“They’re everywhere, they’re everywhere. They just keep coming out of the trees.” The Imperial Scout was clearly in an advanced state of panic. Lord Vimto looked on impassively.
“When you say ‘they’, what exactly do you mean?” demanded Vimto.
“Gremlins sir, screaming, flailing gremli….”zzzzzzzzz, the comms link cut out.
How could two platoons of the Empire’s elite fighting men be taken out by the inhabitants of a planet so technologically backwards that they still lived among the trees?
“If you want a job doing,” said Vimto booting a nearby DY-son-3PO droid, “you have to do it yourself.”