(Chapter twelve.)

Sara had just set her foot aboard the transport when a deep whir began, echoing throughout the valley. It might just have been a passing speeder- a local heading home- but out of instinct Sara stiffened and scanned the skies. It was almost impossible to see anything through the dark fog, but eventually a black form took shape in the clouds. Then another, and another, until dozens of fighters were zooming through the atmosphere. No doubt with their guns aimed at Sara and Phasma's Stormtrooper's.

Get down! Sara shouted, hoping her voice would carry. Luckily, it seemed she had been heard, as Phasma began directing her Stormtrooper's towards cover. Sara awkwardly divided behind the transport just as the first rain of gunfire descended upon them.

When it subsided, Sara peered over the edge of the aircraft. Damn x- wings. The pilots were already turning around to begin a second assault- Sara had to figure something out to escape, and fast.