Joe would return the look given by Anna.  As her gaze also went towards the co of the squad.   The situation seemed hopeless.   Communications were being jammed.    It be a matter of days, no hours be more it.  If they even had an hour to go.<br/><br/>~~~~<br/><br/>A streak of burning flame swept across the night sky.   The ball of inferno that streaked by.   Could be seen in the middle of that blaze was a fleet shuttle.    An then suddenly a loud boom as it crashed.<br/><br/>~~~~<br/><br/>Trooper private Josephine Swift, known as Joe would look up then from her co.  As the crash sounded and rocked the ground.   She think to herself, lucky bastard.