You land

I can't believe we are doing this, you think to yourself, both of you with your asses on a speeder, headed towards the wreckage through the surface of the barren planet, where anything could happen to you. To the side, you can see several speeders from Neil's gang. You look at them, and just hope that you could find a way out of this. Otherwise you will get quite familiar with these guys in very short notice.

One by one the speeders park near the wreckage. Including yours. The wreckage itself looks almost shattered, barely held together by a series of crooked and molten metal plates and pillars. There are several holes at the sides, some of them large enough to fit a person. Yeah: any chance that someone survived this crash is just about zero.

"I don't think there is any of them left," one of the crewmen says.

Right before a plasma shot tears through his head.

"Duck! Now!" you hear Neil say, as he immediately throws himself behind a speeder. The rest of the crew does the same, the two of you alongside it.

—— SKILL CHECK PASSED: GUNSLINGER ——

One by one you can see the shots melt the ground around you. You are scared. But you remember your training. In the culmination of shots, cries, dirt, sand, fire and ****, you duck out of cover, and unleash yourself as the weapon you are. One shot to the chest, and a tall, long haired guy falls flat on the ground. Another shot, this time on the head, and a fat, bearded man drops dead from his cover. A third shot, in the chest again, and a middle aged man falls out of an opening above you.

Your eyes search for other foes. Only to find nothing. The firefight was short lived. Then again: were you the captain, you would do the same. With these conditions the hull of a ship is a deathtrap. And if Neil wants his prize, he will have to get in, and deal with Gus personally.

"What are you doing?" Elana grabs your shoulder, the moment you would rush in.

"If he dies, so will we," you answer.

"Or he could not," Elena answers, her tone as cold as ice itself. You have to admit, from a practical standpoint, she is right. If Neil keeps himself at the forefront, he is dead anyway. But if he opts for a backseat, and lets his men do the fighting, chances are he is going to make it. Not to mention that he would lose most of his crew in the process.

On the other hand, to just be sitting here, and actually dying from those stupid collars, because you just happened to choose to be sitting here, is one of the shittiest forms of **** you could imagine.

Choices...

Choices...

Choices...