydreaming of ice cream. As Darth Night commenced to awaken, Crane instantaneously aimed his 300 winchester magnum bolt action rifle at Night's chest. The sith lord slowly yet surely realized on what was going on. He rubbed his head in pain. He said, "Whoa, I don't know who you are but killing me is not gonna solve anything."

Crane pulled the safety from his gun. "Why ain't it? You stole the princess, presumably killed her pitiful bodyguards, and-"

"And you killed Clasina!" Rahr finally chimed in. It seemed like Night's blood was rushing through its veins nonstop and without and slowing down. The two R.M.S. soldiers could tell that triggered something inside Darth Night's system. He put his chin down.

"Look, I was a fool back then. It may not seem like a while ago but in my mind it was. Clyde turned my men against me using his charisma. I'm a nobody now. I even bought the princess enough time for her to get away! Please, put some faith into me," Night tried to convince. Crane lowered his sunglasses (that were surprisingly not confiscated from him) and bolt action rifle.

"Rahr, what do you think? That just sounds like something Darth Maul would say," Crane informed.

"Uhhhhhhhhh, well, I think we should eat some ice cream!" Rahr joked. Crane let go of physical tension and stress and just looked at Patrick. Patrick shrugged.

"Well, I guess we're gonna have to believe-" Crane was cutoff by the sound of Rahr's lightsaber activating and swinging at Darth Night's neck. Crane's mouth dropped down to the floor, so did Night's head. "Rahr!? What happened to ice cream?"

"He had a chocolate hat on," Rahr replied.

"Are you sure it wasn't just revenge for killin' Clasina? Ya know, revenge ain't the Jedi way," Crane implicitly said.

"I don't know. Now, let's go find the others," Patrick said.

"Best damn idea you ever had. But still, I am keepin' my eye on you, ow," Crane just felt a slight pulse in his side from that blast that Clyde reflected. Rahr made sure that no stormtroopers were coming by force sensing each corridor. Back on that platform of the base, Sergeant Mackenroy and Major Johnson were trying their very best to hold off every single stormtrooper that crossed paths with them, along with the assistance of other Resistance Force soldiers. Quickly surrounding the Resistance Force members, stormtroopers used excessive means of unnecessary violence to get them to cooperate. Scars, not only physical, but mental scars raced its way through the neurons of everyone in the Resistance Force/ Resistance Militia Squadron.