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Kix shivered. It had been about three hours since he'd last heard from General Skywalker. The storm hadn't let up, in fact, it was raining harder. And night was about to fall, bringing coldness.
Rex was not doing very well, he was soaking wet and in pain. Jesse was running a fever, and he had lost a lot of blood. Kix's knee was very swollen and he couldn't move it without yelping. Fives had slipped and rolled down a hill; he said he was fine, but he wasn't.
The sun began to set.
Hardcase shivered. "There's a heat generator at the ship. Permission to go back and get it?"
Kix shook his head. "We stay together. If you hurt yourself and can't get back here, who'll help you?"
"I will," Fives said, "I can go!"
Kix groaned. "Fives, you can't go. You're hurt. I can tell from your voice."
Fives grunted and looked down. "I've had worse."
The sun went down all the way, and a chill fell over the forest.
"I'll keep watch," Fives said, standing up and slightly staggering. "You guys sleep."
Kix didn't protest. "You just wake me up if something happens."
"Me too. Wake me up too," Jesse replied in a scratchy voice.
"And me," Rex grunted, shifting with a partial groan.
"And me too," Hardcase added.
Fives rolled his eyes and sat down, his back to a tree, pulling out his blaster.
Kix lay down, his knee spasming and a haze of red falling in front of his eyes. He lay awake for a while, listening to the racious snores of Hardcase. Then he was being choked by an invisible hand, lifted off the ground.
Crazed laughter faded to darkness.