John pressed himself against the wall and hoped that it would be enough to keep him hidden. He had a back up plan, and a back up back up plan if it didn't, he just wasn't ready to start shooting people. He still had to argue against the flash of relief whenever he saw the white armour. These weren't clones, they were stormtroopers and they would kill him if they knew who he was.
The footsteps faded away and he let go of the breath he had been holding.
He didn't have a plan anymore. He had nowhere to go and everyone he'd ever trusted was dead. The safest place would be far away in the Outer Rim.
So that was where he'd go.
He took another deep breath and walked calmy out to his ship.