Nothing happened right away apparently they were on the 122nd floor. Aralia watched the numbers slowly change as the second elevator was slowly coming up. Aralia held a pistol in each hand aiming and staring at the elevator doors when she heard a voice come over the communicator. “Kieran? We have imperials incoming… We’re on the one hundred twenty second floor! We’ve lost the pilot and one soldier. I’m not sure the of the imperial forces size here, or exactly WHERE I am. My position systems are down.” She slowly lowered behind a metal table she had flipped on it’s side. That was when the ding and the woosh was heard. Everyone stayed crouched down as the sound of booted storm trooper feet came into the room as well as a few leather booted feet.

She stayed down as did the rest of the squad waiting for her signal. That was when another elevator door wooshed and binged and more booted feet entered. Aralia closed her eyes tightly and cursed under her breath “Damn…” She looked at the communicator and held it up to her ear pressing a button so it didn’t sound loudly across the room but rather only spoke through receiver she had on her neck. “Sir… I’m counting about twenty two different troops in here with us… This is going to be tough.. I’m not even sure this is all of them.. I need a extraction plan now…”