Roan look out from where he was hiding and could see the cost was clear, “phew that was close again” he muttered to himself

Four Imperial E-11 blasters pointed in his direction and he knew escape was not an option. He dropped his weapon, placed his hands behind his head and turned as instructed. The Binders were attached tightly but he made no sound to indicate the discomfort; that would give them too much satisfaction.

“Looks like your smuggling days are over. Now you’re just bantha fodder.” said one of the troopers as they led him down the ramp of his transport.

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Two days later

Roan looked out from where he was hiding and could see the coast was clear, “phew, that was close again” he muttered to himself.

He pulled his hood back over his head and climbed out from behind the crates, surveying his surroundings, It had been a blur when he scampered past a few minutes ago. Now he could see the hanger’s contents; a transport freighter surrounded by several crates. He slapped the hull “one day I’ll leave this place, will you be the one to take me?” Roan waited for a reply, but of course none came.

The sound of footsteps awoke him from his daydream and he remembered the package beneath his arm. Imperial Uniforms altered for their new inhabitants, Rebels. Time to finish his delivery.

He looked up and through the smog could see the peak of the Sorosub tower, which rose above all others in the city of Trallon-Soro, which was just another industrial city on the planet Byblos. Roan had been brought up outside the city and now did “odd jobs” for his friend Mantin. Jobs that would be so much easier if the Imperials would stop interfering.

The footsteps coming from the other side of the freighter continued to get louder. Roan moved quietly around to the nearest exit and left the hanger into the busy grey streets. His adopted parents had bought him up in a quiet town far from the city in the countryside and full of friendly people. Trallon-Soro was the total opposite, it was also the place where had been found fifteen years ago.

Speeders moved slowly past him and he soon matched the pace of the crowd and moved towards the Octagon promenade in the central district. The sight of a pair of Storm troopers, coming towards him, sent shivers down his spine. They appeared to only be interested in their own company. So he tried to remain calm and continued walking,

“The sooner I get off this planet, the better. Patrols are one thing, but I joined to get myself some action, fry some rebels scum” said the nearest trooper as Roan got within hearing range. He liked to stay close and keep his ears alert. You never knew what you might hear!

“Yeah, yeah” said his companion “The way things are going, I’ll take the easy jobs and leave the heroics to you”. Roan passed them without incident, but noticed two men and a Rodian who appeared to be following the Storm troopers. The tallest man had piercing green eyes and broad shoulders. The other human was much shorter and slim. He noticed they all appeared to be armed

He tightened his grip on the parcel under his arm. All in good time he thought. If he was right the storm trooper may just get a bit of action sooner than he expected. As the three men passed, Roan turned and headed after them.

The pursuit continued. The sound of a blaster shot, off to the side, alerted the storm troopers and they turned down a narrow side street. As he expected the men followed.

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By the time Roan arrived the battle was lost, two stormtroopers sat behind a trash container gagged and no longer in their Uniforms.

“Hey! Can I help you?” Said the tallest of the three men he had followed. Roan eyes had been diverted to a huge round man trying in vane to get a Strom trooper helmet on. “um, um” Roan stumbled noticing the blaster pointed in his direction. “I. I. I’m Roan”

“And?” the blaster hadn’t moved

“…I work for Mantin”

The man’s face softened, a bit, as he looked Roan up and down. To his relief the blaster dropped to the man’s side. “The runner who’s handy with a needle?”

“Yup”

“Hey guys, this little fellows’ that delivery boy they’ve been talking about. Still keeping the Imperials on their toes I hope?”

“Yup” said roan a cheeky smile appearing on his face, as he tried not to blush.

Since getting in contact with the Rebel, Mantin, a few months ago Roan had spent almost every day doing small errands for his friend trying to prove his loyalty. He craved more exciting assignments but at only 17 and quite small for his age, he had to prove himself, so he’d told himself to be patient.

“Slow down young man…” his father, Braidon Danjoyd, had told him, a thousand times, when his was younger, “…good things come to those who wait!!”. Braidon was a wise man and a good father; although Roan was not his real son he had ensured that Roan had never questions his love for him.

“Well, I’m Raxter, but we don’t have time for full introductions” he said as he turned to the other men. “Okay guys no time to waste, lets get moving”

In pairs they moved back out into the street.

As Raxter went to leave he turned to Roan “what you standing there for? …come on.” Roan chased off after him as he exited the side street.

As they walked Raxter looked at Roan “So, what can we do for you Needle boy?”

