M4 WG: Imperial Prison
The prison gang leader shakes his hand while meeting his eye. She seems to be apprasing him, looking at his non-human features searchingly. Finally she says, "Call me Callie." The prisoners near her react with surprise; apparently this is some sort of honour.
"I don't know where you came from, or why you're here, but you have done more to help us than anything else that's happened in years," she says.
"Endanger us, too," mutters a nearby prisoner. Callie does not acknowledge this.
"You've managed to snatch their shuttle too fast for the report to go out. The Imperials will think it is in their hands until things get too suspicious. That's the good news. The bad news is that anything we do with it will alert them.
"The cannon they have can take it out if we try to fly straight up. My plan was to fly over the horizon, until we were out of range of the cannon." She points up to the sky. "However, the defence station up there has some fighters they can use to launch pursuit. This thing isn't fast enough to outrun them. And we can't even stay put, because sooner or later they'll send more soldiers down to finish the fight."
"So, since our choices are 'bad,' 'worse,' and 'suicide,' I assume you have a plan for getting out of here?"