A/N: Sorry for the delay. But I have two excuses. 1: I couldn't resist hanging that cliffie over your heads for a while. 2: I had Homecoming yesterday, then this morning I went to church and then my parents dragged me all the way to Indiana to pick out our pumpkins for Halloween (hello, there's a Jewel right across the street from th house with a thousand pumpkins outside) and so now I finally have a chance to update. Sorry its so short, but I started sympathizing with you about the cliffie (I must be getting soft) and wanted to resolve it as soon as possible. By the way, I turned on anonymous reviews (well, I'm going to) and I want 3 reviews before I update again. By different people.I have 202 reads and 6 reviews, for goodness' sake! Here you go.
Grad squeezed the trigger at the same time that Lak swung his lightsaber at the blaster, cleaving the pistol-and most of Grad's fingers-in half, just as Scree took him down with a shot that landed squarely at the base of his neck-causing instant death. Lak briefly wondered where she had learned to shoot so well before the pain overwhelmed him, and he allowed himself to succumb to the blackness beckoning to him.
Scree instantly spun around at the sound of blaster fire. Relieved to see the captain was the victim and not one of her comrades, the relief instantly turned to horror as the falling body revealed an imperial officer with his blaster pointed at Lak.
Without thinking, letting the Force guide her hands, she leveled the blaster and pulled the trigger.
She saw it hit-how had she managed to shoot so well?-at the same time that the major's shot hit Lak. She knew that at that range, his armor would have been useless, even against such a small caliber weapon. Rushing to Lak's side, she mentally berated herself. She hadn't even considered the possibility that the bridge crew might be armed. And now Lak was dead as a result. She'd never forgive herself.