You signal the group to turn around and make a break for the perimiter fence and their vehicles beyond.

With your commanders body slung over your shoulders, you run with your men. Nineteen Guerrillas running silently through the night.

You hear a siren go off from one of the buildings behind you, and suddenly blaster fire descends upon your band.

Rebels toward the rear of your group turn and fire on the imperials to delay them so that the rest of you can escape, but its no use as the imperials overtake your entire band.

You feel a burn in the middle of your back, and you fall to your face in agony, your commanders body falling on top of you.

You lie face down in the dirt, unable to move. You hear the firing stop, and you lie on your face until an armored foot rolls you onto your back. Your labored breaths are the only noise you here as you stare up in fear at the stormtrooper assigned to putting the wounded out of their misery....

Back to the base.

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