The Trip
'I am sick of those guys.' Lyla whined bitterly as the Imperial shuttle appeared in front of them now, shooting at them, all their efforts with the blast doors seemingly in vain. Nevertheless, she carried on into the life-boats, having no other option or way to fight them.
Once inside, she was disappointed to find the life-boats were no more than escape pods, and was quick to say to Ackbar. 'This is your idea of escape?!' she demanded, ready to argue with the world that kept trying to kill her. No controls, no navigation, not even a viewport, it offended the scout's need to know where she was going. But she sighed, becoming resigned to the fact that she actually hadn't had control over her fate in some time.
'Where are we even going?' she asked after a while, to fill the endless wait. She'd thought they were going to the secondary base, but realised that could be too much to hope for now. With nothing to do or fight, Lyla was left alone with her fears, that the mission was an unmitigated failure, and on her command again, that the Empire would get the plans and the Rebels would get nothing, that any minute the Imperials would find them, blow them out of space, or else capture them and put her back into prison and Grendreef's torture chair...
Then, of course, something picked them up. 'Do I want to know?'