Night 4 has ended.
The scene opens up on a meeting with Jabba the Hutt and his bounty hunters.
"He did WHAT?"
"Jabba, he is acting recklessly. He clearly stepped outside of his bounds."
"Maybe...maybe we should put an end to him."
"I agree, Jabba. He is a liability at this point. I don't know what's gotten into him."
"Let it be so. Consider this your permission. The man who brings me his head will be greatly rewarded."
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The scene cuts to a mass chase. Imperial Storm Troopers were rounding up Rebels that had been cut off from headquarters. Their command had been to round them up for questioning, but there were a few Storm Troopers not following orders.
Obi, who had been exploring the area, got caught up in confusion, and was captured by one of the Storm Troopers.
"So Rebel scum, thought you could escape from us, could you?"
"What makes you think I am a Rebel?" Obi retorted.
"Hmm. What do I care if you're a Rebel or not? You stink just like they do. You've all been hiding out in this forest for days now."
"So what do you plan on doing with me then?"
"Our orders are to capture and bring in for questioning. So come with me."
"Over my dead body I'm coming with you."
"Well, you can have it your way."
The Storm Trooper takes his helmet off and cracks Obi across the face, breaking his jaw.
"How about now?"
Splitting up blood, Obi mumbles, "You're going to regret that."
"I really doubt it."
Obi, dizzy, staggers forward fists clenched, swinging at the Storm Trooper. The Storm Trooper kicks him in the stomach, and once Obi is hunched over, the Storm Trooper cracks him on the back with his helmet once more, sending Obi to the ground.
"Look at you. You're pathetic."
Obi recomposes himself, and draws the knife he had sheathed in his boot.
"Get up. Come on, Rebel scum, get up!"
Obi slowly gets up, knife concealed. The Storm Trooper draws his carbine gun and points it at Obi.
"You're going to follow me. Don't try any funny business. I have no problem with shooting you."
Obi didn't move.
"I said let's go."
The Trooper approaches Obi and Obi takes his opening. He wields the knife and slashes at the arm of the Storm Trooper that had been holding the gun. The Storm Trooper yells out in pain and drops the gun. Obi dives to the ground for the gun, but the ST kicks him in the face, knocking out his front teeth. The ST, arm dangling at his side, throws himself at Obi, taking him off his feet. The two struggle for a while, rolling back and forth trading punches. Obi's knife hand got pinned to the ground. The ST, kneeling on top of Obi, was within a hand's reach of his carbine gun. He reached out and grabbed it, while still holding down Obi's weaponed hand.
"Time to meet your maker."
Obi, with a last ditch effort changed his grip on the knife and was able to angle it right against the ST's wrist. He pressed with all the leverage he could get, and although it wasn't much, the ST recoiled in pain. Obi got up, and lunged at the ST. The ST was able to get a quick shot off on Obi, hitting him in the right shoulder, but Obi apparently un-phased, came down on the ST with his knife, piercing him in the chest. He pressed down hard, and the ST fell to the ground. He withdraw the knife, and then, one more time, stabbed him through the chest.
The dead Storm Trooper, revealed to be Judgement, lay on the ground in a bloody mess.
Obi, or I should say, what was left of Obi, fled the scene before more Storm Trooper arrived on the scene.
Day 4 has begun.