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Some people know when to run. It doesn’t make them cowards or weak; they’re not running away, but rather chasing a better opportunity. It was the best choice, considering that the Resistance fighters--of many who were pilots--were not anywhere near the shuttle that brought them to this planet. It was supposed to be an easy and low-casualty mission (thanks to the lack of starfighters), but a skirmish happened along the way. Now FN-6767 found himself fighting to keep the infiltrators’ grubby Republic hands off the subjugated city. He had become a little too focused on killing, to the point where he had separated from his squad to pursue one of them. Cutting one of them off from their comrades seemed like a good idea anyway, but it went two ways, and really by following her he ended up leaving his troops without their heavy hitter.
It felt like he was going in circles, and the game of cat and mouse was starting to frustrate him until he cut off her only means of escape. The repeating blaster made a heavy sound as it hit the ground. It was empty anyway after all that he had to do with the Resistance.
“ Enough with the games. Let’s just settle this the old-fashioned way. ” The stormtrooper said as he stood in front of her. He fully expected her to just try to shoot him like any normal person would. These fighters weren’t like First Order soldiers. They weren’t cross-trained in close combat and blaster combat. But if he could take one down without shooting them to death, he would be bringing back a valuable captive. Plus he was frustrated. So there was that.
