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FOR a military locker, the aircraft hangar was relatively unguarded. Most troops had been recalled to the front lines, she guessed, and those who remained were too busy looking out for hordes of incoming rebels to notice a single brown eyed girl sweep past. And any who was unlucky enough to see her didn't have the opportunity to raise the alarm.
From inside the hangar, the brunette rebel pressed her back against the cold hull of a disassembled TIE-fighter, the sound of hushed voices resonating from the other side of her hiding space.
"I heard they followed Krennic here from Scarif, after the assassination attempt failed the first time."
"Don't be stupid, not even the rebels would be bold enough to break into the best guarded planet in the galaxy to kill one man."
She didn't pause to eavesdrop on the conversation, and stepped silently between one ship and the next, the shadows obscuring her from their view as she walked between the rows of land bound aircrafts, searching for one she could steal.
Her dark eyes wandered of their own accord, finding heaps of ships better suited for scrap metal than the heat of battle. Finally, the lean body of a Y-Wing caught her eye, the yellow paint peeling from its aged metal body. It was an ancient model, probably built during the Clone Wars, but she'd been stealing ships like this since her ninth birthday. For what it lacked in power it made up for in speed and maneuverability.
There was only one problem. There was a gap of about twenty metres between her and the ship. Twenty metres filled with no cover and more men than she could kill with one blaster. She had no detonators, no stun grenades, she barely even had half a power pack in her gun. But every time she blinked she could see Bodhi's bleeding face seared into the back of her eyelids, and part of her knew that she'd die before she gave up now.
She looked to the side, where the side of a TIE was exposed. She reached forward and tugged the power cable from its side. She couldn't shoot them, and she couldn't blow them up. But Saw had taught her that resourcefulness was her ally.