“Nothing just saw you tracking the stormies so thought I’d see what was going on.”

“Looks like we weren’t as subtle as we thought” He smiled. “Or have you just got a keen eye!”

“I notice stuff” Roan beamed “My hunches are usually right, keeps me out of trouble”

“They never mention you were a Nautolan” Roan slipped one of his head tentacles back beneath his hood, sometimes he forgot. “No I try to keep these hidden, there’s not many Nautolans on Byblos. Most people don’t notice.” He readjusted his hooded robe. He had bought it when he started working for Mantin, It was full length and Dark green, almost black, It reminded him of the ones the Jedi’s used t wear.

They walked of in silence both keenly studying the streets ahead.

Chapter 2

Imperial Installation Byblos:

Colonel Muld drummed his fat fingers on his desk. He breathed in only slightly reducing the size of his large stomach and with his other hand he stroked his beard. Captain Tainer his second in command, stood before him looking uncomfortable. This, Muld knew, was because he had a reputation for reprimanding officers, for the smallest of reasons, often-adding demotion to the sentence. It was one of the few perks of his position in this small unimportant planet.

He smirked at the officer “At ease captain”

The captain’s slim frame relaxed slightly “Please give me an update on the captive?”

“Sir we have received notification the Vanquisher has entered the system. I was about to contact them to arrange pick up but was instructed to report to you first.” Muld paused again staring at the captain.

“ I will contact Admiral Gallon and arrange transfer captain” Muld had taken the news of the smuggler capture rather well. If he could ensure that it appeared that he co-ordinated the plan a promotion may be bestowed upon him or at least a transfer to better surroundings. He had been posted to Byblos almost two years ago and his slight objection did not change the assignment.

“Yes Sir, will that be all?” Tainer had relaxed a little more at hearing that Muld appeared not to be annoyed by any of his actions and was keen to end the meeting.

Muld paused again. The son of a rich family and had joined the officer training school hoping to enjoy the various perks that an officer from a family of wealth should expect. Some ill-advised complaints to the wrong people had resulted in that not being the case. He had served the imperials so far in some of the grimier planets in the galaxy and had feared that he would never again enjoy the lifestyle he had as a young man and training officer.

“Yes that’s all Captain. Oh, keep me updated of any changes I may need to be aware of.” Muld smirked again, the vagueness of his statement gave him enough scope to bring charges against the captain should he feel inclined to. Keep them on their toes, Muld he thought to himself.

The Captain stood to attention saluted turned and left.

Chapter 3

The Rebels arrived at a small repair shop and proceeded straight into the back room. “I think these are for you”. Roan said as he passed the parcel to Raxter.

He laughed as he opened the package “Guys I think we have enough disguises to make this plan work”

“What plan, can I help?” Roan spurted out before he could stop himself.

Raxter smiled at Roan “Sorry kid, this is on a need to know basis and I’m afraid you definitely don’t want, or need, to know.”

“You best run along, we have stuff to do. Thanks for the Imps uniforms. I owe you a drink by the way. A nice glass of juice.” The men around laughed and Roan felt very small.

Being small had it’s advantages but was sometimes annoying. “ Make it a Corellian Ale and I’ll take you up on it.” he retorted, trying to stand tall, generating another round of laughter.

“You’ve got attitude young man I’ll give you that” Raxter was starting to like this Nautolan. “Look, this is dangerous but if you’re are sure you want in we could do with an extra body. I guess if old Mantin trusts you, we should too.”

Roan’s face lit up “I won’t let you down, I promise.”

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The rebels around the table went through the plan three times changing bits slightly each time to ensure that there would be no mistakes.

Roan sat quietly keeping his thoughts to himself as he memorised his part in the scheme. He was unsure if he should have left when he had the chance. Raxter, when he first explained the plan, had given Roan the chance to leave. Again he had declined

The plan involved breaking a rebel prisoner out from the holding block on Imperial Installation in Trallon-Soro. It should be pretty much in and out as it was a low security complex and never manned that well. The Local Imperial troopers were lazy and the officers incompetent.

“Well I think that about concludes our discussions, gentlemen!” Raxter announced after the final plans had been agreed. As Roan glanced at the people around the table he saw mixed emotions; some were nervous, others excited and Raxter exuded a felling of calmness.

“Check you timers. I make it 22:05. I guess that gives us just under four standard hours to wait before we need to leave” Raxter looked around the room at his friends. “Qes you okay with everything?” He smiled at the blonde haired lady as she nodded and smiled “you be careful, we’ll be waiting for your signal.”

