The Prisoner
Well, things turned out better than he hoped. Quantros decided to check down the hallways covertly as the insectoids scavenged the supply boxes. His mind was focused on how to get off this rock, infested as it was with Imperials, and try to link up with the Rebellion. But that alarm...were there already rebels here?
Then the chatty alien spoke. Quantros had no recollection of meeting these creatures. He was glad they were allies, but it would be troublesome to move this large group of creatures unnoticed. As he listened to what the creature was saying, Quantros took a moment to consider the insectoid's words. Ultimately, however, he ended up rejecting them.
"We could hide, but they'll eventually come to find us. When they do, they're either going to try and catch us again, or kill us. Even if we hid well, the Empire is tenacious, and they would not rest until we are found. The better option is to try and flee, or failing that, drive the Empire away from here."
"That being said, whatever we decide to do, we'd have more success if I had my lightsaber. Tell me, have any of you found it? It should look like a scepter, about yea big, silver and black, with three prongs on either end." Quantros used his hands to demonstrate the length of his lightsaber. He hoped these creatures would understand what they were looking for.
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