Heir to the Empire
Luc was occupied with the suppressive fire being blasted at his direction when Jerec interjected into their comms with some helpful information. "Hmm." He paused, his eyes relaxing closed in spite of the bolts slamming against the wall he hid behind. He reached out through the force, and luckily it didn't appear as if Jerec had met an end. "I can still feel his presence. He might not be in the best situation, but atleast he ain't dead." Luc said into his comms to the woman currently on the other ship.
"I'll be done clearing out the shuttle bay in sixty seconds or less. Meet you in the cockpit, yeah?" He shut off his comms on the off-hand that the Mandalorian was smart enough to attempt a listen. Luc trusted that Ay would make the right move, and his own situation would fair no better until the Mandalorians were indisposed of. "R-4." He raised his NAVI near to his lips, the droid sounding off a moment later. "On my signal, I want you to bring her into hover and gently remove our intruders from their cover." Though he sounded off with an affirmative reply, Luc's ears immediately picked up the trace sounds of Midnight's engine coming to life.
Luc sighed, then he peaked from behind the wall just in time to see Midnight's S-foils expanding into full length. "Damn temperamental droid." He gritted his teeth. Luc activated his lightsaber and dashed from behind the wall and into the firing arc of the Mandalorians. Bolts flew past his frame as he nimbly weaved through the fire; Midnight took advantage of Luc's distraction to line up the laser-cannons, only taking a few spare bolts to the hull in the process. Two volleys from the cannons were all it took for the durasteel crates and half an old shuttle to no longer be considered viable protection. The crates were blasted into scrap, while the tail-end of the shuttle would fair no better.
By the time the Mandalorians realized what was going on, Luc was close enough for the advantage to return once more into his favor. He stood centered of the three individuals who were shifting blasters between him and the Eta-2 that leveled its cannons in their general direction. "So here's what we can do. You three can surrender your weapons, and you can all walk out of here to live and fight another day."
"And what if we don't, huh? We can kill you before your droid can do a damn thing about it." A Mando replied, to which Luc shrugged and smiled. "Perhaps, but not before I kill atleast two of you. And besides, even if we get past this Tatooine-standoff we got going on, there's nothing stopping that 'droid' from letting a concussion missile obliterate you, your companions, and everything around us." He shrugged again, this time with more of a dramatic flair. "The ball's in your court."
They contemplated amongst themselves for a few seconds, which was all they needed once they heard Midnight's Laser-cannons begin charging up again. Their weapons dropped to the floor, and Luc gave the trio a half-bow for their cooperation. "You've all been pleasant so far, but unfortunately there's more of your comrades to be dealt with elsewhere. Stay tight for now-- R-4 will keep your company." The droid confirmed this with another whine from the Eta-2's weapon systems, and Luc sauntered off towards the other ship.
Jerec Asyr
Ay Ge
"I'll be done clearing out the shuttle bay in sixty seconds or less. Meet you in the cockpit, yeah?" He shut off his comms on the off-hand that the Mandalorian was smart enough to attempt a listen. Luc trusted that Ay would make the right move, and his own situation would fair no better until the Mandalorians were indisposed of. "R-4." He raised his NAVI near to his lips, the droid sounding off a moment later. "On my signal, I want you to bring her into hover and gently remove our intruders from their cover." Though he sounded off with an affirmative reply, Luc's ears immediately picked up the trace sounds of Midnight's engine coming to life.
Luc sighed, then he peaked from behind the wall just in time to see Midnight's S-foils expanding into full length. "Damn temperamental droid." He gritted his teeth. Luc activated his lightsaber and dashed from behind the wall and into the firing arc of the Mandalorians. Bolts flew past his frame as he nimbly weaved through the fire; Midnight took advantage of Luc's distraction to line up the laser-cannons, only taking a few spare bolts to the hull in the process. Two volleys from the cannons were all it took for the durasteel crates and half an old shuttle to no longer be considered viable protection. The crates were blasted into scrap, while the tail-end of the shuttle would fair no better.
By the time the Mandalorians realized what was going on, Luc was close enough for the advantage to return once more into his favor. He stood centered of the three individuals who were shifting blasters between him and the Eta-2 that leveled its cannons in their general direction. "So here's what we can do. You three can surrender your weapons, and you can all walk out of here to live and fight another day."
"And what if we don't, huh? We can kill you before your droid can do a damn thing about it." A Mando replied, to which Luc shrugged and smiled. "Perhaps, but not before I kill atleast two of you. And besides, even if we get past this Tatooine-standoff we got going on, there's nothing stopping that 'droid' from letting a concussion missile obliterate you, your companions, and everything around us." He shrugged again, this time with more of a dramatic flair. "The ball's in your court."
They contemplated amongst themselves for a few seconds, which was all they needed once they heard Midnight's Laser-cannons begin charging up again. Their weapons dropped to the floor, and Luc gave the trio a half-bow for their cooperation. "You've all been pleasant so far, but unfortunately there's more of your comrades to be dealt with elsewhere. Stay tight for now-- R-4 will keep your company." The droid confirmed this with another whine from the Eta-2's weapon systems, and Luc sauntered off towards the other ship.
Jerec Asyr
Ay Ge
