Oh Look, We’re Surrounded

Hundreds of rebel soldiers aimed their weapons at the group as the smoke cleared from the wreckage of the Aetherion.

Finn, raising his hands slowly: "…So, funny story."

Tess, deadpan: "Finn. Don't."

Finn, grinning nervously: "We didn't actually mean to crash here."

The lead rebel, a tall woman with scarred arms and goggles, stepped forward and crossed her arms.

Rebel Leader: "You stole an Imperial warship and flew it straight into our base. That's either the dumbest attack I've ever seen… or the worst suicide attempt."

Finn, nodding: "I'd say… Option C: It's Complicated."

Zephyria, whispering: "We are so dead."

Aurelia, hand on her sword: "Not if we fight our way out."

Finn, whispering back: "There are hundreds of them, Aurelia. Do you have that many swords?"

Ignis, grinning: "I could make a lot of fire."

Finn, groaning: "STOP TRYING TO SOLVE EVERYTHING WITH FIRE."