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"Pull back! We’re outnumbered!"

"Commander, they’re coming in from the sides!"

Lieutenant Shalla Nelprin watched as her teammates were being slaughtered. It was unreal. She never expected something like this to ever happen. How did the Imps know where they were? She flinched as Kell Tainer dropped, a blaster bolt shot through the heart. It was impossible.

"Go Lieutenant," shouted Elassar. "We are the only ones left!"

She looked dumbfounded at the Devorian. He bared his teeth as he fired towards his enemy. "I’m not leaving you," she screamed.

"Someone must tell the Alliance. You are that person. Go!"

She watched him for a moment more, then turned and ran.

She hadn’t taken more than five steps before she heard Elassar’s death cry. She tried to run faster, but tripped. She scrambled back to her feet. A red bolt struck her back and pitched her forward. Darkness enveloped her.

She stopped and her eyes went blank. The tray in her hand dropped to the floor. A pained scream escaped her lips. "NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!" She fell to her knees.

Everyone turned to look. Chairs scraped and fell as several people jumped up to check on the woman.

Wes Janson was the first to reach her. He stooped and shook her gently. "Kelly? Kelly, what happened?"

Derek "Hobbie" Klivian appeared at her other side. "She looks out of it. Do you think it’s a Jedi thing?"

Wes shrugged. His face betrayed his worry.

"Lay her down," Tycho Celchu ordered as he approached.

The two men nodded and gently lowered her to the floor. Several others had arrived and more were beginning to crowd around.

"Back off," Tycho growled to the crowd. He turned to address Myn Donos and Inyri Forge. "Myn, go get Wedge. Inyri, you get Pash. Somebody call a med team!"

A voice drifted into her consciousness. Kelly? Kelly, wake up.

She blinked her eyes. They were dry. She squinted at the bright light above her and blinked again. Her eyes finally focused. She saw Wedge and Pash standing above her. Both had worried looks. "Where am I," she asked weakly.

"The med lab," answered Pash. "You collapsed in the cafeteria."

Everything flooded back to her. The fear. The pain. The suffering. She sat up quickly and grabbed both men’s arm. "I have to go. The Wraiths are going to die."