“Back!” she cried to the other Mandalorians. “Get back!”
Ignoring the sound of Renata’s laughter, the first hint of the woman’s true personality, Song reeled from the open hangar. In a whir of metal and sputtering engines, the Scorpenek annihilator droid shambled out into the open, shuddering as if it hadn’t seen daylight in years. Maybe it hadn’t. Chances were, it had been the final trick up Renata’s sleeve, her trump card and a last resort. Song should have known better than to believe the company would have fallen into their hands so easily. She should have anticipated this.
Now, she had to deal with the consequences.
A blast tore into the courtyard as the droid fired at her men. One Mandalorian was sent flying, his body crashing into a nearby series of crates. Others reacted quickly, activating wrist-mounted rocket launchers and firing at the droid in a matter of seconds. Fire and smoke engulfed the Scorpenek, but it was pointless. The droid emerged from the haze unscathed, its shield glittering in the cold sun. A shudder climbed her back. How could she possibly defeat something like that on her own?
She took to the skies, using her jetpack to gain some distance. When she tried using her flamethrower against it, the blaze slid harmlessly over the shield, as if she was dumping water instead of fire. When she tried slashing through it with the Sword of Wren, the blade of her ancestors, she was met with violent pushback, the recoil almost throwing her off-balance. None of her men’s blasters and grenades had any effect against the shield. Whatever she tried, wouldn’t work.
It was only then she remembered Renata. The switch she’d used to kick off this whole mess—perhaps it could be used to deactivate the droid. Maybe taking the woman hostage would end the battle before things spiraled out of control.
Song searched the courtyard for the woman, finding her entering the same hangar where the droid had emerged. “Keep it distracted!” she called to the rest of the Mandalorians, who’d since retreated behind cover and to the complex rooftops. Then, without another word, she dove into the hangar, intending to finish this once and for all.
Ignoring the sound of Renata’s laughter, the first hint of the woman’s true personality, Song reeled from the open hangar. In a whir of metal and sputtering engines, the Scorpenek annihilator droid shambled out into the open, shuddering as if it hadn’t seen daylight in years. Maybe it hadn’t. Chances were, it had been the final trick up Renata’s sleeve, her trump card and a last resort. Song should have known better than to believe the company would have fallen into their hands so easily. She should have anticipated this.
Now, she had to deal with the consequences.
A blast tore into the courtyard as the droid fired at her men. One Mandalorian was sent flying, his body crashing into a nearby series of crates. Others reacted quickly, activating wrist-mounted rocket launchers and firing at the droid in a matter of seconds. Fire and smoke engulfed the Scorpenek, but it was pointless. The droid emerged from the haze unscathed, its shield glittering in the cold sun. A shudder climbed her back. How could she possibly defeat something like that on her own?
She took to the skies, using her jetpack to gain some distance. When she tried using her flamethrower against it, the blaze slid harmlessly over the shield, as if she was dumping water instead of fire. When she tried slashing through it with the Sword of Wren, the blade of her ancestors, she was met with violent pushback, the recoil almost throwing her off-balance. None of her men’s blasters and grenades had any effect against the shield. Whatever she tried, wouldn’t work.
It was only then she remembered Renata. The switch she’d used to kick off this whole mess—perhaps it could be used to deactivate the droid. Maybe taking the woman hostage would end the battle before things spiraled out of control.
Song searched the courtyard for the woman, finding her entering the same hangar where the droid had emerged. “Keep it distracted!” she called to the rest of the Mandalorians, who’d since retreated behind cover and to the complex rooftops. Then, without another word, she dove into the hangar, intending to finish this once and for all.