Smoke billowed, claxons screamed, lights flashed, controls sparked. Commander Boren Prax looked back over his shoulder into the cargo hold to make sure the hulking Plotarian, Lieutenant Freego, was still in one large piece before stepping out of the Arrowhead cockpit and into the damaged hangar of The Juggernaut.
“Guns up, Freego,” Prax said as he checked his rifle. “Shoot first-“
“Ask questions never,” Freego interrupted with a slight smile.
They both turned around to see Lord Marcus Orn enter with several soldiers in tow.
“Grab the big one,” Orn shouted holding up a large blaster rifle. “I got Prax.”