Megara shook her head and made her slow way to her ship. Part way there she found a mechanic willing to cut the cuffs for her for a small fee which she paid with money she took off one of the guards. After a while she found herself in an older part of the village and she found a blown out shop and moved inside, stumbling as she pulled the cover off the small ship. It was a one man A-wing, the droid she had left beeping to life and opening the door for her. She smiled weakly, feeling the last of the strength she had left waning so she climbed inside and sat down, buckling herself in and said "Alright, R3-T7, lets get out of here..." The droid beeped and started the ship up, Megara fighting to keep her eyes open. 

Once they were off planet and away safely, Megara was shaking badly and sweat ran down her face. She cursed, reaching for her radio. "Have to...reach the...others...before..." She hit the switch and turned it to the wave band her master was always listening to. 

"Calling...Rouge...have escaped...Megara...in need of...medical...attention...ship on autopilot for...now...can't...keep..." She fell forward, finally blacking out as the droid beeped with worry and panic.