(Chapter seventeen.)

Hauling herself to her feet, Sara winced. Her eyes scanned the field, searching for Phasma's body. There were plenty of Stormtrooper's strewn across the ground, but nobody was wearing the Captains signature silver armor. As the command shuttle hatch lowered, Sara made her way towards it across the field.

Sara passed by one of the fallen x- wings, one of the ones she had struck down, lying sideways, smashed into the ground. To her surprise, the pilot was still alive. Blood running down his face, shallow breathed, but alive. And when he saw her outside the cockpit, his eyes grew wide and he struggled against the buckles in his seat.

Kylo Ren and another squadron of Stormtrooper's were already making their way towards Sara and the pilot. Walking to the other side of the x-wing Sara noticed the window was already smashed. It made her job all the easier.