(Chapter fifty eight.)

There, ahead! Sara shouted, pointing them out. The accompanying Stormtrooper's unhesitatingly obeyed, opening fire immediately. But still, the four fugitives and the droid managed to dodge the blasts and disappeared behind a building, Sara, abandoning the Stormtrooper's and their poor aim, chased after them.

Sara's boots slipped around in the sand as she turned the corner around the building, probably only a few seconds behind her quirres. The girl was the closest, sparing continuous glances behind her. Sara didn't care what the girl did- her priority was the droid and the pilot. After the other guy running with them happened to be their missing Stormtrooper, Sara supposed Captain Phasma would have something in store for him.

Eventually, they left the small outpost behind. They were running towards a junkyard of some sort, and after getting close enough, Sara realized it was a ship yard. And there was a chance the aircraft's inside it might not actually be junk, which was not good.