[center][h2] HJ Twilight [/h2][/center]

“Let me try to call them!” I start typing in the comm frequency for the Imperial squad leader, but before I can hail him, I hear heavy stomping outside the ship. Huntress is once again charging the droid, roaring in anger. “Huntress, no!”

The Sith Hunter droids is so distracted attacking Hank and my turret that it doesn’t notice the rancor coming at full speed. Before it has a chance to turn its weapons around, Huntress has both of her claws locked around it’s arms. She is smart enough to know that the danger comes from it’s arm mounted weapons, so she does her best to keep them held away from her as she uses her head to bash the droid, and her teeth to bite it. She also uses her feet to stomp at it’s knee joints, trying to force them to buckle.

Meanwhile, the droids weapon arms are firing continuously in random directions all over the hanger as it tries in vain to target the monster tearing at it’s plating. It also has to keep shuffling its feet to keep from being knocked over... which gives me an idea. “Hank! Take out it’s legs! The Foreman said it can’t get up if it’s knocked on it’s back!”