EPISODE IX

A NEW YOLK

It is a period of scrambled war. Imperial CLUCK TROOPERS, striking from a hidden orbital hatchery, have driven the free flocks from every roost in the galaxy.

Their ultimate weapon is the egg — fired without mercy, in numbers beyond counting, at anything that still dares to crow at dawn.

One defender remains. ROOSTAR, last of the feather-saber knights, waits at the center of the arena with no blaster and no shield — only a blade of light and impeccable timing.

Deflect the eggs. Scramble the Empire. Restore the sunrise....