The wind howled in the dark swamp of Angoon. Three figure`s clambered over the rocks.”NOT LONG YET LADS” yelled Commander Tank.

“THIS NEW JEDI BETTER BE GOOD, I CAN HARDLY HEAR OVER THIS WIND”Crawler screamed.

A breif but violente struggle found them selves on dry land.

“There!”

“Nice spot Lighter!”Tank choked. That might sound strange but the wind(the chocking bit) reached 55mph that night.

They clambered up the rocks to a tall metal building. A door opened, grinding as light poored out blinding the 3 Clones.

“Go go go go!” Tank