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As Liorah greeted the newcomer, the floor gave way. Klein didn’t struggle this time. Who ever this was, they didn’t seem like the type to just up and kill someone. They acted on reason. Break the rules, you die. Cease to entertain, well guess what.

It wasn’t much of a fall, barely a story to the next floor. Light flashed on as they hit the ground. Everything was greyed out. A grid pattern of lighter grey lines was stamped over everything as well. The center of the floor was sunken, creating a square bowl. Nothing else was in the room. (I’m going for something like the clone training rooms on Kamino)

Remembering what Liorah had said, Klein looked up. He didn’t expect to see anything but someone was watching them.

“Do we at least get a last meal before you kill us? History has proven soldier fight better on a full stomach.”

“I won’t kill you. Yet. By all means eat. You have to be in the best shape to entertain me.”

Reaching to the bottom of his pack, Klein hit a button. Grasping two packets, he pulled them out. They were about the size of a medium sized book with brown wrapper over them. Taking off his helmet, Klein tore one open.

“I got two first strike rations here. It should be enough to keep us going.”

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