Roan glanced at Qes out of the corner of his eyes and tried not to blush. She was slim with short-cropped blond hair and striking green eyes. Although probably at least ten years older than him, he still found her very attractive, a quality that was a crucial part of her role within the plot.

The plan was based around Qes getting into the central power/observation post and her being able to cause a “distraction” which would allow her access to get the rest though the first two security gates. “I’ll be glad when it’s over” she complained. Having spent the last two days gaining the lecherous officer, Frazen’s trust, she would be glad to see the back of him. “I know it’s not been easy,” Raxter replied ”but I don’t think Hoggy’s charms would have had the same effect” within the laughter Hoggy snorted with laughter. He was the large man Roan had noticed earlier trying on the stormtrooper helmet. Hoggy slapped his large stomach and batted his eyelids while the others cringed jokingly.

After gaining access, the rebels lead by Raxter would move around to the block where the prisoner was being held. Stormtroopers would patrol the area, but with the outfits they were confident they could get around quite easily. Gaining access to the holding cells was where the plan would get complicated.

Uoez, a slicer, would need to slice the code from at least two gates. With any luck he would be able to do this without the Imperials noticing. Uoez, a skinny man with sharp eyes was a technical wizard, looked most nervous. Qes had now left there was less than half an hour until the rest would be setting off.

Roans part in the plan was simple. He was the prisoner that they would be escorting to the cells where the prisoner where held. He was not initially keen on the idea but had just nodded and said “No problem” thinking this was just the beginning of bigger things for him.

“Hey lil man what you doing?” Hoggy asked as he disturbed Roan from his meditation. “Oh just something that helps me relax.” Roan had taught himself many Jedi techniques he felt he could use even though he knew he wasn’t force sensitive. Since a young age he had been mesmerised by the mystical Jedi’s and had devoted himself to living by their code.

Roan stood up and walked over to where Hoggy sat eating and pinched a piece of meat from his plate.

“Hey” he protested

“I don’t think you’ll die of hunger today Hoggy!” Roan replied.

Everyone laughed which seemed to relieve the tension that was building in the room.

Hoggy jumped up from his seat and grabbed Roans arm lifting him in the air then grabbing his leg and dangling him upside down.

“Actually you could do with putting some meat on them bones” Hoggy said.

Roan tried to struggled but realised it was best just to hang there until Hoggy was ready to put him down. The laughter continued until Raxter said “Well looks like our time has come my friends”. Hoggy turned Roan round and gave him a big hug, almost engulfing him. “You be careful kid” When Roan was freed and could finally breath he said, “I will be”.

Hoggy, unable to fit into any of the outfits, had to stay outside waiting for the teams return. If things went wrong he would be on standby to assist. He would also scout the area before they arrived. Hoggy smiled “Good Luck guys, drinks on me when we get back” the replies followed him out the door as he left.

Chapter 4

Muld check himself in the mirror one last time and accepted the communication.

“Admiral Gallon” He saluted.

“Colonel, an unexpected pleasure.” Gallon was standing on the bridge of the Victory Class Star Destroyer, Vanquisher.

“As I was involved in the capture of the rebel, I felt that it would be wise to oversee the transfer.” Muld said.

“I’m impressed with your actions. We have been close to capturing this scum for quite some time now” Muld had received the response he was looking for. Muld actually only got involved after he had heard of the Prisoners capture.

“I personally ensure that all crafts are scanned and any peculiarities are checked out. I suppress clearance until these are checked.” Muld had read the procedure to ensure his story sounded authentic. His actual work involved the odd meeting with his subordinates and he never got his hands dirty with the actual day-to-day activities.

“Very good Colonel. You actions will not go unnoticed. Your skills seem wasted” Gallon turned to speak to someone behind him. Muld tried to suppress the excitement he was now feeling. Finally he would be away from this place.

He waited for Gallon to face him again. “Just arranging the final details of the transfer. I have decided to travel on the shuttle down so we can talk further.”

“I will finalise the transfer details and look forward to our meeting.” Muld responded slightly nervously. He would have preferred to keep the Admiral away from the facility and his subordinates. He saluted as the communication was terminated.

He quickly moved to his comm. “Captain Tainer”

“Yes sir” came Tainer’s voice.

“Admiral Gallon will be arriving with the transfer team. Please ensure that a full company is there to meet the shuttle.”

“Sir, could I suggest….”

“No suggestions Captain, just do as I have ordered” Muld interrupted

“Yes Sir. When will we be expecting his arrival?”

