The overcast made it hard to see, and it didn't help that all of the lights were out. Felix was standing on the sidewalk, looking up into the sky. The faint sound of engines grew louder and louder. He tightened the straps on his pack and pulled his rifle from over his shoulder. He ducked for cover as an explosion went off not far from him. Y-Wings were speeding by, dropping their payloads all over the area.

It looked like this was going to be a long fight as he saw the LAATs descending from the upper atmosphere. But that's when the lights turned on and a relentless barrage of blaster fire was sent skyward. Streaks of red lasers popping out from nearly every street, all aimed at the downpour of rebels. Perhaps this fight would be shorter than he thought. He ducked again as a Y-Wing crashed twenty yards from him into the street. The fireball that erupted as it made contact with the ground made Felix avert his eyes. It was dark out, and bright flashes could be blinding at night.

From out of the corner of his eyes he saw three storm troopers looking dazed and confused. He called out to them. "You three, where is your commanding officer?"

"Dead sir. Our squad was strafed in the street. We're all that's left." Felix had been listening on a earpiece comm device they'd given him. Gunships crashing into buildings, strafing runs killing whole squads, it was a nightmare.

The four of them watched as an LAAT took a hit in its wing, ripping it in half. The massive ship listed heavily to the one side as it continued on its way. A smoke trail hung onto it like an unwanted hitchhiker. The ship couldn't stay up without both wings and it slammed into the street several blocks away, throwing up a large dust cloud. Felix couldn't believe his luck.

"You three are now with me. We're going to search that downed gunship for survivors, capturing any we find." The three storm troopers looked at each other, trying to decide what to do. "You can either fight with me or cower here. The choice is yours." The troopers came over to Felix reluctantly. He put one on point, one to guard the rear, and the third to guard the left as he took the right. In this formation the four began down the street.

They passed the raging fire that surrounded the crashed Y-Wing. The pilots body was charred and leaning over in its seat. The ion gun was twisted out of shape and the entire front of the ship was crushed. Felix's gaze was fixed on the glowing blaze when they heard the sound of shattering glass. They looked up just as a rebel trooper broke a window and began firing into the street. The trooper on Felix's right side took two bolts in his chest and fell with a thud. The other two began returning fire, standing calm in the face of a firefight. It was the point man whose shot killed the rebel. Felix was surprised by the bravery of the two troopers, they didn't seem like experienced fighters at all.

As they continued they only met one other rebel soldier. He was standing on top of a roof, walking towards the area of the LAAT crash. Felix spotted him and crouched with one knee on the ground. He aimed his rifle, emptied his lungs, and squeezed the trigger. The shot hit the back of the rebels head, causing it to snap forward. The rebels body tipped over the edge of the roof and fell head first onto the pavement. One of the two troopers made a joke along the lines of "I'd call that an improvement on his looks," causing the other one to laugh. Felix just stood and kept walking.

There was a T-junction up ahead where another street ran perpendicular into the one they were on. The point man stopped just at the corner, peeking out to see what was on the other street. Felix could hear a large amount of blaster fire coming from that direction. When the point man signaled it was clear to cross Felix followed closely behind him. Looking down the other street he saw the cause of the commotion. There was a barricade set up with an E-Web blaster just behind it. The blaster was firing unrelentingly at a group of unsuspecting rebels, ripping through them with ease. Felix wasn't sure whether to be proud and amazed at the Imperial genius behind this entire ambush, or to feel sorry for the poor rebels caught in it.

The LAAT lay before them, smoke and fire and pieces of debris surrounding it. Felix turned to the two troopers, "set your blasters to stun. If we find any survivors, I want them alive." He wasn't even sure he'd find any alive, that ship had hit the ground pretty hard. They approached it cautiously with blasters pointed at the downed ship. When they finally reached it, Felix moved over to the handle on the outside of the ship and grabbed onto it. He held his rifle in the other hand and turned to the troopers. "Five.... Four..... Three.... Two..... One....." He slung the the door open with one swift motion, it was surprisingly easy to do. To his surprise, there were only a few rebels inside the ship, three to be precise. Perhaps the rest had managed to get out before the ship was hit.

The two on either side appeared to be dead without a doubt. But the one in the middle was definitely alive. He grabbed his blaster and yelled, "you won't take me you........" The sound of stun shots being fired brought silence to the man. His body went limp and the blaster was dropped beside him.

Felix shook his head and entered the wreck. He grabbed the cuffs from his belt and put them onto the rebels hands. Once they were secure he grabbed the unconscious body and hoisted it over his shoulder. When he was clear of this ship, he turned to the troopers beside him. "Let's get out of here quickly. There's bound to be more rebel scum in this area and I don't plan on being shot this close to success." Nodding in agreement the two troopers left down the way they'd come, Felix followed with his prisoner.