Narm stood outside docking bay eleven. He opened the door and walked in, glancing all over to make sure he was alone. He noticed the Y-Wing sitting in the middle of the bay. It was the smallest bay he'd seen, no much more than forty meters across. Narm walked over to it, expecting something to attack him at every second. He began feeling the pain from all of the wounds he had sustained, he knew he had to be quick, anything in the bay would respond quickly to the blood streaming down his body. Narm walked over to the astromech droid in its socket. "Your master is badly wounded, is there a medical bag in here." The droid just beeped back at him. "Thanks." Narm opened the cockpit and looked for the first aid pack. He quickly grabbed it. "Oh, he also wants a backup of the recon data." The droid made more beeping sounds. He looked at the readout screen inside the cockpit. "What do you mean I need a password? He didn't tell me that, he was badly hurt." Narm knew this wasn't going to work, and he didn't have the time to mess with it, and he couldn't just leave the ship here, if the droid figured out what was going on. "Fine, give me the data, or ace the consequences." A negative readout adorned the screen. Stupid droids. Narm walked over to the closest to the fuel tank. Narm pulled out his other grenade and some tape. He affixed the grenade to the body of the fighter. "I hope this works." He stood back up. "One last chance." The droid made some angry beeps. "Fine, it was your call." Narm reached down and set the timer for 15 seconds. Narm ran toward the exit, but saw there were several of the creatures there. "I need out now!" He quickened his pace, and leapt over the creatures. As he was jumping through doorway he hit the close button. Narm came down hard on his wounded legs, and yelped. His legs gave, and he fell forward. Just as a giant explosion rocked the base. It lasted for about twenty seconds before the area stopped shacking. "Phew that was close." Narm began to get up before he felt something hit his back, just after he felt the claws sinking in. "Aaah." He quickly jumped up, and slammed his back into the wall. He felt the weight fall off, and heard the hard shell clatter against the floor. Narm brought his foot up, and stomped on its head. The body twitched for a moment, then stopped altogether. "I hate these things." Narm jogged down the corridor toward there fighters. He was favoring his hurt leg.