Damn, this thing is tough, Quora thought, taking a breather from trying to pry the hatch open, Better get back to it, no rest for the wi—
Yara frowned.
"Possible." She agreed after a moment, nodding her head.
As the group arrived back into hangar, Ina found that there was around hundred-two hundredths of personel huddled into a group. The stormtroopers, TIE pilots, officers, and support personel were making their rounds. One of the men noticed her - he was an older man, carrying an air of authority. He put the datapad back to officer, and made his way to her briskly. He stopped in front of her and saluted.
"Captain Kar, Ma'am! Thank you for a rescue!" He said with a steady voice as he stood attention.
"It's nice...but not what I'm hoping to get a view of." Alyn smirks, standing behind Tev, hands on her hips.
Nami shivered, trying to control her breathing. Trying to ignore the voice inside that said do as you’re told, give him what he wants.
„Well I managed to land my ship. Well, most of it”. Ahina joked, when Gabe used some metal parts to stabilise her leg. She takes painkillers, to not scream when he fixes her leg.
Yara did seem to know the man, as both of them gave a small nod to each other.
The man frowned, his anger so thick that it felt almost touchable.
"They sure came prepared and knew where to strike." The man almost spat. He kept his composure, but Ina could see he was fumming, on borrder of murdering someone. It became clear, who as he waved his hand and looked to his men.
As Ina followed his sight she realised that among imperials, was a blond woman in orange jumpsuit. She was clearly a prisoner - if cuffs and blasters trained on her was anything to go by.
"The rebels managed to sneak in on one of supply ships and sabotage our shuttles and defences. She was the only one we managed to capture. Alive." He explained.
The slap made Nami gasp, and the commanding tone of Thassco’s words sent her all but scurrying to obey. She scooped up her medical bag and hurried out of the room, with barely a glance back.
Perhaps she was getting sentimental, now that she had no clear goal other than survival. A commanding officer being so friendly with their grunts was foreign to her, having spent most of her life working alone or with cool detachment when she had been working with others. This display of camaraderie stirred a strange pang of something in Quora as she watched the recording—regret, pity, anger… longing?The holo blinked a few times, before starting to play a message. To Quora's surprise it was not a last message of the person, but rather a recording.
Noises and image came to lfe as it showed a bathroom, a redhead officer holding a recording, and smiling to a mirror. Next to her, several female stormtroopers were walking around, looking into mirror, talking laughing.
The redhead smiled at the screen.
"And this are mommy's minions!" The officer waved to mirror and moved the recorder around, showing various female stormtroopers without their helmets on. Some smiled, some waved. "Together, we make sure that the streets are safe~ Just remember my dear, underneath each helmet, there is a smiling face, working hard to keep you safe~"
A green haired stormtrooper moved closer to the holo projector.
"And we make sure to keep mommy safe~ despite how rude she is sometimes~"
"Minions? Really?" Another, a blond asked.
"That's right!" The redhead spoke proudly. Then she turned to recorder. "And once you get big and strong, join the army and you will have minions of your own to order around~"
"What your mom is trying to say, study hard or you will end up like her~" One of female officers commented from background, making others laugh loudly.
"Hey!" The redhead exclaimed loudly, looking playfully offended. She paused then looked to the side.
There was a flash, sounds of blaster fire and screams-
Bzzt.
The recording has ended.