One Giant Leap Forward
The Foundry. We were going after an artifact from ancient times said to be a checkmate piece against an ancient Sith Empire. Well, if Sid Vicious got his way, that's probably what he would be crafting.
Yes, I know Sid Vicious was the name of a musician from a punk band. It's also a suitable substitute for the actual enemy, given that we don't know the full capabilities of the Force with regard to reading minds and stealing thoughts. Look, Grievous knows, and if he knows his personal guard will know, but anybody who doesn't know will only get that we think Sid Vicious is a Dark Lord of the Sith.
There were three other transports in our convoy: one for the droids and HK-47, our counter piece for the security against this place. Another had a big group of Wookiee Warriors. The final other transport had a bunch of Abyss Agents.
We were last. Rearguard in space. Probably on account of the Kaleesh manning the turrets.
The moments before the action comes are the worst for me. When I know we're committed to the path but we're not staring down the fight yet. I double checked my kit. Mask was in place. Armor. Blaster. Wan-Shen. The Equus.
As we landed I headed down to the cargo bay to unload it, looked at Rondaes. "You know what this thing can do. You know what I can do." I followed behind the other Kaleesh, behind Grievous. "I'll be right with you the whole time." The speeder hummed to life. "Two engines lit and in the green. Ground Buzzer receiving full power. Shields at maximum."
I double checked that my emergency medicine and emergency surgery kits were packed in it, then shut the cockpit door and floated in behind the other Kaleesh.
I heard the chant. "One Step Forward, not One Step Back!" I joined in.
We swept past the Forward Operating Base team into the elevators and I flipped the blaster cannon to auto-target auto-fire mode.
I didn't pay attention to the Wookiees or the Spider Droids (where the hell did we get Spider Droids?) or the other droids. If I got too close to any of those, especially the droids, the gun on this thing could start to lose focus. I stayed with my Kaleesh and I watched the Agents with my Force senses.
We blasted through the first floor full of hostiles and cleared a path for HK-47 to input the shutdown code for the floor, without much in terms of a struggle.
We headed for the next floor, and as we went down a hallway droids poured out of the walls. "Hang tough people, they're coming out of the walls!" Something pricked at what I was starting to realize was my danger sense, from behind. Sure enough, a flood of droids was coming in to flank us. I dropped the Equus down between my people and the incoming ambush, hoping the shields would hold. The blasters flared against the shields, and the guns on the Equus hit droid after droid. There was a whining sound, followed by the overwhelming scent of ozone from scorching Tibanna gas. "Dammit, the gun overheated." I cracked open the cockpit door and pulled my Dragoneye pistol, shooting one of the exterminator droids square in the chest before rebooting the gun and setting it to auto-target burst fire instead of full-automatic. "Need to figure out a better way to do this for version 2."
I pulled the Equus back up, the ambush handled. I saw HK-47 go straight past us and clicked off the guns for a moment so they didn't blast him. He hit the shutdown switch and we made it through another floor.
The rest of it fell into a sort of rhythm. Crash through the ambushes, blast through the overwhelming flood of droids, wait until HK-47 hit the shutdown.
Other than the guns overheating the one time, everything worked.
We hit the shutdown on floor 7 and I turned off the guns, looking around. The Abyss Agents were flagging, the Wookiees were starting to lose their precision, the battle droids probably needed to recharge. At least that's what I saw.
I heard and saw Grievous call a halt and I powered down the Equus, pulling out my medical kit.
There were a few blaster creases our squad had caught, a couple of bruises from rough falls, but nothing requiring anything more than a bacta patch and a couple of painkillers. Honestly, it's like they didn't even need a trauma specialist at all.
Rondaes simply stared at me. "You realize every other squad of Kaleesh is jealous, right? They're calling you the Angel of Death now."
I stretched, stared at my medical kit. "Suppose I should probably go through the other squads and do the medic thing."
Rondaes smiled. "You do that. We get back home I'm going to bother Sovium's Rush-box to see if we can get more of these things for the rest of the squads. I saw what you did with completely shutting down that third floor flanking maneuver. We get one of these in each squad, that's gonna save a lot of lives."
A/N: More Equus-class speeders for the Kaleesh would be amazing.