Part 34: Days 835-850: Corellia Burns.
DAY 837: The Battle of Corellia.
: I had to sneak past several layers of passive security measures...
: After subduing the Rodian mercenaries guarding the entrance of the Imperial headquarters on Corellia, I made an improbable ceiling suspended-wire entry.
: Disabling the pressure plates, I snuck around the facility and shut down several power generators.
: With the guards at full alert, I fought my way to the Governor's Chambers, and knocked Zuggs out after a brief mixed martial arts battle.
: From there I fireman carried him back to the shuttle, killing seventeen stormtroopers and blasting the Eastern Wing of the building with detonators.
: And so, I present to you Zuggs.
: I hope you appreciate this.
: I hate to break it to you Sarin, but...
: We would have captured him anyway.
: Using a lot of Wookiees.
: But you can have an A for effort.
: Sometimes I amaze even myself. Did you see my miraculous escape?
: Han, we defeated all the ground forces. Nobody was guarding you.
: How do you think you defeated the ground forces so easily? All me.
: Whatever Han.
: Crix? Dismantle everything planetside. Scrap the planet raw.
: All done.
: Let's move on. To Selonia!
DAY 845: At Selonia!
: And we're clear.
: Wookiees go down the hole!
: They're already there, Commander.
: That was fast. We've got a good rhythm going now.
: Any suckers to pick up?
: You bet, Commander.
: Someday we'll capture an Imperial officer who doesn't look crippled by a recessive genetic mutation.
: Anyway, time to welcome back the rescuees.
: I'm back!
: Welcome back to the fold, Princess!
: Get back to work!
DAY 850: The Second-to-Last Stand of Admiral Thrawn.
: They come in numbers, and shall once again crash like waves upon breakers.
: No no no! Not again!
: NOT AGAIN!
: Ha ha ha ha ha!
: Deliver a few more killshots, Legion Commander.
: YES SIR!
: Afterwards, pull out. We are to support Coruscant, direct orders from the Emperor.
: BEFORE THE KILLING'S DONE, SIR?
: Yes. The war takes priority over the battle. Make them bleed, then retreat.
: NO NO NO NO NO!
: We won?
: What happened?
: No sign of the Dark Trooper or Grand Admiral Thrawn, Commander.
: Are their bodies possibly buried in a bunker?
: Let it go Commander, they've flown the coop.
: I hate them so much. We lost thirteen Wookiee regiments to ONE regiment?
: We have to get Luke back. I want my own Force soldiers!
: Get Luke back? Why? Where'd my lov-BROTHER go?
: Oh boy.
: Admiral, how's the sector look?
: Completely empty, Commander.
: There are no production or industry centers left in the sector.
: What will happen to the people here?
: Let them eat Bantha fodder!
: That was pretty lame, Commander.
: Eh, I'm off my game, it happens.
: Move on!