What?!" Max suddenly turned on Warren and turned on her "dark" self. "You cannot throw your life because of me! Because of all of this! There is surely another way!"

Frank closed a little to debating nerds and blended in: "There is not. Look: If we only move a little, they would spot us. And you have to stay alive. If you are our only hope..." Frank sighed deeply and loudly, but luckily it was not spotted by the Stormtroopers. "...then let us die for you." Then, Chloe grabbed Max's shoulder and nodded. The rain made the atmosphere only worse.

"It is the only way, Max...If we want to stop this sci-fi bullshit..." Chloe's voice was easy to read - she was sad as well.

Max sighed and nodded. "I...understand." To say the last goodbye, she hughs Warren as much as she can. A second after, Chloe, Frank and even scared Pompidou joined the hug. It was mushy and nice, but time was running out - each second they wasted, the tornado was closer and closer to Arcadia Bay.

When the mushy hug was over, Maxine just warned the guys: "Just don't get shot too soon."

"We'll try not to." Then, Frank whispered something to Pompidou and in the second, all of the red stormtroopers spotted the cute dog on the road.

"Shoot that mongrel!" The officer shouted on the shocked stormtroopers and shot on the dog with his blaster. He missed, however, that shot enraged Pompidou, he jumped and started to bite off officer's throat. This was not a good look for Frank - One of the troopers took Pompidou off the officer, who bleeded out of throat torn apart, took his T-21 and shot a blaster right through the poor dog. His corpse fell on the wet ground...

"YOU MURDERERS!" Frank cried on the stormtroopers, especially the one who sent Pompidou into the animal heaven. "YOU FUCKING KILLED MY DOG!" He drew up his knife, but he quickly realized it was a fatal mistake bringing a knife against the heavy blasters.

"Blast him!" The stormtrooper at the front shouted and started firing on the drug dealer. Frank had luck to dodge the blaster in time and started to run away to lure the troopers out. Four of them left behind the escapist, but the other ones stood. When Warren saw that, he grabbed the nearest rock, drew out of bush hiding and threw it into the head of one of the Stormtroopers.

"Take that, bucketheads!" The nerd cried on the stunned soldiers and as his drug companion, he started to run away. But he wasn't as lucky as his fellow - right after he ran a few meters, a blaster bolt hit him in his right shoulder. Warren was wounded and if Chloe was not there, Max would shout out of fear and tell the Imperials where they are. The nerd at least tried to run, but two Stormtroopers catched him very quickly and took him away down the hill.

Frank, who had still been chased by four red Stormtroopers, was long way away from the girls so he did his work. He turned on a second on his pursuers and shouted as much as he could: "Ha, You slow like the snails-" Maybe Frank should have been more careful where he goes. And more quiet - Frank ran right into the AT-ST patrol and in a moment, he was lying in the sand, blasted by the fire from All terrain-Scout Transport. He could not feel his legs. Literally. The vehicle blasted them off.

"YOU ASSHOLES!" Frank shouted on the AT-ST and threw sand pointlessly on the Stormtroopers encircling him. He stopped as soon as the all E-11 there were pointing on his face. He realized they will kill him. But why do they wait? Frank asked himself. If they are here to kill us all, why do they-

Few moments later, a group of four stormtroopers with red marks bring in Warren bleeding out of his torn shoulder. They throw the nerd right to immobilized Frank and then step back. One of them took something from this belt and pushed some buttons on it. It looked like a small CD.

"What are they going to do to us?" Warren asked the drug dealer without any emotion. The bleeding shoulder pains him more than the truth they failed - some of the Stormtroopers still stood on the place they were few moments ago.

"What do you think?" Frank replied with a poisoned tone. The nerd did not answer, he understood.

Then, they both looked on a trooper with a device, and from it a hologram of hooded figure appeared. Warren immediately recognized that man.

The Emperor.

"My liege, we caught some rebels here, trying to get to you. What should we do to them?"

The stormtrooper asked his Majesty normally and saluted. The Emperor, full of confidence, looked on the captured drug dealer and the bleeding nerd, and smiled secretely.

"Our guest has arrived, commander." The hooded puppetmaster said to his loyal soldier with a dark and old voice. "These insurgents are useless to us now. Exterminate them, immediately!"

The guys were shocked, but not scared. They expected it. But not the stormtrooper. He scratched his helmet and replied confusely to his commander: "Are you sure, your Highness? We could use them as-"

"I said...exterminate them. Our friend will know what happens to the enemies and traitors of the Empire." The Emperor finished his transmission and with a devil's minor laugh, he cut it off.

"Yes, my liege." The trooper finished as well and for a few seconds looking on legless drug dealer and shoulder-less nerd, he sent a gesture to AT-ST.

"Blast them!" The AT-ST driver responded just with a thumbs-up.

When the vehicle cannons aimed on the wounded captives, Frank and Warren looked on each other and then on the chicken walker. They were sure Max and Chloe will do what is needed...They knew they did the right thing.

Then, the vehicle fired the blaster shots from its primary laser cannon and in a second, nothing left of professor Warren Graham and boss Frank Bowers...just a crater of dust and sand...