*From somewhat behind, Reapermantis would hear a shot as Albrecht fired at an incoming droid's right leg joints with his DC-15s Sidearm pistol, and at it's left shoulder joint with his Renegade heavy blaster pistol. The torque from the shots impacts twisted the droids frame and brought it to the ground, where it would be an easy kill for someone else, and slowing it's fall.*

:: Alright doc, you helped me a bit, time to repay. Target those on the ground, and keep moving. I'll try to drop more and hold them back. I got a few 'nades if you need them. Lemme know any time you're about to cross my line of fire. ::

*Albrecht continues to fire at droids, targeting their lesser-armored joints with his DC-15s, and firing at an opposite point with the heavier Renegade, bringing them down to the ground.*

*Sixteen capable droids trundled into the hallway, already aware of the soldiers at the end. Without much forethought, Aidan decapitated one with a .50 mm round from his favorite rifle. As it fell to the ground, one of the servobots began screwing the head back on while the rest of the droids charged forward, guns firing and flamethrowers ablaze. Aidan could barely see past them anymore before they were upon them, slowly knocked down as they advanced. But more came to replace the fallen sooner than not.*

:: Kessler, are you out there?! ::

:: Aidan- *static* -hurry up and- *static* -fourth floor. Repeat, I'm up on the - *static*. ::

*Aidan nodded happily. At least he was alive.*

:: Henry, you know what to do. ::

:: I still say you're nuts. ::

:: What're you two yapping about? ::

*Tavor fired a rocket down the hall, which collided with a droid directly. The explosion put a hole in the wall of the station, and Aidan saw as the droids clung onto pieces of damaged metal while their gravity repulsors kicked in. The red commando handed a tether to his brother and dove headlong into the void of space, where, a few meters out, he was yanked back toward the station. As he retreated from the void, his gravboots stuck to the outer hull, and he began running straight up the station. It wasn't long before he reached the fourth floor (they had started on second.) Finding a suitable point of entry, Aidan took his metal-cutter and carved a sizable hole for him to enter.

Inside was much quieter. This level of the station had power, and once the system realized there'd been a hull breach, it began folding over the emergency paneling to close it off. Aidan took his metal-cutter and formed another hole, this once below him. He dropped to the third floor and repeated the process, this time not falling down. The two large, circular chunks of metal fell onto two droids just before they reached his brothers' position.*

:: Aidan, that was amazing. ::

:: But never do it again. ::

*Lowering a tether, Aidan assisted Tavor, then Soren, then Marv, then Mikal up to the third floor. Then he grappled back up to the fourth, where he once again pulled Marv up, leaving his squad to assist the other four still down there; still fighting.*

:: I hope this job is worth the money you're gonna get, :: *Aidan said smugly to Marv.*

*Six droids showed up at the end of the fourth floor level. They locked targets and began firing.*

:: Kriffing-... :: *Aidan dove behind a door panel.* :: Marv, I need a second. Could you help me with these? :: *Rapidly he began loading his short-distance rifle.*

:: Why the hell not? I have 3 ion grenades, a few classic Plasma nades, and 2 Cryban grenades, saved for the worst case scenario. I also got a grenade launcher, and a few clips for it... ::

*As he spoke, Albrecht kept falling the droids in their approach. Due to their differing constructions, some got up faster than others, some needed more to go down... He spotted one of the arachnid type droids advancing.*

:: We got a spider coming in. I can't take it down; To large a base. And, those are typically more resistant than these other buggers...::

*Albrecht kept his fire on the droids, pausing as the stranger passed his line of fire. He kept his eyes on his own targets, but kept his attention slightly on the new man.*

:: Can't honestly say that I have. Sorry, I didn't bring anything that I can spare, but there is probably a spare somewhere around here. ::

*Without alerting the newcomer, Albrecht opened fire on the arachnid, aiming for the armor gaps between it's sections. He somehow managed to knock it's main body section away from the legs, leaving it mostly harmless. He returned his fire to the mobs, that had advanced a good bit while his attention was elsewhere.*

:: Time to open the gaps... Take cover guys, let the ions rain! ::

*Albrecht activated an ion grenade and threw it to the gap between the newcomer and Reapermantis.*

Reapermantis saw more driods coming in at least a hundred or so as the ion grenade went off reaper toke his que jumping thou the window and running up to the droids getting as far in to them as possiable.

:: Albrecht toss a plasma 10 metres in front of me when i get to the middle of these hunks of junk, gunna run ito them then relese a trick of my own, oh and keep the closest one off me ITS PLAN TIME. ::

*Ventor and Nex finally found a base, the place was being attacked by droids hundreds of them.*

Nex
[NPC]Nex ten creds the target is in that base[/NPC]

*Just then Ventor saw a amoured figure start running out to the middle of the droids ducking and weaving and jumping over them.*

IC: Look there he is, whoa what the heck is he doing running out to the middle of all thoses droids is that guy crazy.

