The Empire is seeking two terrorists. We know that you have them in your possession. Release them and you can go free. Glory to the Emperor!
This message then went on a continuous repeat.
I was right. They were after us. Suddenly, the ground stopped shaking. We didn’t have much time. They were giving the bikers a chance to bring us to them, I reasoned.
The tunnel led us to a large hangar with an array of ships. They looked old and beaten, and most exhibited marks from being previously hit by laser fire. There was no point in being picky so I went straight for the nearest one quickly getting into the cockpit.
“Will you be able to fly this?” Tabitha asked wide-eyed, in an excitable tone.
Its controls looked very familiar apart from a peculiar set of buttons off to the right that I hadn’t seen before. Then a ship buzzed passed us. Rather than going straight up, it propelled itself under the sand. I understood and pressed the top right button.
The leader and her cronies now entered the hangar and opened fire with small lasers.
Tabitha put on her belt as did I. I pushed on the accelerator.
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