The wakening

Everyone was asleep and quiet in under an hour. 223 and 230 were peacefully laying on their bed. She was in her underwear where his hand was under her right cup. He was in his body glove, barely exposed. Everyone else was in their armor, minus maybe the belt and helmet. Not a sound was heard throughout the station, aside from the humming emitting from the generator room. No noise until they were all awoken by the loud roaring of ion engines outside.

Everybody except 230, who was trying to find her clothes and armor in the dark, rushed out of the barracks and to the windows. An imperial shuttle was lifting off and leaving. “Shit!” 220 shouted and slammed his helmet on the floor.

223 spoke for the entire group,“Was that our shuttle? We fucking missed it?” It must have come in low and nobody heard it. He saw a small silhouette moving under the moonlight. “Get back from the windows. Sounds like those creatures are coming back.”

230 returned in her black body glove, white boots, shoulders, gloves, and belt. Her helmet was in her hand, not covering her blonde, silky hair. “What’d I miss? Is there a shuttle? Are we finally getting off this desolate rock?”

“Sorry, but that shuttle that were supposed to be on, it just left.” 220 broke it to her and her face went frozen in stun. Breaking the silence, a loud knocking on the door echoed through the halls.

225 started towards the door and 223 grabbed her wrist. “Those could be Ewoks, ready to fight.”

“Could also be other troopers in need of help.” 225 argued.

224 joined in. “I don’t trust that idea much.” She reached down and handed him the helmet he threw. She turned back to 225. “What if we let them in if we hear them speak Galactic Common(English)?”