You take off for the crash site in your landspeeder hoping that you're not too late.

Unfortunately, troops from the Imperial garrison beat you to the crash site. It's a small escape pod. The Stormtroopers have captured a gold-colored droid who must have fled from the battle above.

"I can't believe such a dreadful fate has befallen me. First I am shot, then I am tossed into this escape pod, and then I crashed on this desolate planet. There's sand in my joints, and my lubricant is leaking. How do you keep the sand out of your uniform joints, sir? What? Arrested? Me? Oh, my. How embarassing!"

"Blah blah blah."

Oh, boy. Maybe it's just as well that you didn't find the droid first after all.

The Imperial officer asks what you're doing here. You tell him that you saw the crash and came to invesitgate.

"That took initiative," he says. "You know, we can use men like you in the Imperial forces. There's a recruitment shuttle leaving tonight."

The officer's offer is intriguing. You know that life in the armed forces would mean even more discipline than Uncle Owen, but this could be your only ticket off this dirtball...

Join the Empire

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