Nex
[NPC]He must have some sort of crazy plan lets just stand here and watch just hope no one interferes i hate it when crazy plans fail.[/NPC]

:: Not exactly what I had in mind... I was hoping to get you guys more space. Have it your way. Will a margin of 2 meters matter? ::

*Albrecht grabbed his grenade launcher, putting the plasma grenade into it, and sighting it for the range Reapermantis had requested. In his right hand, he still held the Renegade, firing lower down at the ankle joints, where his shots would have more leverage for taking a leg out. The effects weren't as long lasting as his earlier dual wielding, but they were better than none.*

:: I'm ready when you are. Say the word and I'll launch. Make quick too... Or it'll have been nice knowing you. ::

*As reapermantis cleared 75 metres he flew his arms up.*

:: NOW! ::
*He waited patietly for Albrecht to fire, avoiding the melee atacks, while his shield absorbed ranged fire.

He looked up to see the plasma grenade heading towards its target.*

IC: Damn wish I could shoot like that.reaper thought ,

*the grenade came in right in the middle of 5 droids, the rest turning towards the expolsion, with that second repear let off the Emp from his shield. As the shield drained out the EMP went off. Droids suddenly came to a halt others simply fell over, the residue energy form the plasma grenade gave the EMP a greater boost increasing is effect and radius,

Reapermantis turned around and gave a thumbs up to Albrecht. Without warning the closest droid fell, landing right on top of reapermantis the heavy droid knocking him out cold.*

*As soon as he heard to notification, Albrecht fired. The recoil from the grenade launcher was harder seeming than he remembered, probably due to the slight injuries to his left shoulder. As he watched the plasma grenade fly, he knew he had no time to waste. Albrecht dropped his grande launcher, vaulting over the cover he had found to begin advancing towards Reapermantis. There was a piece of rubble of high mass and size that Albrecht though would be good for cover from the explosion and whatever Reaper was planning... He took the cover as the mixed Plasma/EMP charge went off. The droids began to fall and deactivate... Albrecht knew that some were only disabled for a short time... He continued his charge towards Reaper, who had just been taken down by a falling droid.*

:: Hey doc, Get on your feet. We can't have you dying out here. ::

*Albrecht kept his fire on the still advancing ring of Droids, now held back to a good 50-75 feet away, keeping with his old tactics of shooting at opposite points of their center of gravity with his dual blaster pistols.*

:: Dammit, Get up. Hey, new guy. Sorry, haven't gotten your name, but it don't matter. I'm bringing the doc back. Care to borrow his rifle and my DC-15s? ::

*Albrecht crouched beside Reaper, beginning to pull him out from under the droid. It was heavy, but years of imperial commando work had given him worse tasks. And carrying a teammate was normal. Albrecht threw Reaper over his right shoulder, Not taking particular time to cushion the landing onto the shoulder armor. It was enough to save his life... Albrecht turned and began to run back to cover, Passing by the stranger and throwing Reapers rifle and his own DC-15s to him.*

:: Enjoy, And I got a few power cells should you need a replacement. ::

*Albrecht ran the last 20 feet back to where his weapons were, rolling Reaper off his shoulder and picking up his DC-17m, already configured for sniper use, placing it's butt against his right shoulder, and taking a quick aim. He knew it didn't have the power to disable the droids, but it had the power to knock them down... And that was enough for now.*

Nex
[NPC]That was rather stunning, shall we? [/NPC]Nex smiled broadly.

*The two sith moved in using the force to greatly increase thier speed heading to the base.

Nex headed torward the downed droids lightsaber in hand as ran past the base.

Ventor rounded the corner and stood right in front of Albrecht.*

IC: Hi there.

*He smiled broadly his lightsaber ingnited and holding it to Albrecht's throat.*

IC: You have something that belongs to me!

IC: Don't worry about the droids Nex will take take of them, just hand over the chiss and you don't lose your head.

Actually, he’s with us.

*Arn stepped in behind Ventor, with his blasterblade aimed at the Sith’s neck. The blade hummed as he activated the sonic generator, making his weapon almost as effective as Ventor’s saber.*

*Albrechts dash was cut short by a man stepping in front of him. He stopped, not fully realizing what the man proposed. While stopping, Albrecht turned around, raising his Renegade, and firing at the droids, knocking a few of the closer pursuers down, and causing a mild pileup. However, when he faced his intended destination, he found a lightsaber raised towards his through. Albrecht glanced at his unarmored left shoulder, an imperceptible motion behind the visor of his helm, then looked back towards the wielder.*

:: If you don't mind my asking, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!? We're surrounded by droids, and you're threatening an asset to your survival? Listen rodder, I'm not about to let go of this man who risked his life, not now, and if you want to argue over someONE... ::

*Albrecht stressed the particularity of a person, rather than an object, in his currently gruff, angered voice.*

:: ... Then you can just do it later. Right now, I'm fighting for survival, and I will attack you, or anyone of your cadre that stand between me and it. So just piss off, and we'll discuss this later. ::

*Albrecht stood still, facing Ventor full on, waiting for the mans next action. He knew full well there was nothing he could do to fight both the Force sensitive and the droids. He also knew that trusting the phric alloy plating in the neck joints of his armor might be the best idea at the time.*