Inside the camp
For a moment, Troggog was bewildered. If this assailant really did have a blaster, how did they smuggle it in? Whether he believed it was real or not, Troggog knew better than to take chances, he had almost nothing to lose other than his life, so best to try and preserve it. He figured his attacker was not with the empire, it was a very strange question and a very strange circumstance for this person to be an imperial. There were only two possibilities he could think of, they were either a bounty hunter who came to eliminate his superior officers or they were with the rebellion. If it was the former, he'd figure it out after his own safety had been assured, but if it was the latter, perhaps there was hope. He decided the correct course was the truth. He remained very still and responded.
"There are no guards, I swear it. The only time imperials are down here is when they drop in our rations, otherwise we fend for ourselves. My name is Troggog, rebellion flight officer; Sheppard is the superior. Look, is there any way we could sort this out peacefully? Nobody has to get hurt."
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