The dull clang of metal meeting metal told Sal the first assault ship had arrived. She couldn’t see it so it must have attached to the back of the shuttle. Moments later the control board lit up with structural failure and depressurisation warnings. Apparently the Imperial forces were cutting their way into the main cabin the quick and dirty way.
She shivered slightly. She was fine where she was for the moment, but if they decided to cut into the cockpit in the same way she’d be in a lot of trouble.
Something moved to her left. Turning Sal saw another assault ship closing in quickly. It braked at the last minute, coming to rest only a few feet from where she sat. A short tunnel shot out, sealing itself around the shuttle’s door.
Through the door she saw several people wearing com
