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."