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The sky was dark, the stars glowing as Campbell followed after the rebels, steering the tie fighter around the Death Star.
The rebel plan was smart, he would admit it. The X-Wings were fast, but not fast enough to evade the tie fighter bullets.
“Campbell, are your shots working,” the troop commander buzzed in on the radio.
“Yes Commander.”
“Then get them.”
Campbell fired shots at the X-Wings, feeling regret as he did.
His secret was that he agreed with what the rebels were doing.
Shots fired at his ship. His tie fighter plummeted down.
Campbell knew he was dead.