[center][h2]Lance Corporeal James Hunt|Battle for the Coach House[/h2][/center]
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Hunt mentally cursed with each step he took, the hole in his leg reminding him that he was too damn quick to take shots for his squadmates. He had just reached the top of the stairs, surprisingly quietly as Sykora messed with the door knob. He expected bullets to fly in response, but they never came. Instead, the Imperial Sergeant called out. [b]"Soldiers of Gallia, you have won! We are no longer in a position to resist you and are prepared to surrender. I only ask that you would treat those under my command with the respect and rights granted to them by the Continental Treaty."[/b] James stood there a moment, unsure of what to do. [i]Damn it, we're not in a position to handle prisoners right now and we've no idea if there are Imperial reinforcements already on their way here.[/i] Acting on a gut instinct, he stepped up.

"Sergeant, this is Lance Corporeal Hunt of the Gallian Militia. As a show of good faith, come unlock and open the door unarmed and we'll do what we can to give your men the proper treatment." He turned to the three Stormtroopers behind him, gauging their various reactions. "And if he tries anything, light him up. But ONLY if he tries something. We aren't war criminals."