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As the blizzard came upon the squad, HC-42 noticed that Gwal, Leep, and Sasha began to panic. Hordes of undead reptilians began charging toward the area. HC-42 had no idea these kinds of forces were at play, but was determined to complete his objective nonetheless. Sasha didn't sound as enthusiastic, however. "First those damn droids, and now this! We can't possibly hold out!" She said as she fired on the lizards, her sharpshooting abilities allowing her to incapacitate several. "Squad, this is a mere setback. These reptilians may be undead, but they're primitive. I calculate they will melt away soon as long as we keep the pressure on them." "I don't think 'melt' is the right word in this weather. Also, what about the droids? They're shutting the entrance, we need to act soon if we're to compete our objective." Leep said. HC-42 pondered this, but soon calculated a way to get the squad to their objective. It wasn't textbook at all, and was risky, but had a chance of eliminating a lot of resistance if successful. The droid took all of his available thermal detonators, and tied them together. "Sasha, you and I will concentrate fire on all droids and reptilians guarding the entrance to cover Gwal and Leep! Gwal, I need you to charge to the closest droids and reptilians and engage in hand to hand combat! The intent is to distract them. Leep, charge toward the door firing all the blasters, use your cybernetic legs to gain speed and to jump over obstacles, then when close enough, arm the thermal detonators and toss them through the entrance! Then run back here, taking out as many enemies as you can on the way! If we succeed, the thermal detonators should neutralize all the enemies inside!" The squad didn't have time to argue the strategy, so they instead took a moment to do a group hug that made HC-42 uncomfortable. He played along, however- it may be the last time he sees his squadmates, should his strategy fail. When the tenderness was over, the squad started doing their respective duties. HC-42 began firing his heavy repeating blaster at all enemies guarding the entrance, with Sasha sharpshooting any that were missed. Gwal then charged to the nearest enemy and pummeled it to the ground with his thick cybernetic arms, before shooting it while it was down. He then engaged another, picking it up and tossing it in the path of enemy fire, killing it. He then grabbed two, using them as shields against enemy fire. Leep was already making good progress. He used his signature "blaster kata," as he called it, to mow down any enemies that were quick enough to notice him charging amongst the chaos. When he was close enough to the entrance, which was almost closed, he armed the detonators, and rolled them underneath the door. He bolted back the other direction, ambushing confused enemies with blaster kata along the way. Gwal was starting to get overwhelmed when Leep came back and took out a few enemies for him. The rest got mowed down by the heavy repeating blaster that HC-42 was firing. And then the detonators... well, detonated.

The squad of soldiers dropped down beside Emma as she landed on the decking behind HC. He was performing optimally with his squad and she let herself feel a moment of pride that she had been at least a part of his military training. Or as much as one droid could be to another. Perhaps it had been as helpful as his initial flash programming, but those were extra thoughts. Data that she could not spare as the blaster bolts began to fly. And the…. the world around her began to grow very cold. Sith magics no doubt. “Turn the ship and give us backwash from the engines. Fire up deicing protocols.” The U-Wing pilot reacted immediately, her cybernetic unit feeding her the data before Emma even spoke it through the net. THe U-wing rotated and the light repulsor engines bore down on the two squads of rebel soldiers. Enough to buffer them, but more importantly, to keep them warm enough to function. Thermal flaring from grid Echo two. The data came in from one of the linked star destroyers, an emergency flare had just popped up from the source of the sewer explosion. “Pilot pick them up, we are pushing in.” The U-Wing spun again and sped to the two downed Jedi Apprentices and Emma brought her blaster up. “Push into the tunnel. That will take us out of this storm.” She looked at HC, and motioned him to engage the coming mass of undead. They could afford to push in out of the direct cold, and if not, they would deploy their heavier weapons.

