"[Danger before and danger behind]," Thrawn mutters in Sy Bisti, and levers himself out of the vent, tucking and rolling once he's dropped to the ground.

If it gets him farther from the vent mouth, so much the better. Syndulla might throw that droid head, and then where will they be?

In the dark ahead, something crackles and pops, a bright spark of light that is just as quickly extinguished.

Hmm.