"Thank you for not killing me," you say simply, looking up to meet their eyes. "I won't be any trouble."
"You better not," growls a rebel with the rank of sergeant. "Your life doesn't mean much to us."
He's got your own assault rifle slung over his shoulder, you note with sudden frustration. He hauls you to your feet and the soldiers close in around you as you're led through the hangar. Your head is still pounding, but you don't think you have any other significant injuries.
Your group pauses at the entrance to one of the tunnels leading out of the main cavern, and you're told to wait while the Sergeant steps clear to have a hushed conversation with another soldier.
To your left, you can see through an opening into what is clearly an operations room.
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