Gus ignited his saber while Kaitlyn took out an old blade with strange markings. He recognized it immediatly. The blade of a jedi in training.
We heade towards the door but more troops arrived. Kaitlyn and I chucked grenades until the last soldier was killed. They advanced down the hallway. The lights were flickering and the ship was creaking. Kaitlyn immediatky was frightened and grabbed Gus's hand. He turned his head and smiled at her.
"Its okay, We'll make it."
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