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The Chief of the Emperor’s Guards takes a step closer, but he doesn’t fire. He mouths off at us and I can barely hear him over the din of all the dinosaurs rampaging.
‘Translation, Charles?’
‘He said, Surrender on orders of the galactic Empire. You are to be taken as prisoner and suffer painful death time after time—’
‘Talk about judge, jury and executioner. Doesn’t he know who I am? I’m Jersey, died forty-one times. Presumably painfully. I roll with that shit.’
‘What I think he means is, you’ll keep the memories of each death. And he’s not quite finished. He continues, until the Prince is satisfied and releases you to be…’
‘To be what, Charles?’
‘His pet. Trust me, you do not want that. A hundred deaths would be preferable. Drop your swords and raise your hands or he’ll shoot yo
