Yoda turned to see the pile of rubble that had formed immediately behind him, "PADAWAN!" He cried, "Alright, are you?"
"Yeah, we're alright. Some cuts, scrapes, bruises, and maybe a couple burns but everyone's okay." Grumbled the young one, "What just happened Master?"
"An explosion, there was. From us, cut your off, it has." Explained the elderly master.
"Great." Semaj muttered, "What're we gonna do here?"
"Wait there you must, contact the captain we will." Yoda suggested.
"Alright master, we'll be right here if you need us." The padawan sighed.
"Pardon me sirs," Piped up Commander Divad, "But couldn't you two somehow remove the debris so that we may pass?"
"It wouldn't work, the field of debris is too thick to cut with a lightsaber, and the integrity of this part of the ship is too weak, moving it might cause everything to collapse on top of us. We might die in the next few hours without any help, but we'll die for sure if we act right now." Semaj explained.
"Right the padawan is. Be patient you must." Supported to the ancient master.
"Listen Master Jedi, I'm perfectly willing to die if I must, but I'd rather meet my end doing something than sit around like some wounded tauntaun. We need to find a solution to this situation." Argued the clone.
"Patience you must have Commander. Come soon rescue will."
"Alright sir, I'll wait, but you'd better hurry I think we may have access to a ruptured fuel line. It's filling our hallway with an obnoxious gas."
Yoda took in a deep breath through his nose, and looked at the wall of rubble confused.
"Smell anything, I do not."
"Well that's good news, the gas is contained then."
"What does that mean for us Commander?" Semaj asked.
"Worry you should not." Yoda reassured, "Save you we will."
"We'd better see about you getting a helmet just in case Commander Natock." The clone noted.
"Speak with command we must. Return to you shortly I will."
"Take care Master."
"See you soon General."
Semaj reignited his lightsaber, casting a blue light around the darkness. The hallway lights had been knocked out in the explosion, leaving it almost impossible to see anything that wasn't right in front of you.
"Alright everyone, sound off. Who's not dead?" He asked, shining his light around the white armored troops.
There were about ten men lying the ground, nine of them raised their hands, three of them had their other hands grasping their sides, five of them stood back up, one of the sat down with his helmet off, shaking his head.
"One dead guy okay, that's better than ten." Semaj sighed, "Trooper, what's your name?"
"CT-5493!" Replied the helmetless trooper, standing at attention.
"No, I mean what's your name? What do you call yourself?" Semaj explained.
"I call myself by my number, but everyone else calls me Wound-Up sir."
"Okay, Wound-Up, why do you look so afraid? You heard the general, we're gonna get away out of this."
"Well, if you don't mind me saying this sir, I'm afraid we don't have the greatest odds. We're blocked off from command on both sides, and we're in the middle of an enemy firefight with droids boarding our ship."
"Wound-Up, if there's anything I've learned in my time as a padawan, it's that if Yoda says things'll work out they'll farkling work!" Semaj Laughed.
"Commander, if I may say so, if there's anything I've learned in my time as a soldier for the Republic Army, it's that if it looks like you're gonna lose a fight, it's probably because you're gonna lose it. I know General Yoda is powerful, but he can't prevent the inevitable." Explained Divad.
"Have a little faith why don't you?" Semaj smirked.