[center][h2]Jerus Je'and[/h2][/center]

Another bolt pings off my shoulder plate as I close with the pair of troopers and cut them down, my sabers singing as they cut through the armor and the men underneath it. Another Mandalorian, Geralt Fett, fought with me, his twin Beskad matching my twin sabers in pace. "You're needed at the command center." I grunt, deflecting another shot back at it's owner.

"And I'm needed here to help hold of-" The man cuts me off as he dodges another shot from a nother trooper, cooking him in his armor with his flamethrower.

"This battle is won, the Republic is just taking it's time. Go and aid in the defense inside. If you don't, I'll cook you next." I start to argue and then realize he's right. The gunships were flying in support now, trying to take out positions that we had secured without giving the anti-air a solid target for too long. Overall, I really was just wasting time and if we broke the attack by those droids...

"Fine, but if any of you die, I'll kill you." Jetting back towards the hotel, I opt to bash in through one of the windows instead of going through the doors, knowing that opening them would unintentionally present the gunships an opening to really do damage, plus it would get me closer to where I needed to be. Setting down, I shake my head to get the glass off me. "Becca, I'm coming to you, what floor are you on?"