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[The camera flickers on just as Solomon collapses on the ground, exhausted, battered, and bloody in the dim interior of his cell. On the ground around him, lay his captors, all laying lifeless, their bodies broken and ripped apart.
Struggling to get up, the Chevalier wearily pulls himself to a sitting position against the twisted remains of the jail cell’s door. His breathing is labored, the only other sounds coming from the swinging remnants of the chains that had bound both wrists to the ceiling.]
I… could use… some assistance. Mr… Xemnas… Luke... Time... is of the essence....
I believe… a young lady has been… waiting for a rescue…
Struggling to get up, the Chevalier wearily pulls himself to a sitting position against the twisted remains of the jail cell’s door. His breathing is labored, the only other sounds coming from the swinging remnants of the chains that had bound both wrists to the ceiling.]
I… could use… some assistance. Mr… Xemnas… Luke... Time... is of the essence....
I believe… a young lady has been… waiting for a rescue…
