Eric was in the second Maw team that was supposed to land nearby the mines, handle the fuss of freeing up the slaves and avoiding expected death. The first LAAT of the Maw team made it just barely outside the city, unharmed by the shitstorm in the sky. The lasers that went up and blasted most of the rebels' LAAT's and fighters were shut off for a mere moments before it came back blasting the skies of Belona. Eric's second Maw team wasn't as lucky though, it was blasted into pieces by one of the turbolaser turrets. The LAAT came crushing down on trees just close to the city, most of the rebel fighters were brutally injured, unable to move. Eric was shot away in the blast and fell on a car just a couple steps away from his team. He landed on his back, breaking his rifle and injuring his neck badly. He was groggy and barely could latch a grip onto consciousness, he fainted for a few moments before he was awaken by the thundering explosions of the rebel Y-Wings and Imperial TIE's, the sky was a painting for smoke and fire. 

Eric managed to get up, he tried to slowly move his neck but screamed when he made a half turn, he could only face forward. He also felt a wet wound in his back, the rifle had broken into pieces of shrapnel and one of them pierced his lats. He took off what was left of his rifle and threw it away, angry and wounded. He walked over to his team's LAAT and found a couple dead, a couple dying, and one resting against what used to be a wing. 
"Shitty LAAT's, this is embarrassing." Eric said, he joked but had a grim and rigid tone.
"Danny And Maven are dead, the rest are barely hanging unto life, I'm good enough to carry a rifle and cover them till a support unit or something arrives," said the young rebel resting against the wing, his voice breaking. Afraid. 
"Look around you kid, it is fucked up, there is no support unit. Gimme that rifle, and take my pistol. Guard the boys, and try the commlink." Eric said.
"No it's okay, I will look around for something, here take it." The young rebel handed his rifle to Eric, and got up to check on the other dying rebels. 

Just as Eric was about to turn his body around and walk into the nearby building, he was struck hard by the butt of a gun, his neck burned like the skies of Belona. He screamed loud, as his neck muscle clenched him down, nerve-endings torturing him. He looked up as he tried to stand, there was a storm trooper standing before him, broken armor and blood gushing out of the holes. The trooper slowly aimed at Eric's head, muttering, "You rebel scum."
Eric made a quick grab for the gun, the storm trooper strayed his aim, shooting his own foot. Eric got up, neck hurting him badly, and lunged at the trooper with full momentum- and prejudice. Eric repeatedly battered the trooper's helmet until it broke in and bathed in scarlet blood. Eric stood back, holding his neck, bracing it with one hand. He took out the rifle, trooper still breathing, and shot his chest. He looked back, he apparently missed the sound of his team getting shot when he was knocked down, and screaming for the pain in his neck. They were dead, all of them.

"[i]You[/i] Imperial scum." He uttered. An escape pod came crashing down from the sky, landed a couple blocks away.