Three teens and a young adult ride on the back of a three headed demon dog running at about 30 mph through a desert. Only now does the author realize how strange the previous sentence sounds when you say it out loud.

Nite train: I don't think Authoress is doing well…

JC: Why, what's up?

Nite train: In one of her updates, she was suffering from a mental disease known as "Author's withdrawal," caused by a lack of internet that results in a craving for fanfiction. This can only be cured by reintroducing the series the fanfictions are based upon.

Liz: Hey, I had that once. It was terrible! Since I started cosplaying as 10, I don't get it anymore.

Nite train: Unless Authoress has internet access wherever she is being kept, she must be feeling terrible!

Lex: Oh, that's horrible! We HAVE to save her!

Nite train: I know, do you know where she might be? Any guesses?

Lex: No ideas here… Ooh, m3At might know!

Nite train: I already tried him, he said he was busy.

Lex: He and I were playing minecraft about 10 minutes before you came to me. I think he's free.

Nite train: Oh, really? Cool. Hey, Jordy? could you be awesome and go get m3At for me?

JC: Sure! *hops off of Cerberus and lands on the seat of a bullet bill with handlebars that no one had noticed until now.* See ya! *she speeds away on the rocket-bike*

elsewhere…

Shorya and Tisla were just outside the hidden empire base that held their brother, planning how they would best execute the rescue. While Tisla favored a full on assault on the base, shooting any and everything that stood between she and her brother, Shorya knew their chances and believed a stealthy approach would give them a better chance at escaping. Needless to say, the two were at odds once again.

"What is it with you and keeping our brother in there as long as possible?" Tisla asked her sister.

"You know that isn't what I want! We need to stay alive so we can get him out at all! Rushing in, blasters ablaze is just asking to lose, you know that!" Shorya retorted.

"I know that Brother is in there, maybe being tortured or…" Tisla stopped herself, refusing to entertain the thought, but picked back up. "We need to get him out soon."

The eldest sister nodded, "We'll try my way on the way in, yours on the way out."

With a nod of agreement from her sister, Shorya pulled the ID of the swollen stormtrooper out of her pocket and swiped it through the card slot. The light on the door flashed green as it opened, revealing the strangely empty hallway.

"Must not be expecting visitors…" Tisla mumbled to herself as they stepped inside and hurried down the hall.

The two propped themselves against the wall as the passage turned to the left. Peering around the corner, the second hall was found to be empty as well.

"Strange… Where are they?" Shorya asked herself as she continued down the white passage, looking for signs of life, hostile or otherwise.

After several more empty passageways, the hallway came to an end, stopping at a door to a large common room for stormtroopers. The room had an open space in the center with lounge and entertainment sections opposite from each other. At the far end of the room, a bar adorned with neon lights and a plethora of beverages illuminated the dimly lit room. As the two sisters entered the room, their eyes began to adapt to the low light, revealing little details about the room that could not be seen at first, such as cracks and patches in the leather couch, an incomplete game of cards at a table to the right of them, broken glass scattered in various places around the room, and a small boy propped against the bar.

Tisla was the first to notice him, rushing to the bar with a shocked gasp. Shorya was quick to follow as they both found the beaten, weak form of their brother, Rathe.

"Brother! What did they do to you?!" Shorya asked as she checked his wounds over.

Tisla saw that her sister was with Rathe, and she then decided to turn her attention to revenge on those who did this to him. She grabbed a number of the strong drinks at the bar and began spreading their contents all over the room. After alerting Shorya, who carried Rathe out of the common room in her arms. Tisla fired a shot from her blaster pistol at the puddle of alcohol and ran out of the room as the drink caught fire and began spreading rapidly.

The three siblings knew exactly what to do. Get out fast. Shorya and Tisla sprinted down the only pathway available to escape the seemingly abandoned base. With her brother in her arms, Shorya bounded up the staircase with Tisla close behind.

