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Part 2
The planet I was on, Rhizozium, is relatively pleasant. The environment is mostly wooded, like a jungle, dotted here and there with grassy plains and savannas. The wildlife is for the most part composed of large birds, reptiles, and insects. The few mammals on the planet are quite advanced, living together in communal city-buildings taking up comparatively little space. Or at least they used to, until the Separatists arrived. The droid forces captured the innocent, peace loving natives of the planet, placing them in concentration camps. The few organic beings leading the occupation of Rhizozium mutated some of the wildlife, turning them into living weapons. The few natives who escaped the concentration camps contacted the Republic to help them free the planet. By the time the 501st arrived, however, the rebels had already been captured. Apparently, after weeks of fighting, the Republic was beaten and had to pull out, accidently leaving me behind. I was reflecting on this when I came upon one of the native's city-buildings. It was large and rectangular, built out of the natural grey stone that falls off of the mountains over time. After forcing the natives out, the Separatists had turned it into a fortress, complete with gun turrets and food rations, for whenever some of the organics came by for a status check. This one had apparently not been used for a while, as it was starting to become overgrown. I entered cautiously. There was still a few rations left on a table in one of the front rooms. I grabbed them. I had been running for hours through the jungle, so I was pretty hungry. I thought I heard a noise, so I backed out the door, blaster raised. I turned around and came face to face with a giant, ten-foot-long mutant snake, with arms ending in long claws dripping with venom.
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Til next time, Greg Olego.