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The SOS beacon echoed outwards into the reaches of space and the void itself, a new breath given to the metallic corpse that ushered itself into the infinity beyond. Panic within had ensued after a miscalculation on the Pirate Captains orders. The Weequay Captain having ordered his crew to send out the SOS beacon from the dead Mandalorian ship into the reaches of space after their ship fried itself resurrecting R-5.
Blaster fire echoed from the various crowded and ruined halls still scarred from a war that happened generations ago. A not relic of the past walks its very ground, armed with a large Chaingun, his blaster fire rained down on the now nearly defenseless pirates.
“Return fire! Suppress him!”
The pirates began setting up a heavy blaster chaingun mounted on a tripod as R-5 moved in closer. Spark spitting from the walls from various blaster bolts deflected by his heavy armor.
“Raytha, I want you to snipe him, there has to be a weak point in that damn armor!”
The Captain spoke into his comms as he returned blaster fire back to the now one machine army slowly approaching.
R-5’s chaingun still firing away mowing blaster fire in a horizontal arch aimed for their waistlines. The chaingun sputtered and started to overheat, causing him to mount it to his shoulder. Metal plates on his thigh opened up with a mechanical whirring sound as a hidden holster offered him the handle of his heavy blaster pistol, modified RSK-44.
He quickly drew it with his off hand, the targeting hud in his visor highlighting critical points into each individuals, headshots, neck shots, knees.
The pistol charged up with a humming sound before it released heavy bolt after heavy bolt, limbs disintegrated along with heads as each bolt hit their mark with brutal and efficient timing.
Raytha sat in the very back cloaked in camouflage tach, the Twilek sniper taking her aim as R-5 moved. She breathed slowly before she squeezed the trigger at the apex of her exhale.
The heavy slug fired off impacting into R-5’s neck, his body stunned for a moment as blaster fire slowly ceased.
“Exellent shot Raytha.”
One of the pirates started chuckling as they slowly drew closer.
R-5 quickly sprung back into action showing no signs of true damage as his pistol raised, the hud highlighting the barrel of fuel behind Raytha, his shot rocketed past her, just burning her cheek before it impacted the barrel with a massive explosion.
During the chaos of the explosion R-5 took a solid stance as his shoulder plates opened up, revealing small launchers of whistling bird micro missiles. They all launched, zig zagging and whirling through the air in unpredictable trails before each one hit their next mark, micro explosions taking care of the now wounded and screaming intruders.
