A Hand In Battle
Prolouge
Dara swore as she slid behind a loading crate, because she hit her arm on it, causing her blaster to misfire. She got up into a crouch position and started returning fire on the stormtroopers overtaking-destroying is a better word for it-her ship, the Fire Dragon. Her copilot, Clizhoth Sanz-Clizh for short-had already been wounded. She had been shot while boarding the ramp of the Fire Dragon. With the marksmanship of the Imperial stormtroopers, she was probably already dead.
Thinking of her friend and copilot brought tears to her eyes, but she tried to convince herself that it was just the burning shrapnel in the metal. Dara fired off some more shots, picking off three stormtroopers. She was getting ready to find another cover when all of the shooting stopped. Dara took a quick peek around the corner and saw the remaining stormtroopers just training their blaster rifles on her. She began to ponder about the situation when she felt something come down on her head, hard. As the world blacked out she thought,"How did I get myself into this mess?"