“He is finalising the transfer plans so you can work out the ETA from that.” Muld stated in his usual vague manor. “If anything goes wrong I will hold you personally responsible Captain”

“I understand Sir”

Muld’s smirk spread across his face as he ended the transmission

Chapter 5

Roan lifted his hood over his head and was then placed in binders “Not too tight kid?”

“No they’re okay” he whispered, his throat starting to get dry.

“I’ll look after you, don’t worry. Just keep under that hood and we’ll do the rest” Raxter reassured him. He was keen that Roan stay unnoticed. Even if they pulled this off he didn’t want the young Nautolans face in the imperial records. The team of five; two dressed in the officers uniforms, two Stormtroopers and Roan set off out into the streets.

It was late and the streets were quieter now. The few people they saw paid them no attention. They reached the corner of the Imperial building and waited. The central power/observation post was a taller building across the street and had a view over the first gate into the main courtyard and onto the second gate. Qes was confident that the gates would be down.

They waited

“click, click…….click………..click” Qes signal was received on Raxter’s comlink.

“Okay guys this is it!” They moved toward the main gate as it opened invitingly. The group moved into the courtyard and could see the second gate already opening. The pace quickened as they moved towards the second gate. Lot of imperials, troopers and officers were entering the courtyard from what appeared to be barracks to the side of the Main building. They didn’t seem to notice the party as they moved through.

“Slow down and keep calm” Raxter said. Roan could feel the tension amongst the men and Uoez was physically shaking.

They reached the second gate and entered the main building and moved off down the corridor. A cleaner droid unit rolled by as they reached the turning into the holding cell block. Five stormtroopers passed by without incident. They reached the first secure door and stopped. “Relax it’s time to do some magic” Raxter nodded at Uoez who still was shaking as he removed a pouch from his utility belt.

Roan started to struggle, causing the group to shift around in an attempt to control the prisoner. This was a diversion that would cover Uoez as he went to work on the lock. “Let me shoot him!” said Uoez, as he held up his blaster to signal that the lock had been dealt with. Roan ceased struggling and was escorted through the gate.

The group walked down a narrow corridor, which had security cameras located at each end. They arrived at the second gate and Roan collapsed to the floor. Uoez turned to the lock as the second diversion began. The door slid open before he had touched the lock, revealing four imperial officers. Uoez moved back to the group.

The officers stood staring at the scene. Roan remained lying on the floor.

“What’s wrong with him?” asked the first Imperial officer.

“Looks like he took a hard knock, I thought these rebels had thicker heads” replied Raxter, with a sneer, keeping his voice calm and firm.

“Well move him out of the way and into a cell, we have places to go!” Raxter nodded to the Rebel Stormtroopers. They grabbed Roan under the arms lifting him from the ground and moved to the side as the four officers walked past talking amongst themselves. “This is too easy!” Sidle, one of the rebels dressed as a Stormtrooper said, his Rodian voice sounded strange through the helmets amplifier.

“Just stay focused.” Raxter replied giving him a stern look “It’s not over yet.”

Before them, in a booth, stood a solitary guard who inspected them through the window as he spoke into the intercom. “Clearance code” came the voice. “TR565 DZ” Raxter answered, an invalid code he knew but in the correct format for the cells.

They could hear the guard entering the code into the console. “Invalid code, repeat!” The group waited.

“TR565 DZ” Raxter repeated. “Invalid code, wait there while I call this through”

They waited for a few minutes. They could see the frustration in the guard’s posture as he tried to contact the Security Officer, whom Qes was hopefully still keeping busy.

“Ah don’t tell me Frazen gave me a invalid code. He seemed a bit preoccupied with that lady with him” Raxter bluffed “Look our shift finished hours ago. If this kid hadn’t given us the run around we’d be blowing some credits at Strate’s bar by now. Let me just put him in a cell, you can speak to Frazen when he’s finished” Raxter added trying to sound a bit aggravated.

“Protocols state no code no access,” the guard insisted as Roan was dropped to the floor. “Guess we’ll leave him here you can deal with it in your own time.” As they turned to leave Uoez moved towards the control panel on the door they’d arrived via and started to work.

“ You cannot just leave him. Wait there while I get security clearance” came the worried voice of the Guard as Uoez released the door and the group started to exit.

“Please wait. I need to get the code” Raxter could tell the guard was flustered and Roan could feel his confusion, as he lay motionless on the floor. Uoez moved toward the door panel that separated them from the guard and started to go to work.

