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Sirka growled under her breath following Sol’id quite thoroughly ruining her plan with what she saw as an impatient attack. Though, she supposed that she should not have expected anything different when fighting with Mandalorians. 

The pirates had arranged as many crates and other object as they could into makeshift defensive fortifications, so most of those around the E-Web had been covered from the blast. In particular, a Devaronian man was quick to start rallying his allies after the rocket strike. “Spread out! Watch those wrist rockets!” 

The pirates had not been too clustered to begin with, but several of them quickly dashed for other cover, while still maintaining a distinct defensive line. Those in the middle were still suppressed by Sol’id, but others could still return fire. Regardless, Sirka sprinted in through the entryway as quickly as her legs could carry her. Although, she still could not move too close to the enemy. The best she could do was to sprint across diagonally across the entryway and into cover behind a piece of lifting machinery just to the left of the entrance. She took a shot to her thigh on the way and stumbled, but still made it into cover. From there, she propped her weapon up on the machine and began joining Sol’id in trying to keep the enemy suppressed. Unfortunately, that was not nearly as effective as they would have liked. Even with both her and Sol’id firing as fast as they could, it was still just two sources of blaster fire. The pirates had many more, and they were too spread out to threaten many of them at once. 

Sirka kept up fire on the enemies closest to Elias for as long as she could, but she suddenly had to jerk back into cover as a blaster bolt struck her in the hand. She growled curses under her breath and started shaking her hand in the air. That one hurt. The heat burned some of the flesh in at least one finger, having found its way past her scales through her claw. “I’ve got too many angles to cover here. We need something better here than just ‘charge the gates’. Anyone have smoke grenades?”

The Devaronian officer was effectively coordinating his men, directing their fire on both Sol’id and Elias. As for himself, he was in full combat armor, though they could not determine the material just by looking. He had several devices on his belt, and a full-looking backpack. He carried only a small blaster pistol, but he was not a bad shot. It fired in quick, four round bursts, and at least one of the shots found its mark on Elias’ armor while he was moving. The Devaronian was keeping himself in as good of cover as he was able, and was constantly checking on Sol’id and Sirka’s positions between firing bursts at Elias.