As he dragged her out of the sewers he spotted and lit a flare on her belt and pushed her behind a near by speeder- the front half of one that is -and tossed the flare on top, switching the blaster to his right hand and flicking on his buckler. he heard clanking and watched as a few droids (battered but still active) and began turning the corner and he roled behind some rubble sending a trio of bolt towards the droids, 1 missing, another glancing off the armor of one and the last hitting a damaged portion of the same ones left arm, its arm falling limp in a stray of sparks. "Karabast" he bit out, he had picked it up from a Lasat on Dantooine. not important right now. he counted 7 droids, all DG-series including the one now one armed soldier. 6 soldiers total and a Exemplar in the back. "not good, even my thermal dets wont get through that things armor easily" he flew into a flurry of shots rolling between cover and blocking shots with the buckler. 2 shots hit the lead soldier in the head and it fell, slowly. he saw the damaged one look over towards Alliera, her foot was sticking out "Kriff" he shot out of cover, half trained force pre-cog flaring as he tried to dodge the shots of the last soldier and the short burst from the exemplar and slammed to back and tossed a shot at its chest before it flung him back towards the rubble near the speeder. he got up, tossing a glace at Alliera.

"KRIFF, YOU DAMN FOOL!!!" Johan practically roared and slid Alliera's left arm over his shoulder and after a moment of fumbling had his blaster in his off hand "Yes i can believe you planned to die in that, armor or no your going to need to be soaked in Bacta, if not put in a damn tank when this is over" He stared at the massive hole and could feel a sense of loss, he didn't know if they were mostly Sith or civilian but more then a few had just died "well that should be distraction enough, and we don't have the detonite for the heist even if you were in any shape for it. were leaving" Johan said and winced at the burns on his own body, dragging his companion towards the nearest hole that looked like they could climb out off, wearily eyeing the smoke for signs of the battle restarting after the blast.

Alliera noticed the group of four first, her Nightvision outlining them well against the sludge and muck. The Mandalorian didn't wait for her fellow Padawan to act, and used her cable-line to wrap around the legs of the first, and caused him to fall into the muck when she wrapped her hand around the grapple line and pulled. The group came up fast as Alliera moved, she couldn't afford to use her blaster here, which means she had to get close. The Cable line retracted back to Alliera's gauntlet, just as she got to the second Kubaz and slammed the forehead of her helmet into his goggled, the goggles and head behind them recoiled as they weren't made of durasteel and Mandalorian. Alliera grabbed the club from his hand as it started to fall with her right hand, and used it and her free arm to break the arm of a third Kubaz, reversing the natural angle of his arm by ratcheting his lower arm with her hand and slamming into the elbow with her newly acquired beating stick. As the Kubaz with the broken arm recoiled, Alliera tossed the club to her left hand, and grabbed her Vibroknife with her right hand. Alliera buried her recently freed knife into back. The last Kubaz had stopped and was cowering at a distance, having thrown his club into a pile of sewage to show his surrender. The Kubaz with the broken arm was cowering against a wall, moving slowly towards his friend in the back. The one on the floor was just now getting up, and was looking at his friends and the MANDALORIAN almost on top of them. To Alliera, she was almost at home. Slaver kriffeaters were easy to spot, they all the various greebles and things that marked them out, cuffs and drugs..... A Mandalorian Boot SLAMMED into the Kubaz' chest and forced him back down, he had been about to try something. The pitiful creature raised it's hands in surrender. It only made Alliera despise teh creature more, how many other people had tried that with slavers, only to get the cuffs and a lifetime of servitude....Alliera stopped. Something in the air, a gentle current was wrapped around her, cooling her down. These....things... had all the gear to show they likely never gave any creature mercy in their lives, but she wasn't like them, she was going to be a Jedi. Alliera was going to be better than the Dar'Manda that called themselves Noble Warriors and 'Proved' it by attacking a weak foe and destroying a planet. Alliera used her foot to force the Kubaz on the ground to join his friends as they grouped up in the distance. "Run, find other work." Alliera Said to the three survivors, pointing at them with the looted bludgeon "If we have to have to meet like this again, you may not find yourselves so lucky." The three ran, the one on the ground hurredly pulled up by the former slaver with two working arms, as Alliera pulled her knife from the dead slaver.