The conversation continue for a minute as the guard tried to ensure that protocol was followed while Raxter argued that he and his team had better places to be.

With a hiss the door opened the shocked guard looked up from the intercom a second before the stun bolt hit him.

Chapter 6

Admiral Gallon’s shuttle arrived in the landing area at the front courtyard. A company of troopers had assembled. Muld hurried out to greet the landing party, accompanied by his four captains. He glanced at the troopers and hoped Gallon was suitably impressed.

They stopped and waited for the platform to lower and the Admiral and his team to disembark.

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Uoez moved to the console and the door to the cells opened. Behind was a long dark corridor with four doors on each side. “You can get up kid” Raxter said. Roan climbed to his feet as Raxter passed by into the corridor. As Raxter passed by a cell door, what appeared to be an arm shot out from the grill and grabbed his shoulder. He hit it with the butt of his side arm producing a squeal from the inhabitant of the cell. “I’ll wait here” Roan said.

“Cell five” said Uoez “and no alarms yet.” As the door to cell five opened and Raxter went in, a huge growl came back, Roan jumped grabbing his hood to stop it falling off. Raxter reappeared followed by a huge hairy creature Roan assumed was a wookie. He’d never seen one before but had heard stories of the species that the Imperials liked to use as slaves, due to their immense strength. This ones coat was a mix of black and white his only clothing was a greyish hooded poncho he wore over his shoulders. As they reached Roan, the wookie growled again “He may be small but he’s proved quite useful Hokkla replied Raxter.

Sidle moved towards the wookie took his helmet of and was immediately engulfed by Hokkla.

“Roan this is Hokklaton, Friends call him Hokkla and Hokkla this is Roan.” The big wookie at least eight feet tall let out a small growl. “umm Hi!” said Roan.

Raxter had explained about the prisoner during the briefing. He was a long time Rebel Sympathiser and gun trafficker. He had been picked up on Byblos, after a recent trip back from Nar Shadda, with a cargo hold full of contraband weapons. He had been immediately sentence to life imprisonment as a slave to the imperials, on one of their more secure bases from which there would be no escape.

“Uoez, how’s it looking in there?”

“All quiet at the moment. Access out should be a bit easier”, he said holding up the guard’s security key.

“Let me just delete the recordings of our entrance and disable a few cameras and I’ll be right out”

“Quickly check how’s Qes is getting on” Sidle said.

“They’re still busy!” Uoez chuckled.

“All done” he said as he walked out of the guards room.

Raxter ran through the exit plan quickly as he placed Hokkla in binders. This is too easy; I’ve got a bad feeling about this. Roan thought to himself. Lets hope I’m wrong!

They traced their path back to the main door, from the building to the courtyard, without incident.

As the door opened and they moved out Roan knew something was wrong.

The courtyard now had an Imperial Shuttle and everyone’s eyes where drawn to a man wearing an Admirals Uniform, standing at the top of the landing ramp!

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Muld saw the group with the Rebel Wookie and turned to Captain Tainer and whispered, “Did you authorise this?”

“No sir, standard protocol is for the Vanquishers landing party to collect the prisoner from the cells.” Tainer was confused “I gave no orders after your instructions Sir”

“Who’s manning the observation post? Find out what is going on?” Tainer could hear the anger in Muld’s whisper.

“Yes Sir”

Chapter 7

Qes tried not to squirm as the guard, Frazen, kissed her neck again. She was straddling him as he lay on the floor she whispered “ the wait makes it even more pleasurable.” She had tried to keep her distance but she knew what he wanted and it wasn’t good conversation. She just had to keep him occupied for a little longer. She would scrub herself down when they were all well away from here.

The Console beeped then came a voice “Frazen this is Captain Tainer.” Other communications had been ignored. Qes could be quite persuasive.

Frazen moved his head from her neck and lifted her off him and moved towards the desk. “Come back here..” she said grabbing his arm “..that was nice” Qes had to keep him from the desk otherwise the game was up. He pulled his arm away “I’ll be right back, honey”

He reached the mic “Captain, this is Officer Frazen”

“I want to know why an Escort team is at the Main door with the prisoner and on whose authorisation?” Frazen looked at the screen and noticed the stunned officer on the Prisoner cell control room floor.

“Oh no!” he said to himself “Sir we have a problem, the cell guard has been attacked. I, I hadn’t noticed before” He turned to Qes to see her doing up her shirt as she moved towards the door. He pulled out his blaster and pointed it at her.

