Rebels for Breakfast

You are a defender of the empire - what are a few shitkicker rebels to you? Without hesitation you rais your blaster carbine, and you notice that Selia, unarmored and injured, also goes for her sidearm.

She throws herself to the side of the corridor, opening fire, as you charge forward, hoping to draw fire away from her. The rebels, startled, fire their blasters wildly, scorching the walls but missing you. Two of them drop instantly as your fire, and Selia’s, finds its mark. The third rebel – a petite, dark haired girl in fatigues – turns to run, and you skid to a halt, aiming carefully at her back as you thumb your carbine to stun. With a grin, you put the blue bolt dead-centre into the small of her back and she drops like a stone. Selia shoots you a quizzical look, and you wink at her. “We’ll need at least one prisoner for questioning…”

You and Selia drag the **** girl through the base, headed for the shuttle bay and a way out of this mess. You manage to avoid other groups of rebels, and find a grounded Escort Shuttle. Scrambling in, you restrain the rebel girl in a crash harness then begin preflight checks – luckily, you have taken a short piloting course in the quiet months of garrison duty, and will be easily able to fly the shuttle to the planet’s main starport, where there is another imperial outpost.

Selia taps you on the shoulder. “Shouldn’t we wait for any other survivors?”