Nothing ? Tech

27.Be'senaar (Missile)

The clones, GS-8 and Senator Singh ziplined down to the tank, jumping inside while taking a look around at the unconscious regs.

"Nicely done." GS-8 complimented, getting pushed back out of the way.

Tech takes over controlling the tank while Malaina and Wrecker start throwing the unconscious troopers out the side door.

Wrecker takes the last one, tossing it out into the small patch of grass. "They'll feel that in the morning!" He exclaimed, punching Malaina's shoulder affectionately.

Malaina smiled up at him, but then she got a sinking feeling. She heard another tank fire and then seconds later the blast made contact with them, knocking their tank to the ground.

Wrecker topples on top of Malaina as they hit the floor, a burst of heat and black smoke rushing into the room.

Wrecker rolled off of Malaina, letting out a groan before standing up and pulling her to her feet like she weighed nothing.

Sparks shot out from the console. "The rear axle stabilizer is off-line. We will need to recalibrate manually." Tech reported, shielding his eyes from the brightness of the sparks.

"Get this bucket up and running. Wrecker and I will hold them off." Hunter orders, opening the side door and whipping out his blaster. Wrecker comes up next to him and they exit first, firing at the white-armored troopers.

Tech handed Malaina a tool and together they began to manually recalibrate the axle, hands working efficiently. Echo ran to the other side of the tank to do the same thing.

Quickly things fell even further downhill when missiles began raining out of the sky, rattling the ground and sending dirt flying everywhere.

The air was accumulated with so much smoke that Malaina couldn't see two feet in front of her. So much was happening at once that not even the force was helping her register what was coming from where.

Blaster shots, explosions, metal clashing and grinding. People were shouting, and it all accumulated together into a loud force vibration and the longer it carried on the more Malaina felt like she was living in a fever dream.

What side of the battle was she on? Everything looked, felt, sensed the same. It was a clash of reality and her stomach began to sink, her head was spinning.

A missile landed a little too close for comfort, creating an ear-ringing explosion that threw Malaina and Tech against the hard metal of the tank. Their tools fell out of their hands and onto the vibrating ground.

"What the hell." Malaina groaned, sitting up onto her knees while squeezing her eyes shut, shaking her head that pounded profusely.

And then they were running, just her and Tech. Running away from the explosions, away from the troopers and the tanks,

Away from their team.

Why were they running away from their team? Malaina wondered silently, looking at Tech with furrowed brows while he said something about a plan double-zero into the comms, referring to himself as Havoc-2 before going quiet. He glances to his right at Malaina, who's wrist he had a firm grip on as they ran down empty alleys.

They didn't stop until they were sure they weren't being followed.

"We need to find a place to lay low until the squad comes back for us, our chances of being identified have increased exponentially." Tech explains, holstering his blaster to free a hand for his datapad.

Malaina wiped the dirt away from her eyes. "I'm so confused. Tech, why are we standing in an alley?" She didn't realize just how out of breath and jittery she felt until now, both things were going entirely against her training. She knew how to control her breathing, her nerves, and yet today's events really managed to get to her. Why?