General Wolfe stood in the doorway, flanked by Imperial shock troopers in heavy gear. His mechanical gauntlet crackled with electricity.
Finn, groaning: "…Why is it always him?"
Wolfe, smirking: "Because, boy, fate hates you."
Zephyria, furious: "We don't have time for this!"
Liora, grinning, twirling a knife: "Then let's make time."
The fight begins.