Marck looks down on the T visor of his Phase two helmet. He rolls it around in his hands looking at the details of his helmet. It is covered in tally marks, scratches, and is paint Green along the Frill, visor, and the filters. He looks around the room and sees his brother all arguing on what to do next. He than yells at them. "What does it matter?!" He than stands up holding his helmet in one hand and points at the door with his other. "Do you hear that pounding noise?! There are more of them arriving every second, and that door won't hold forever. Nothing matters any more. We are going to die here like the rest of our squad." Every one in the room looks at him. All except 3 civs were wearing similar armor. Four of them had similar paint scheme as his, while the other six are in complete white armor.
The Captain of the squad "Mac" walks over to him. "It always matters." He points to a body wearing similar armor on the ground with a bloody cloth over head. "The commander would not just give up. We are ARC troopers. Nothing is better then us. Hell even those Commandos fear, and respect us, these troopers, and civilians here are looking to us for the answers, for the way out for we are ARC troopers. And we can find a way out. I will not just lye down and let them tear me apart. He points out a window at a burning Separatist AAT Battle Tank. "The droids didn't just let them be destroyed they fought on. Or are you saying you are less than a droid?" Marck avoided his eye contact and looked down on the ground. "Now pick up your weapon and help find a way out of this mess in stead of pouting." He walked over to the window and one of the creatures was banging on it. Cracks were begging to form along the edges.
One of the troopers called "Lock" who had Captain rank marking on him, and a female Civilian named Zoey who was in charge of the little band of Civilians survivors before he found them. They both walked over to him. Lock spoke first. "Nice speech. But do you have a plane on getting out of here? I mean your an ARC trooper as you so clearly stated, and you said you went to the station that orbits the plane with ten other Arc trooper, and here i am seeing four out of ten. No offense, but if ARC troopers can bairley survive those things i don't see our chances very high."
Mac shook his head. "I know, and i don't have a plan at the moment, but trust me i am trying." He than walked over to a shelf that had some stuff on it. Before he go to the floor than gave a loud creak under his foot. He looked down and raised his foot, than sat it back down again and it made the same creaking sound. He bent down and moved a carpet that was there, and it revealed a trap door, he opened it and saw it opened into a tunnel "Over here guys i found our way out." He waited as every one crawled into the tunnel, and than wen in after them shutting the trap door behind him. As he crawled through the tunnel he thought to him self. 'There may be hope for us yet.'