BACK IN his stolen shuttle, a light popped on to tell Bodhi that the comm line to the rebel fleet had been opened. He turned on the radio and tried to speak into it calmly and clearly.

“Okay, okay…This is Rogue One calling the rebel fleet.”

No one responded, and for a moment Bodhi feared something had gone wrong, perhaps behind his control. Had he forgotten something? Was there a connection he’d failed to make?

Had they done all that for nothing?

He tried again. “This is Rogue One calling any Alliance ships that can hear me! Is there anybody up there? This is Rogue One! Come in, over.”

The radio crackled back at him, and he heard a gravelly voice. “This is Admiral Raddus! Rogue One, we hear you!”

Bodhi wanted to cry and cheer at the same time. He settled for laughing in relief.

“We have the plans!” he said. “They found the Death Star plans. They have to transmit them from the communications tower. You have to take down the shield gate. It’s the only way to get it through!”

“Copy you, Rogue One!”

Bodhi heard the admiral turn and address someone in the background. “Call in a Hammerhead corvette. I have an idea.”

Bodhi scanned the sky for some hint of what was happening. He focused on the shield gate, hoping he would see some results from his request.

Moments later, he spotted a bright flash of light near where he knew the shield gate sat in the sky. He recognized it as an explosion. Something that size would tear a hole in the shield for sure, so the signal could finally get through.

Bodhi grinned up at the sky. “This is for you, Galen!”

Just then, Bodhi heard something come rattling into the cargo shuttle’s cabin. Someone must have gotten into the bay and thrown it in there behind him. He spun around to see what it was, already horrified by what he knew he would find.

Sure enough, he spied a grenade on the floor nearby. He didn’t even have time to shout before it went off.