Wait… I don't remember going down a set of stairs... Shorya thought to herself as she came to a stop. "Wait, Sister!" she shouted as Tisla stopped beside her.

"What is it?" Tisla asked, not noticing the change en route.

"We're going into a trap. There weren't any stairs when we came in," Shorya explained.

The younger sister's eyes went wide. "Are you sure? Maybe we made a wrong turn somewhere along the way…" She was wary of the situation they would be going into if her sister were correct.

Shorya shook her head, "There weren't any splits. This is the only path to take. We can't go back, so I guess we have to keep going… Be ready at all times for a surprise attack."

Tisla nodded, and the three continued on their current path. Tisla now held Rathe as Shorya took the lead ahead of them with her rifle at the ready.

After about ten minutes of walking through twists and turns in the base, the three siblings eased up their guard, but still kept their weapons at the ready. As Rathe was still a small child, his already elevated healing rate was increased even more, so he was well enough to be walking alongside his sisters as they reached a large metal door at the end of the passage.

Shorya turned to her younger siblings, "You two know what to expect behind this door, right?"

Both Rathe and Tisla nodded, the former hiding behind the latter, "We're ready…" Tisla told her.

Shorya nodded to them, then used the ID card they swiped to open the door.

Expecting an ambush, the three were greatly surprised to find the luxurious personal quarters of the base commander, with the commander himself sitting at a table with a glass of hot tea.

"Oh, you've made it... " said the commander, setting his cup down and turning to them, "I see you're confused, and rightfully so. I should be surrounded by at least twenty other men, each one ready to blow a hole in each of you, but I'm alone and unarmed. I must admit, you did marvelous, being able to bring down an AT-ST unarmed. We had a wonderful ambush waiting for you outside of the doors of the base, but all of my men left upon my command when we received an emergency transmission from the head of the Starcrash Brigade. It informed us that the execution was happening sooner than originally planned, since pesky natives such as yourselves kept trying to escape their fate…"

Tisla wanted nothing more than to kill the man where he stood. She raised her pistol, but Shorya stopped her and spoke up to him. "Why are you still here then?" the latter asked him.

"A captain must go down with his ship…" the commander stated in a saddened, but accepting tone. His demeanor changed almost immediately as he said, "Care for some tea? It's obvious that it's going to be your last, so you should enjoy it…"

"Is that your plan? Trap us here and force us to die with you?" Tisla asked the man with venom.

"Trap you? Oh, no… You three are my guests. It's the least I could do after my men abused your brother without even mentioning it to me. If it helps your conscience, I had the orchestrators of that terrible act executed immediately. They meant to do the same to you two by leaving him as bait and I'm terribly sorry for that. For all of it. We wanted you three dead because you're a threat to us, but we're not savages… Regardless, if you want to leave..." the commander tapped a few buttons on the wall, "Feel free, but you won't get far without an unlocked empire hover tank located about 100 feet west of the base entrance…" he concluded with a nod to the three, genuinely sorry for his men's actions towards them.

The commander returned to his tea as Rathe, Shorya, and Tisla made their way out of the base, finding the tank with ease in the afternoon daylight. As Shorya and Tisla took the two front seats with Rathe in the back below the turret, the three braced themselves for the road ahead of them.

Elsewhere…

JC: *stopped on the side of a road in the middle of a desert, leaning on her bullet bike.* Hmm… Since Nite train didn't give me directions to m3At's profile, how am I supposed to find him?

*a figure in a dark cloak seems to appear out of the ground.*

?: I can show you where m3At is… *sweeps the cloak on top of jordycat and both of them disappear, leaving the lone bullet bike on the side of the road.*

OH MY GOSH, I'm so sorry I left this thing! I had absolutely no ideas how to end this chapter worthy of posting it and a couple collab fics that may or may not be posted here... Regardless, the ideas came to me and I can't wait to carry it on to chapter FIVE! If you guys like the story, feel free to leave a review or a request as to what you guys want to see in this story or for future stories. Seeing as I don't have anything else to add,

NTO!