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"Swordfish here, we're a little busy but we'll be fine. Continue on your mission." Nomad replied as he loaded EC grenades into his launcher and started climbing onto the roof of the ruin.

"Hattrick, the B2s are yours. Asher, get that launcher aimed at the dwarf spider, but watch your aim. Don't want to hit the Banshee or the Tigress. Rest of you, context clues. Got it?" After getting an affirmative nod from his team, Nomad stayed crouched and slowly warmed up his jetpack.

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While Swordfish prepared thier defense, the droids had advanced past the hiding spot of the two Mandolorian huntresses. As if by intuition, the last Dwarf Spider in line slowed down and took a close look around its surroundings, prompting Lucina and Estellia to drop prone to avoid getting a face full of laser. It placed both its forward blast shields before its eye, preventing Asher from blasting it apart in one go. That move however, was extacly what the Banshee was waiting for as she mentally counted down in her head.

Three...two...one...She burst from cover and while still airborne, fired one, two, three shots from her disruptor pistols onto the top of the droids. A perfect demonstration of exactly why such weapons were banned in Republic space; a single shot from a Disruptor Rifle could short-circuit starships. Lucina only wielded pistols, but the spastic movements of the heavier droids brought truth to the phrase "size doesn't matter."

Unfortunatly, Disruptors exchanged ready ammunition for brute power. Ammunition that the Banshee only had so much of on her person when factoring for all of her other supplies. Firing any additional shots would be overkill anyway. Upon landing, Lucina acrobatically balanced herself on the droid's cannon and stabbed out both its eyes with the blades on her pistols. The second Dward Spider spun around to open fire on the attacker, only firing light anti-infantry shots to avoid damaging its ally. No dice; Lucina jetpacked out of there just as the shots began landing.

Spider #2 kept firing to try and swat down the speedy adverary until a rocket from Asher slammed into its behind, almost knocking it over.

"Asher, you gotta aim lower! Hit the legs!" Hattrick shouted as he saw a dent and scorch mark on the Spider's back as it turned around to fire on them instead.

"Got it!" the clone replied as he was about to load an anti-armor rocket, only for a burst of shots from the B2 escort to get his attention. He tossed the explosives aside and grabbed his automatic shotgun instead. Peeking out of cover, he was faced with a quartet of droids staring him down, arm cannons at the ready. Were it not for Nomad dropping two very well-timed EC Detonators from the skies and Estellia firing a long burst of plasma from her position, the clone would be seeing through some structurally superfluous new eye holes.