Meeting at the cross roads
'None yet.' Lyla admitted testily, distracted and worried by the scale of the Imperials' defences. 'We can hit 'em from two sides, here and the corridor, but there's no way past. And we can't hit this in a frontal assault. We need a distraction, a ruse, or total crukking chaos to take advantage of. But we can't go back and forth with the bomb, we have to arm it, do what we've gotta do here, then go... But at least we know who the traitor was – Glek's there with them.'
She took another look at the hangar, the gist of an idea in her tails. 'Those TIEs hanging from the roof... is there any way to make it rain?'