“We have one wounded in the trees. They’re coming down. Do something,” one of the other Jedi informed Lu. She squinted at him for a moment, taking offense at the last part of his response, but then turned to engage the enemy as a blaster bolt brought her present situation back to the fore. They could hash out the chain of command later, if the idiot survived.

“Only about a dozen enemy signatures, Lu. I’ll watch your back,” Wolf assured her. Lu just nodded and crouched onto the ground, flipping the bipod into position under her rifle’s barrel and then lying down behind it. She tested the trigger lightly, listening to the capacitor charge in response and then begin discharging with a whine that sounded almost like disappointment. It was a good gun.

The Jedi were apparently keen on taking the fight into melee range, for whatever odd reason. Had they not been given blasters? The terrain did not really lend itself to melee, after all; too many roots to trip on and trees from which to get ambushed. But it seemed that such was the method of a Jedi, and Lu would just have to deal with it. Firing into the skirmish wasn’t an option, certainly, so she scoped out some other way of being useful.

A few of the Mandalorians were doing things the proper way: keeping range and providing suppression fire that the Jedi knocked away with alarming ease. They’d make good targets. Lu picked one with a particularly nasty-looking rifle, and squeezed the trigger. Her rifle hummed to life, the whine turning into a muffled roar until the click of blaster gas being released and the ensuing plasma explosion emptied the capacitors completely. She aimed for the neck area, a difficult target but one of the more-susceptible ones in Mandalorian armor. Her shot strayed a bit off of the mark, but it really did not matter; a normal rifle shot would have been deflected by most of the plating, but nothing but the thickest pieces could block her not-quite-legal shots, and the shoulder pads were not the thickest parts. The seering shot of superheated particles punched a clean hole through the enemy’s shoulder and got didn’t come out the other side. For a moment he writhed about, dropping his rifle, but he quickly collapsed as the ricocheting projectile did its job. He was either dead or seriously wounded, and either way, he was out of the fight.

As her weapon began cycling to prepare for the next shot, Lu changed her position, sitting up against her tree to position herself better for a throw. She tossed one of her chakram toward her enemies before regaining her sights. The Frisbee-like disk flew past the mark, but it didn’t matter so much; it just kept going, and collided hard with a tree, deforming so as to bounce back the way that it had come. This time, it was on target, and suddenly the edges burst to life with plasma. The Mandalorian’s armor absorbed the hit with nothing but a deep gouge, but there was still plenty of energy left in the throw, and the disk bounced away with its cutting edges off, veering for another tree to assault its target once more. It wasn’t a particularly effective attack; whereas Lu’s rifle was capable of piercing it, the Mandalorian armor was certainly a match for the weak lightsaber-like edge of her chakram. That wasn’t the point, though; the weapon was doing its job wonderfully. The target, who had been unleashing his blaster-bolt fury on the Jedi, had turned to see what the heck had just slammed into him, and his distraction was enough to give Lu the opening that she needed to put him down with a well-placed shot.

“Behind you, Lu,” Wolf informed her, activating his thrusters for a moment so that she skid a couple meters out of the way of her would-be assassin’s vibro blade. How he had gotten back there without her notice, she did not know, but Wolf had eyes on the back of her head. Good thing, too, else she might have gotten a nasty stabbing. Sure, she was wearing full body armor, but it was not quite the quality of Mandalorian stuff.

Lu dropped her rifle, letting Wolf pull it into its harnessed position, and grabbed for her other chakram as she stood. This was bad; her enemy was better-armed for close combat, and better armored for it, too. Her weapon ignited to life, the three edges where she wasn’t holding it glowing with plasma while the other one stayed nice and safely off. She caught the vibro blade’s edge with the chakram this time, deflecting it harmlessly to the side. That was really all that she could do, though; her offensive capabilities were restricted by his superior reach, and so she quickly backpedaled away in the hopes of getting some backup.