Eyes to Slaughter

Djaan surveyed the pickup position from his perch atop the walls of the city. The Imp traitor was standing in an open field. The rest of the cell were positioned in ambush positions around him. Djaan did not like this plan. The group was too exposed and there were too many unknowns. But his job was to follow orders and he did that. Always. He had seen too many fall to group think and committee decisions. He would let the smarter people decide on the tactics. That being said... He did not like this plan.
 
The sun was beginning to set and the glare from it was interfering with his visual scans of the sky. He could not make out any approaching shuttles for pickup of the Imp traitor. Djaan still didn't trust him, but if he got the rebellion more intel on Imperial operations, Djaan would eat his pride and shake the man's hand. Just not yet.
 
Motion in the corner of his eye caught his attention. An Imperial troop transport was charging towards the group's position. This was definitely not going to plan. Just as he zeroed his sight on the transport, two TIE fighters screamed overhead from behind him.
 
"Do we abort?" Djaan asked in his commlink.
 
No response.
 
The Imp traitor stood still as the troop transport came to a halt in front of him. Its hatches opened. An Imp officer and a squad of stormtroopers exited. Djaan immediately shifted focus to the officer. His hunting goggles integrating a targeting reticule with the barrel position of his rifle. It wasn't the best rifle in the galaxy, but it was what he had. The range for this shot would be putting the ability of this rifle to the test.
 
He could see the Officer speaking to the traitor, The officer began to act stiffly and made a gesture as if to say "restrain this man" to the Stormtroopers.
 
"Do I take the shot?" Djaan asked.
 
No response.
 
The traitor was being led toward the transport.
 
"DO I TAKE THE SHOT?!?" Djaan demanded over the commlink.
 
"Take the shot." came a voice over his headset.
 
Djaan's exhaled and barely touched the trigger. A orange blaster bolt streaked out toward the officer. It struck him square in the chest, but he did not fall. The extreme range must have weakened the shot. Djaan cursed under his breath.
 
And the world exploded as if a herd of mythosaurs had dropped in their lap.
 
The turret of the troop transport blasted at Djaan's position. Bits of plascrete and stucco peppered him as his position was whittled away to nothing. But he wasn't harmed.
 
Ancients be praised. Djaan thought.
 
The group opened fire on the stormtroopers. Blaster fire erupted in the field. Djaan saw some crazy member of the cell ( He couldn't tell who) sprint toward the transport and throw something at it. There was a flash of light from within the transport and the transport spun in its position, smoke billowing from every open hatch.
 
The TIEs wheeled overhead and strafed the group. Xel's body pinwheeled in the air as the blaster fire from the strafing TIEs blasted his position. Djaan sighted in on the rest of the group. They were too exposed. He shifted aim to one of the TIEs and began to recite a mantra from his book of teachings... All plans fall apart on first contact with the enemy...