Before the imperial could shoot her, he was shot instead. It happened quickly, but much to her relief. She slowed out of her sprint, staring at the body that had been prepared to kill her. That was a close call. She swing her sword to clear it of the blood staining it and took a cloth from her uniform. She was going to wipe the last drops of blood off, when the voice of her 'savior' spoke. She turned to face him, a little bewildered before understanding crossed her face. "Private Regan Durandal. I'm... all that's left of Squad 11." She wiped the blood from her blade, slowly. She was thinking about it. Her eyes seemed far away. "We were ambushed... I... I had to leave my mortar lance behind, to get away. There were... too many."

It was catching up to her. Running for as long as she did, and the confrontation just then, combined with what she thought would be her last moment. She fell to one knee and used her sword to catch herself, panting. "Guh..." She steadied herself for a moment before she pushed herself back to her feet, pulling her sword from the ground and sheathing it, finally. "We shouldn't stop and talk here. There may be more." She looked in the direct she'd come from. Her lance...