A random collection of misfits...A random collection of misfits...the only thing she could think of as a way to describe the squad she was in. The squad leader was doing ok so far in terms of orders, but that wouldn't be enough to make her trustworthy and loyal. A good impression though. She looked around at everyone, the startled girl in a corner. Her physical appearance looked the part, but her personality was a mismatch. [b]Then there's me. The girl who barely speaks up, and avoids socializing like it's an illness. I'm no better, but at the same time, I'm no worse.[/b] 

Brenna turned her attention to her squad leader. "Best chance is guerrilla warfare" She said. Brenna felt that the squad would want to liberate the small town, but would also want to live another day. And doing a guerrilla warfare tactic, where they were to ambush then retreat, would allow them to get out of town while also putting some holes into the imperial invaders "Getting out of this town is the only option, standing our ground will be suicidal" she reminded the squad leader.