RESCUE AT CORUSCANT
PART III
FLIGHT OF THE HEROES
It is a dark time the REBEL ALLIANCE and the JEDI ORDER.
Having fled from Cloud City and the might of the GALACTIC EMPIRE,
a Jedi Master named SERENA LARAN, crucial to the survival of galactic freedom,
has been taken prisoner by sinister dark agents known as the INQUISITORIUS.
Without Serena's leadership, hope may soon fade for victory.
Plotting a desperate mission to CORUSCANT, capital of the Empire,
a band of Jedi and Rebels, guided by the maverick Captain,
SANIS PRENT, prepare to take the fight to the Empire where they least expect it.
Facing odds stacked greatly against them,
the passengers of the freighter LAYLA prepare to descend to the city planet
in a gambit to restore hope to a galaxy without it.
I had a restless leg, and a bad case of cottonmouth. A shot of whiskey from my hip flask took care of the latter, but my knee kept bobbing along as the maelstrom of hyperspace continued to snake around us. A proximity alert beeped, and I flicked it off, reaching for the voxcomm control.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your Captain speaking. We're about a parsec out from Imperial sector. Weather on Imperial Center shows partly violent with a chance of Star Destroyers. If you haven't hit the refresher, you might want to do so now. Keep your lightsabers in the off position until the ship comes to a stop.
Once again, thank you for flying on Layla Express."
Cracking wise helped to keep my mood light. In reality, I was scared as hell. Maybe this whole stint in the Alliance was bad for my mental health. I was losing all sense of survival skills, and willingly about to dunk my ass into a scalding cauldron full of angry blasters, and worst of all, I wasn't even getting paid for it.
"Cirr, how's our decoy?"
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