The badger raised his blaster towards the door as one limb after another broke through, revealing those they belonged to on the other side. Kotii's red eyes looked towards Song who still looked like she needed a few days of rest, but was determined to fight. Neither of them had much of a choice.
His mind thought back to when he rescued Doctor Morata on her ship that had become overrun with the undead. It was that event that had earned him the cybernetic hand he had been forced to replace his organic one. The woman had chopped it off to prevent him from becoming one of those things. The memory brought anger and aggression back to the forefront of his mind.
Focusing his attention on the dwindling integrity of the wooden door, he maneuvered the hoversled in front of it while putting himself on the far side. Placing a still muddy, boot on one end of the hoversled, he kicked it with full force into the door just as it was breached. It served as a ram, catching the half dozen zombies at stomach height and slowing their entrance. Decrepit hands scrambled to find purchase and pull them into the room. They would end up receiving precision shots from the heavy blaster pistol, dropping each of them and adding to the pile up of corpses in the doorway. The loud discharge of the heavy blaster pistol resounded in the tight corners, lighting it up with bright yellow flashes with each pull of the trigger. It would eventually bring more of the undead but they needed to clear out enough of them before they got close to the two Mandalorians. Not only did the gunslinger know to be careful to not hit Song, he had limited ammunition and needed to place his shots or risk wasting them. Each shot would sink into a decaying face or skull of an AMS zombie.
By the time his weapon was half empty, he pushed the hoversled further out into the hallway, over the bodies of the slain and into the room on the far side of the hallway while grunting in effort. But there were more coming from down the hall that had come up the stairwell. Kotii turned his helmet to look in the opposite direction and saw a non-reinforced window where the hallway met the exterior wall. <"I have a plan."> He answered the Wren and defaulting to Mando'a in the process before firing a shot into the glass. This caused it to blow a hole the size of a grav ball and the rest to crack in a spider-web pattern.
<"Come on! Get to the window!"> He turned and ran away from the incoming infected, grabbing the Wren's free hand and pulling her along. He needed her to be within arms reach for this to work. The left hand quickly holstered the sidearm after firing the last shot and in the same motion pulled out the grapple pistol from his belt. Turning only slightly and half aiming, he fired the device, sending the anchor towards the hoversled that peaked out into the hallway. <"Hold tight...and...JUMP!"> He said and grabbed ahold of his female counterpart around the waist even if she did not obey before leaping through the compromised window.
His jetpack ignited and the glass shattered into a million pieces. A shower of glass burst out of the building as they cleared the structure by a few meters. Kotii's helmet looked down and saw the ground below was not far away but it his equilibrium and the strain on his jetpack told him they were not going to be flying anywhere with their combined weight. The Solus's grip on the grapple launcher tightened, and the line went taught. The hoversled's oblong shape turned, or tried to, but lodged itself in the doorway causing them to almost immediatly begin swinging downwards and back towards the side of the bulding like a pendulum. Kotii gritted his teeth and groaned as he felt every ache in his body flare. The ex Solus'alor rolled to keep Song from slamming into the glass that was on the first floor hallway, half hoping they did not end up back inside the building. His body slammed into the glass pane, just mere feet from the ground. The first floor window cracked but did not shatter.
There did not seem to be any infected in the immediate vicinity so they had bought some time. But most of their supplies were still on the second floor with the hoversled. He would worry about that later. They could come back tomorrow after the undead had calmed down or been led away. Detatching the grapple line, it would begin snaking its way back into the coil of the launcher. Now that they were out of immediate danger, they needed to keep it that way. <"Alright Wren...where to now?"> His voice indicated he wished the stunt had gone smoother, but was at least relieved to be out of immediate harms way.
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