The light from Gentes' sun pouring into the open hangar bay doors was blotted out as the small two-man freighter passed through the opening and landed on the deck. Some of the blaster fire turned on the ship as it landed, but he laser beams bounced harmlessly off of the ship's armor plating. The hissing gasses expelled by the ship as it touched down was drowned out by the collective noise of sirens and blaster fire.
Dengar, wearing his blue Neo-Crusader armor, was striding down the ramp, even before it finished lowering, and he jumped to the ground, a firing a heavy repeating blaster rifle from each hand into the enemy positions as he ran for cover near Raezyr.
The comm in Raezyr's helm crackled as Dengar's voice came across. "What's the plan, boss?" the Mandalorian merc asked, taking cover behind a set of crates.
Raezyr was breathing heavy from the effort of deflecting the incoming blaster bolts. "Just keep them pinned down while Taggart loads those crates over there."
"Aye, aye," replied the merc as he popped up over the crate he had taken cover behind. His entire body shook with recoil and the effort wielding a weapon in each hand designed to be fired with two as he single handedly unleashed a salvo that could rival that of an entire squad.
The pirates dove for cover as their armor and shields were unable to withstand the heavy blaster bolts raining down on them from heavy rifles, and Raezyr chanced a glance over his shoulder at Taggart as the incoming fire let up.
The pilot was struggling to get the large crates on a gravsled which had been sitting nearby. Raezyr closed his eyes and concentrated on the crates. Taggart jumped back as the crates slowly levitated, then drifted over to the gravsled and set themselves down.
Taggart's astonishment only lasted a moment, and he moved quickly to the controls of the sled and was ready to go as the crates touched down. He moved it quickly toward the loading ramp, giving Raezyr the 'thumbs-up' signal as he and the sled hovered effortlessly up the incline and disappeared into the ship.
A blaster bolt whizzed by Raezyr's helmet, bringing his attention back to the attackers. Dengar had drained the power packs in his rifles and had dropped back below the crate to reload. Trychon's thoughts entered Raezyr's mind, as the hangar bay doors began to close again. Get them out of here, I can't keep the doors open any longer!
"Go, you two! Get out of here and get that cargo to it's destination! I'll cover you!" Raezyr hollered into his helmet comm.
Dengar noticed the doors closing and, grabbing up his rifles, he sprinted for the ramp as it began to raise again. He dove onto the ramp as the ships repulsor engaged and the freighter began to lift off of the hangar bay deck.
The ramp closed as the ships landing gear retracted, and the spacecraft began backing up, and spinning at the same time. Trychon glanced over his shoulder, noticing the gap between the hangar doors was getting narrower and narrower as the seconds ticked off the clock. They're never going to make it! he thought.
Suddenly, the whine of the repulsor lifts switched to a deafening roar, shaking everything in the hangar, and the ship shot towards the closing doors, flipping up onto it's port side just as reached the opening and squeezed through the narrow gap.
Trychon grinned. I'm not sure Raez could have pulled that one off. He disconnected his data pad and drew his lightsaber. Now he and Raez could have some fun.
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