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You reload, pumping the forestock of your rifle to recharge a shot and blow excess gas out of your blaster’s port. You train again, looking for the colour orange, to turn it red, to take out another marine. You pull the trigger.
Reload, aim, pull. Again.
Again.
Again.
Hardly a minute had passed as all this transpired. There were already so many dead and wounded. The air was thick with the stench of electrical fire and boiled blood. It made it hard to breathe, as once your respirator sucked in the air, it deposited the stench within your helmet and there was no helping it.
The numbers were turning to your side and most importantly the impetus of the attack did not falter. This gallery was going to be won soon. The Coalitionists were beginning to fall back to the two doorways and out of the gallery. Those doorways led to corridors running deeper into the cruiser.
You find your Sith Commander again. She was further down, accompanied by a band of stormtroopers forming a tiny harrow against the multitude of foes that surrounded them. There were broken steel barricades strewn all over the deadly corridor, obstacles with awful sharp ends. Stormtroopers were furiously trying to push it aside while under a hail of fiery bolts.
The Sith fought ferociously. She was fighting off six marines trying to stop her from reaching one of the barricades. Her milk-white gloves were ruined, flecked with soot and black oil. She had lost her sword and resorted to using anything she got her hands on. When she got a hold of a nearby beam of metal, she tore it off the makeshift obstacles with inhuman force and whipped it round, ripping a marine’s head off.
“That’s it for them! Storm the corridor!” Sith Bocchi roared angrily.
While this was happening, you noticed a stormtrooper nearby on the ground. The trooper was locked in a painful struggle with a marine trying to sink a shiny bayonet into his neck. Nobody seemed to notice.
At the same time you looked back at your Sith. She was now at the barricade. She was tearing it apart by hand, trying to yank it up the floor while her own stormtroopers continued to fire at the numerous enemies. Once she finished tearing the barricade, she was likely to sling it at the hapless Coalitionists with monstrous strength. But here were five marines sneaking up! They were going to shoot her!
>[ASSIST. Shoot the enemies trying to sneak up behind your Sith Commander!]>[PRAGMATIC. The Sith can hold her own! Assist the stormtrooper on the ground near you!] 