A red shot flew past Gus's head. The CIS mistook him for a Clone trooper. He ran until he came to a tunnel. "It's worth the risk."
He ran down until he came to a door, he busted it down to find an entire room. Still intact. A bed woven from bamboo and covered in cloth was in the corner. he layed the girl down on it. She was unconcious. Wow. he thought. How is this place still intact? He looked around. Dirt floors. Bed. Wooden table. Off course! He was underground, duh! He would be safe... for now.
"Hey." He spun around to find the girl awake. "So, I never got your name."
"nice to meet you."
"Yeah, it'd be nicer if we weren't in danger of being crushed by CIS scums."
Gus like this girl, she had a sense of humor. He sat down at the edge of the bed.
"So...May I ask how you ended up here?" He asked.
"I... I don't seem to remember, but I know I don't live in this hellhole."
"Yeah, I'm not sure why, but I don't."
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