Last Stand on Crait
Corporal Brexon approached Corran and tapped him on the shoulder.
"We need you in the trenches, Rendar. Grab a blaster rifle and come with me. We have no chance but we will use it."
The young Jedi looked at Kaydel with a questioning expression. She shrugged and turned to go to another task. Corran took a blaster rifle from a rack standing nearby. It was covered in dust since it wasn't used in decades. Brexon tossed Corran a power pack, which the Jedi caught in midair. The Corporal rolled his eyes when the young Rendar put it in and examined the weapon carefully.
"We have no time, Rendar!"
The pilot shrugged and continued to examine the weapon, trying to take aim. He realized that the sight was smeared and he took a cloth to clean it.
"My life depends on this weapon, Corporal I want it to function properly," he answered calmly and continued to make the blaster rifle battle-worthy.
When Brexon and Corran headed for the trenches the battle was already in full swing. First Order TIEs were flying strafing runs on the trenches and the ski speeders which were heading at full throttle towards a Superlaser Siege Cannon. Then there were also the AT-M6 firing towards and in the trenches. The odds of survival were as bad as they could be. Several dead Resistance fighters were already lying in the trenches. Corran stepped over the corpses avoiding to set a foot on them while following hastily Brexon. The Jedi stared at the war machines the enemy was sending against the nearly defenseless Resistance fighters. He sighed when he reached their position in the trenches. The battle noise was ear deafening so he was unable to hear the commands of the officers. If he wouldn't be demoted and if there were still X-wings at their disposal he would blow those damn First Order TIEs out of the sky. He cursed inwardly and took aim knowing all too well that the blaster bolts would never penetrate the hulls of the gigantic AT-M6. He quit thinking about the odds and fired. It was in vain as he had expected. But he nevertheless took aim again. But he never came to fire his weapon.
The same instant Corran took aim the turret nearby exploded in a fire ball and debris hit everything and everybody standing in the way. Still hiding in the Force Corran had no chance and was hit by a big chunk of debris and many small pieces sharp as vibro blades. He cried out and dropped his weapon bleeding out of a nasty wound at the forehead and several other wounds all over his body. The pain was nearly unbearable and he tried desperately to stop the bleeding with his hands. Finally he fainted because of the pain and the loss of blood lying on the ground between his dead comrades who were less lucky than him.