It had not even been a minute and their great escape had already been ground to a halt. Just one complication after another, it seemed. Senjen leaned out of the truck [i]just[/i] enough that he could get an angle to keep firing on the droids, and keep up the pressure to help the commander. He did not know how much he could help, but he could at least empty his magazine on them. His pistol did not have as much ammunition capacity as “standard” projectile weapons. Flesh would cavitate when struck at high speed, so weapons used against it could get away with tiny, plentiful projectiles. It was not ideal for anti-droid projectiles to be so small, though. His pistol used ammo with an armor-piercing shell surrounding a small explosive core meant to burst after penetrating a hard target. They had a better chance of damaging internal components, but a magazine could not hold near as many. 

As soon as his weapon ran dry, Senjen ducked back inside to reload. He brought up Light’s perspective from the corner of his field-of-view to try to make sense of what was holding them up. Apparently the door was not responding to the controls, and there was probably no way to quickly fix that particular problem. “Does it have a manual release, or…” Senjen began to ask, though he hesitated as more ideas started to come to mind. “Is that door more sturdy than this truck? If not, maybe we can use that...and maybe we should all brace?”