Chapter 8

“I don’t think we should go any further” Roan said

The group stopped “We should get back inside the building!”. Nobody moved, Roan looked at Raxter and pleaded “Trust me!” We’re so close he thought but he knew they could go no further

“You heard the kid. Get in” Raxter instructed

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“Bring those men and the prisoner to me, use force if necessary” Tainer ordered a group of stormtroopers pointing at the rebels.

They moved forward towards the group as he issued further orders into his comlink.

As the rebels moved back inside the compound a blaster bolt caught Sidle on the shoulder turning him round and throwing him to the floor. More shots started raining in from outside. Uoez hit the door panel as Raxter and Hokkla fired back at two troopers coming down the corridor behind them. “Make sure that doesn’t open any time soon” Raxter order Uoez “It’s done” came the reply, moments later.

Tass, the other rebel dressed as an officer was holding Sidle

“How is he?” Raxter asked, letting out a few shots.

“Looks like just a graze, the armour took most of the hit.” Tass explained as he dragged Sidle into a doorway. “He’ll be okay if we can get him a bacta patch, soon!” The way he looked at Raxter explained it was more than a graze.

Roan ran behind Tass. “Anything I can do?”

“You know how to use a blaster?” Tass asked passing Roan Sidle’s Blaster.

“umm, I, er sort of!” Roan didn’t want to admit that he only once held Mantin’s Merr-son “Deathhammer” blaster when he’d put it away once.

Tass handed Roan Sidle’s E-11 blaster. The metal felt cold in his hand it seemed so large.

“You gonna admire it or use it?” It was more a command than a question.

The odd shot ricocheted of the durasteel walls. The troopers down the corridor were just keeping them pinned down. Roan moved the gun into position leant around the wall and fired.

Nothing happened!! “You may feel like taking the safety of” said Tass looking a bit concerned. “ Maybe you should stay with Sidle”

“I’m okay just a bit nervous, that’s all” He couldn’t believe what he was saying. He had a real stubborn streak and it might get him killed. I hate guns, he thought

He flicked the switch and leant out, shooting in the general direction of the imperials were. He heard footsteps and mumbled instructions from the other side of the door that was locked behind them. They were surrounded and if they managed to released the door that would be it for them.

Chapter 9

The Admiral reached the base of the ramp. “ Can you explain the commotion, this should be a routine escort assignment?”

“Admiral, it appears that we have a small rebel problem, but it will soon be eradicated. Isn’t that so Captain?” Muld turned to Tainer who now stood at his side.

“We have it in order Sir. They have managed to lock the door but I have an team dealing with it now.” Tainer reported slightly red in the face.

“Very well Captain, advise me when we have them. Those that remain alive will wish they were dead.” Muld was trying to appear in control. This was not how he had seen the day turning out. The situation could again turn out in his favour though.

“The Wookie smuggler must be captured alive. We believe he may be of value to me” Admiral Gallon added.

Chapter 10

“Raxter what are we going to do?” Sidle shouted to the other side of the corridor as Roan let out another shot.

“I‘m trying to think” came the reply as two bolts shot back at them.

Roan had seen a staircase about ten feet back down the corridor. It wasn’t a way out but it was better than just sitting waiting to be caught. “Stairs” He called out to Raxter, pointing back up the corridor, trying not to be heard by the imperials. Raxter looked at Roan he shrugged. “Anyone else have any ideas?” The question was answered only by another imperial blast.

“They’ll get reinforcements down the corridor soon and that door won’t keep them out for long. Moving is our only choice.” Raxter explained. “Sidle you okay to move?”

“I’m okay Rax” replied Sidle in a weakened voice.

“Roan can you take Sidle first. We’ll provide cover?” roan nodded. “Hookla go with Uoez and we’ll bring up the rear.”

“You all ready” Raxter was looking at Sidle concerned, as Tass and Roan helped him to his feet.

“Ready?”

The cover fire was laid down and Roan helped Sidle back down the corridor as quick as he could. As they got to the bottom of the stairs Roan noticed an imperial blaster and he threw himself onto the steps pushing Sidle forward as two blasts past by his back.

“Owwww” scream Sidle as he hit the stairs

“Sorry” Roan wasn’t used to dodging bullets “It’s okay, better a sore shoulder then a bolt in the head.” He tried to smile at Roan but he looked pale and in a lot of pain.

Roan turned to fire at the imperials as two more rebels joined them. Hookla towered over Roan as the final rebels made it to the bottom of the stairs.