"Hey, do you remember that time," Ordo ripped the key from the EMP grenade and lobbed it over the wall, "you lost your shit and drove your speeder into that garden?"
Their helmets were off. Com channels compromised, even local. Mereel laughed, his whole face scrunched.
"Then I got out and said sorry to that statue." Mereel blasted a few droids. The conversation was a distraction of the imminent battalion coming down on them.
"Out of our minds."
An air strike boomed, distant. Heat soaked them with sweat. He had never felt so small on that planet with an empty pistol, a broken ankle, and an ignored distress beacon. He lobbed another EMP.
"You know what will stink?" Mereel asked.
“What?”
“Us, if they ever bother to unzip our carcasses.”
It wasn’t funny, losing your shit, but sometimes it was.
