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You react immediately. You’re the Sith’s only partner, her aide-de-camp. This is your duty. The baron also trusted you. You cannot allow Commander Bocchi to fall in danger! Much as you wanted to help the stormtrooper on the floor, if something bad were to happen to the last Sith of the Empire, all would be lost.
You take aim, then fire.
The Sith was giving the barricade a final pull. Just then a marine jammed his rifle towards the back of her head, not quite reaching it. But before he could pull the trigger on the Sith, he was swept off. He choked. His throat was gone, and he lay on the ground convulsing as blood pooled in his windpipe.
You lowered your rifle, not bothering to gloat. You began to unscrew the gas canister to reload.
Commander Bocchi stopped. Her eyes found you, and she glared from across the gallery before nodding. She didn’t have time to say anything else - she pushed off the enemies around her and tore out the barricade at last before flinging it away.
The stormtrooper on the floor meanwhile had managed to avoid being stabbed. The bayonet scraped past the face of his helmet, and the trooper hugged the screaming marine’s arm in a grim fashion.
The captain of the line from earlier ran past you. He tackled the marine and subdued him.
“There’s not a moment to lose! Take these prisoners and all of the wounded out of here!” The captain called out.
The gallery is won. You take this opportunity to help up the scratched stormtrooper on the floor. You look up.
The Sith was at the end leading the stormtroopers. They’re about to rush into the dim corridor. Ominous red lights filled the entryway. There was a lull before a stormtrooper was sent in. You were too far away to hear the commotion, but you froze when you heard your commander’s voice.
“Halt!” The Sith screamed.
The corridor suddenly burst into flames and exploded devastatingly. It sent a torrent of white debris blasting out and throwing the nearby stormtroopers off.
Luckily, the lady Sith had managed to pull back the stormtrooper before he had run deeper into the corridor. With an outstretched hand, she snatched back the corporal with an invisible kind of force, reeling him back into her arms like a fish on a line. She staggered.
Bocchi was furious. “They’ve booby-trapped the corridor! It’s collapsed! Blast!”
She cursed. She waved off the shocked soldier she had just saved and brushed herself off. You run up to her.
Sith Bocchi turned to face you. “The corridor is shattered! We can’t pass through!”
She paced about contemptuously.
The stormtroopers steadied themselves. They reloaded, checked their limbs, patched leaks in their suit with black tape, and some sat down, dazed. By now medics were arriving. Bacta cans were distributed and the wounded were evacuated on aluminium litters. Medics raced to save as many incapacitated, Coalitionists as well, from suffocating to death in the frigid atmosphere.
