RandomCommander
The communication was still garbled, but it cleared up a bit
"I have escaped... (87785&646#4553%64%%5. He Will Not Get Me 923984&($&(#)@(QY)92083470
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Emerging from rifts in-front of the special units seemed to be Droids, they had 4 arms, the arms had glowig bits. They all seemed unarmed, with their arms up. They were advanced.
The one in the middles arms seperated, and hovered around him, 1 projected a tablet of some sort. 2 typed. and one arm was floating around it, with its palm out making a 'stop'
The middle one spoke clearly: "Who are you all hunting?"