All things being equal, the droid was able to do slightly more ‘work’ than the Utaysi base model. But things weren’t equal right now; Senjen had a solid floor to base his strength on. The droid was clinging to the outside of the cargo area by a handle. It tensed both legs against the wall to try to pull the gun back out of the gap, servos whining along its whole body. 

All the while they struggled, it was firing the gun. Most of the wall on the opposite side of the hatch was painted with plasma, and two more people burst into flames. One of the last able bodied people grabbed Senjen’s fire extinguisher and used the last of it dousing the blue flames. The sound of panicked screaming and crackle of energy blended in with the whine of two machines battling for supremacy.

The droid considered going for a hail-mary and diving right into the cash compartment. But its primary objective wasn’t in there - it was in the driver’s cabin. After a few frantic seconds, it let go of the sidearm and savagely withdrew their arm. They clambered carefully up onto the roof of the cash compartment and headed for the front, holding onto whatever handholds it could find.

Senjen would be able to see behind their truck that the second vehicle was in grave danger. Two droids were setting charges on either cabin door. In the background, the armed flyer which had caused havoc firing through the restaurant had emerged from behind the building and was making its way over.

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“Go out that way and shoot the fucker from up top!” The boss commanded his bodyguard, pointing to the other door to the driver’s cabin. The large bald man nodded seriously. Hefting the plasma repeater he’d taken from Senjen, he heaved the door open and stood on the seat to haul himself up on top. The boss placed his daughter down on the seat he’d just left and closed the door.

“Strap yourself in, sweetheart!” He turned away immediately to heave left on the steering wheel.

“Let go or we’re all going to die!”

The man’s voice, and seeing the great facades of buildings looming up ahead of them, Light finally let go of the steering column. With a hair-raising cry, he launched himself out of the cabin and enveloped the droid in his suit. The parts of it touching the outside of the vehicle adhered to the metal, trapping them together. Light felt the uncomfortable sensation of the droid’s body pressing up against him as they struggled wildly. He brought his tentacles and all of the gel to bear, managing to orient the plasma rifle against its thigh and pull the trigger. A sustained blast of energy tore straight through the metal as well as his gel, filling the air with a pungent odor of wet algae. Light howled in pain, for he was mentally attuned with the gel suit.

The boss hauled the wheel to the left but the truck didn’t have a great turning circle. The nose turned away from a shuttered metal shopfront to the reception area of an office building with huge plate glass windows at the front. Bright lights illuminated the sparse interior.

“Buckle up, everyone!” He shouted over comms.