While the Empire deals with its unwanted troops, around the galaxy, the Emperor’s encrypted Order 95 is transmitted to the mechanical inhabitants via hypermodem. Deep in the Rebels’ latest hidden base, the droid power struggle is about to begin . . . .
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* Crap.
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* Don’t forget, George Lucas’ original concept for C-3PO had him sounding like a New Jersey car salesman.
** EXTERMINATE!
*** Gangway!
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At Holowan Laboratories, near the financial hub of Muunilinst, the galaxy-spanning command is having some unforseen side-effects . . . .
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Meanwhile, malicious mechanical medical malcontents are machinating malevolent Machiavellian manipulations. Or something . . . .
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. . . and on the spare-parts depository world of Ord Lego, the hunter becomes the hunted!
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