"Come on!" screamed Trando over the noise of the raging battle. Trando's voice was uneven as if he was trying to hold back his tears. Moss had no choice but to listen. If he stood in that place for too long, he would end up like Dirk. Moss ran behind Trando and left the courtyard. There wasn't as much fighting outside of the courtyard which was good. "Over there," pointed Trando.
Moss looked and saw the hangar. It was bigger than the starport. Trando ran ahead and Moss followed. They came up to the front doors and stopped. To their left were two RSF officers running towards them. "I have orders to tell the remaining RSF pilots to escort the queen's yacht."
"I will tell them for you," said Trando. "Get back to the battle."
"Sir, the battle is about to end, the security officers are largely out numbered," said the RSF officer. "The signal to retreat will be happening in a few seconds. I suggest you get aboard the yacht before the stormtroopers start their sweeping action to pick up anybody who fled the battle."
"Of course," said Trando, "In that case, come aboard the yacht." The RSF officers nodded and followed Trando and Moss into the hangar. They walked into a military style room. It was bleak and grey. But the absence of scorched marks of blaster fire on the walls told them that the Empire forgot to attack someplace.
"Looks like the stormtroopers haven't thought about attack the hangar," commented Moss. They continued up some flights of stairs and reached a large room that opened out into the outside. In the middle was giant chrome starship with the engines getting ready for take off. There were also eight yellow Naboo starfighters, also getting ready for take off.
The RSF officers left Moss and Trando to go and tell the remaining pilots the message. Moss and Trando went to the yacht right away. They went for the cockpit and entered. In front of the controls was a man and next to him was an inexperienced man. Near the walls of the cockpit were some people watching them. "The other pilots will be escorting you to your destination," informed Moss.
The pilot turned around to look at them. "Good. Say, aren't you Jedi?"
"Yes, we are," said Trando.
"Then where is the queen?" asked the pilot.
"I am afraid she has been killed," said Trando.
Everyone's face in the cockpit looked sad. There was a long silence. The two RSF officers came aboard and broke the silence. "The stormtroopers are advancing on the hangar. We have to go now.
The pilot snapped out of his depressed trance and switched the controls. There were sounds coming from the hull. "They're firing at us," said Moss.
"Don't worry, they can't do any significant damage with those blasters," said the co-pilot. They lifted off the ground and shot out of the hangar. The reverse camera off to the side in the cockpit showed that all eight Naboo starfighters were following.
The ship came out of the atmosphere and was greeted by a coming Star Destroyer. "Star Destroyer closing in on starboard," alerted the co-pilot. The ship started to shake as it took bombardment from the Star Destroyer. "They're firing on us!" There was an explosion and the co-pilot said, "Our engines are losing power. We are going to die."
The ship came to a stop and continued to take the Star Destroyers bombardment. "Not if I can help it," said the pilot, determined. "All escorting craft, I am sending you coordinates for Alderaan. Jump when ready."
Two starfighters flashed before the cockpits view screen. Then the stars turned to starlines and they shot into hyperspace. "Alderaan?" asked Trando once they were in hyperspace. "Why are we going there?"
"Bail Organa and some other senators are planning a rebellion against the Empire," said someone standing against the wall. "They want to find as many Jedi as they can to help him plan this. I personally think that this whole thing is going to fail. But we can't say we didn't try."
The six day trip to Alderaan was as boring as getting to Naboo. Although people had rejuvenated hope and excitement, Moss realized a fatal flaw. He had told Trando about it, but kept it at that. Even if they did tell everybody else, there was still nothing they could do about it.
They stood in the cockpit. The hyperspace timer had one minute left, but the pulled into real space. "What the…?" said the pilot. He was busy looking at the controls to see what happened, but everyone else looked out the view port. Before them was the planet Alderaan, but in between Alderaan and the ship was an entire armada of Interdicter, Victory class, and plain old Star Destroyers. The pilot looked up and his mouth hung open.
The starfighters hung in space too, captured by surprise. The pilot tried to turn on the comm to communicate, but all they heard was static. The static went away and a voice said, "Prepare to be boarded."
"The hell I will," said the pilot in frustration. The kept flicking a switch on and off. It was a secret message that told the starfighters to assume attack position. From the far left corner was a Star Destroyer coming to board the yacht. The co-pilot hit a button. "R2 droids dispatched to fix the engines.
After a few suspenseful minutes the engines were back online. The Star Destroyer was just about to place the yacht inside it, but the pilot sped out from under the Star Destroyer. Above it, the Naboo starfighters were trying their best to destroy it, but it wasn't going to well. Then, almost at the same time, every ship in the fleet began to fire upon the yacht. Moss wasn't feeling to well. His stomach was turning inside him. This was the worst Force feeling he had ever received. He knew he was about to die. Trando's face didn't look like the same thing was happening him. He was just staring out in space. There was a loud explosion. "Engines and all R2 units gone," reported the co-pilot. Another large explosion sounded throughout the cockpit. It set off a series of smaller explosions. And then the ship exploded.