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The marines open fire.
You and your Sith are both hit by an unrelenting torrent of plasma bolts. The heat was excruciating. You flinch - nothing, not even your visor could resist the flurry of bright shots that blinded the eyes and disoriented anyone privy to it.
You hear Sith Bocchi gasping. She’s standing firm as a tower in front of you, holding an arm up against the torrent. Like a porphyry battery, her Force-field received all the bolts without fail. But she cursed - it’s that autocannon that’s giving you hell!
“Sergeant! Fire back!” The Sith shouted at you amidst the rampage of shots.
But it was an unreasonable order, and this was too careless. You knew. Walking into a place that was possibly a killzone; without thinking first of scouting it out for traps and dangers. Anyone else would’ve been dead by now. It frustrated you, the Sith frustrated you - here was another case of overconfidence resulting in peril.
A shot grazed your knee and caused you to stagger. You fell and just as you did, another bolt of plasma ripped a hole through the side of your helmet. Embers stung your eyelids. You smelled black smoke. You gasped.
The Sith looked at you. She froze.
The next second, something snapped inside of her - Sith Bocchi turned forward and pushed out her right hand. Then with her other hand, she raised for the left side of the gallery. She turned her left hand towards the windows. The Sith clenched her fist.
All the windows in the gallery exploded. In an instant, a rush of frigid air swept through the gallery, and all of the people inside were blown out of the cruiser. Screaming filled the air. The terrible human screams were choked out by the howling wind as over thirty marines fell to their deaths.
You can’t breathe. It’s freezing. You found yourself suddenly tumbling on the ground, being sucked towards the gaping windowside of the shattered gallery. You’d be dead before you reached the ground - at this altitude, Ultra’s atmosphere would petrify your lungs.
“Sergeant!”
The Sith seized your wrist fiercely. Her magnetic boots clamped onto the gallery floor despite the turbulent winds and installed her feet securely. She took you and began to move. Bocchi reached one of the steel doors, but instead of destroying it again to pass through, she used one arm to pry it open. She held you tightly.
Once she forced a gap into the corridor, she threw you inside before jumping in. The pneumatic doors slid with a click.
“Sergeant, wake up.”
The Sith crawled over to you. She pulled your broken helmet off and squeezed your head.
“Wake up!”
The Sith pushed her mouth against your lips and exhaled.
