Puffie stepped into the elevator, Heart up to his throat, and felt the elevator clank, screech, and slowly lower itself. He hated this elevator. No hiding spots in case of an ambush. Nodding to Peter, they both ready their blasters, aiming at the grate that was a door.

The elevator clangs to a stop, and Puffie scanned the corridor beyond with the flashlight on his blaster. They step out into what looks like a locker room, long abandoned before Minerva even became a major outpost. The area was covered in red dust, except:

"Peter; Notice that if no one was here except for us, the whole area would be covered with dust- But a trail going through the room?" Peter examined the light coating of dust on the trail, shrugged, and radioed the group. "Scouts to Terminators,” he said, addressing the rest of the group by their call sign, “Main corridor is clear. Proceeding to tunnels"

Trudging past the main door, Puffie shined his flashlight ahead and saw the rough rock of the tunnel, with the blackness of dark covering the tunnel 20 feet ahead. For what seemed like hours, they scooted down tunnels, scanned the intersections for traps, and marked trails.

Then at one intersection, they came up to a fork, and stopped. Planting their backs against the walls, they prepared to lunge and scan the tunnels. Just as they did, a blaster bolt flew past Peter's ear. "We got a nest of ‘em!!" Peter yelled as he fired off his blaster. Puffie and Peter dove for cover and began firing shots at the rebels as energy bolts and bullets zipped their way past the two scouts. Puffie reached to one of the grenades on his belt, but decided against it. An explosion could cause a cave in, and potentially block their path

Puffie covered the area with blaster fire. Amber beams of light sizzled their way to the chest of a rebel, who clutched the wound as he fell to the ground. Puffie turned his sights to another, but noticed that he was lifting up a weapon that looked like a chunk of pipe. Puffie and Peter both knew what it was, and dived aside as a rocket slammed into the rock tunnel.

The mine shook violently as the rocket exploded in a fiery ball. The two ran down the tunnel, “So much for us not using explosives down here!” Peter yelled to Puffie as he slammed another energy pack home, as another rocket surged past them. Puffie had noticed a side tunnel when he heard Peter yelp and turned his head around to look. Peter was holding a hand on the side of his torso. Peter used his other hand to wave Puffie on; Puffie slowed to help escort Peter, firing his blaster at the oncoming rebels. When Puffie finally saw Peter run into the side tunnel, Puffie runs to the tunnel, taking his blaster and fired a running pot shot before diving into the side tunnel.

Peter applied a bandage to the burns from the blaster, and Puffie provided cover. Peter finished his first aid, and joined the shoot-out. As Puffie was shooting at the rebel with the rocket launcher, he noticed one setting a block on a wall before yelling to retreat.

Puffie held back Peter before he could charge after the fleeing group. "Hold it!" Puffie said. "That's a trap they just set there. I don't want you or me to go home in a lunch-box." Peter nodded, kicking at a pebble disappointedly. The two walked up to the box, seeing that it was a laser trip mine. Taking a screwdriver, Puffie carefully pried the top cover off and removed the batteries. After prying the unit off the wall, Puffie grinned at Peter as he gently placed the explosives in a pack. "I think we have a surprise package for them if they show up again” He said to Peter, grinning.

After reporting the engagement, Puffie went up the tunnel. The mine was silent again, except for the slow dripping of water somewhere up ahead. Suddenly, the mine wall ended, and Darkness enveloped the pair of rabbits. Puffie could not help but feel very alone in this area, even with Peter beside him.

Puffie's light winked out, a sign that the battery pack was flat. He continued walking in a straight line, and as he fumbled for another battery pack, he slammed into something hard. A dull clang silently echoed in the walls and Puffie partially fell back, Scared that he would see the flash of a light, and the illumination of a blaster pointed directly at him.