Realizing Resistance

<img src="https://live.staticflickr.com/4429/36755049015_5ab38fc10c_b.jpg" alt="Two humanoid aliens stand in front of some boxes and foliage. They are inside a structure. To their left, a stormtrooper lays disabled."> Time freezes and everything contracts in on itself. You lose vision, but something speaks in your mind. An... omniscient narrator? It can't be. //Greetings, (print: $name). // //You know the spiel. In a galaxy far, far away, we find ourselves embroiled in a colonist-led dispute on Murkana. The Corporate Alliance blessed Vader's recent rampage, allowing Faazah to rise to power in Murkhana City. // //Now get up, (print: $name). [[You've got a planet to save]].//

<img src="https://live.staticflickr.com/4429/36755049015_5ab38fc10c_b.jpg" alt="Two humanoid aliens stand in front of some boxes and foliage. They are inside a structure. To their left, a stormtrooper lays disabled."> Muffled screams jolt you awake. In front of you stands two people you're vaguley aware of knowing, but can't... for the life of you... remember their names. A stormtrooper lays disabled nearby. Laser pistol holes pepper the wall across from the body. Typical. The roof overhead has caved in, and you see a large piece of stone with blood on it resting next to you. The sky is tinged green, and the atmosphere is heavy. Oppressive. //What the hell happened?// You sit up. Pain sears across your head. //God, my head. Focus...// [[Who are you?]]

(set: $name to (prompt: "Well? Who the hell are you?", ""))(goto: "START")

<img src="https://live.staticflickr.com/4429/36755049015_5ab38fc10c_b.jpg" alt="Two humanoid aliens stand in front of some boxes and foliage. They are inside a structure. To their left, a stormtrooper lays disabled."> Everything snaps back into focus. Head trauma, am I right? You gingerly stand up, aware that the Zeltron in front of you is vehemently motioning towards a stack of crates at their feet. "GET UP (print: $name)! WE DON'T HAVE TIME FOR YOU TO LAY AROUND!" //Wh-what?// "I SAID GET UP AND GET THIS CRATE. MOVE OUT!" The Zeltron in front of you sweeps a hand at a vibranium- I mean... //Beskar// box in front of them. [[Pick it up?]] [[Question just what the hell is going on.]]

<img src="https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/5/5d/Millaflower-FF121.jpg" height="750px" width="750px" alt="A Millaflower. It has five red and blue petals with fronds in the middle."> On wobbly legs, you approach the Zeltron and pick up the Beskar box. Don't ask how you picked up Beskar. Head trauma, remember? You look down, and the blood drains from your face. The box is filled to the top with Millaflower, a mild relaxant from Naboo. [[You cut your eyes to the Zeltronian.]]

<img src="https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/f/f0/Demagol_unmasked.jpg" height="750px" width="750px" alt="A very angry Zeltron looks directly at the user."> //Ha-hang on. I don't know what's going on. Give me two seconds and explain what the hell is going on?// The Zeltron rips his respirator off. "No. No, no, no. You got hit in the head when the temple collapsed, and I really don't need this bullshit right now. I'm going to say this again. Pick up the crate. Or I'm going to shoot you." [[You pick the crate up.|Pick it up?]]

<img src="https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/f/f0/Demagol_unmasked.jpg" height="750px" width="750px" alt="A very angry Zeltron looks directly at the user."> "No. No, don't you DARE give me that look. YOU were the one who set all this shit up. Don't act surprised. You- you said this was the only thing that we could do to help those idiots back home after Fazaah took over and strangled all our medical lines." You do remember something like that. It's fuzzy, [[but it scans.]]

<img src="https://hackernoon.com/images/NP7wh23cqNb6tU8cF6w5wINPizs2-wql25h5.jpeg" height="750px" width="1100px" alt="A bright yellow sunburst set against a black background."> As you start moving towards a collapsed wall, following the Zeltron, the sky overhead lights up, blindingly white. You feel an oppressive heat, [[and then...]]

<img src="https://i.ytimg.com/vi/0Utp5ogtMxE/maxresdefault.jpg" alt="The first Star Wars end credits card of the credit sequence. The text says: 'Written and Directed by George Lucas'."> Nothing. You hear etherial brass fanfare as the Midichlorians leave your body, once again coalescing with the Force in the 100% canon way that Jedis are made and live. //bump bump bump buuuuuummmm, BUUUUUUMMMMMM bum bum buuum BUUUUUUM, bum, BUM BUM BUM BWEEEEEEEEEEE buuuuummmmm... bweh bweh bweh buum.//