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Martan turned around in time to see three barrels pointed at him, he instinctively gunned the speeder towards the nearest trooper and rolled off it to his right, grabbing his carbine from its holster on his way down. Three blaster bolts flew through the empty space as he hit the ground hard. Rolling with the impact he popped up to his knees pointing and firing towards the left most trooper. The first shot hit the trooper in the upper left arm spinning him around so that the second shot hit him square in the back, shoving him forward into a tree. Dropping to his side as he spun to his right, tracking past the middle trooper who was impaled to a tree by the speeder, Martan squeezes off a burst of fire, that shoots off wide, as the third trooper reaches him and kicks the carbine from his hands. Bringing his right leg around in a sweeping kick, he drops the trooper to the ground before the trooper can get a shot off himself. The fall to the ground knocks the carbine from the troopers hand. Martan scrambles to his feet trying to draw his pistol only to find it missing, apparently from the fall.
The trooper jumps up and tackles him to the ground, landing with a thud Martan reaches up to punch the trooper in the head only to realize too late bare hand versus helmet is a no-win situation. Wincing as his blow hits, he barely moves his head out of the way as the trooper attempts to put an armored fist through his face. Bringing his knee up with maximum force, Martan makes contact with the troopers groin, which shocks the trooper enough to relax his pin on Martan so that he can roll the trooper off of him. Rolling to his right, Martan reaches for the knife in his belt as the trooper lunges at him with a vibro blade.
Sidestepping to his right Martan deflects the trooper’s arm downward with his left hand as he strikes with right. Martan only catches armor with his strike, as the trooper swivels and tries to slash from right to left. Martan leans back as the blade misses by only inches, bringing his right leg up in a high kick towards the trooper as the blade sings by. The trooper catches the kick with his elbow and twists his left forearm around clockwise as it pierces Martan’s calf. Biting back a scream, Martan pulls his leg back before the blade cuts deeper, lengthening the slice. Martan falls to the ground on his left side dropping the knife as he grabs his calf with his right hand.
The trooper laughs as he kicks Martan’s knife away. “You didn’t get so lucky with me…” the trooper growls in reference to his comrade impaled on the tree. “You fought well, but not enough…” the trooper smugly says as he grabs Martan’s head pulling it back exposing his throat. The trooper pauses as he sees Martan grinning, “What’s so funny punk?”
“Luck has nothing to do with it…” Martan responds as he suddenly thrusts his left hand upwards pushing the barrel of a pistol underneath the chin of the trooper’s helmet and squeezes off two quick shots. Light from the blaster bolts flashes through the eyepiece of the helmet before the trooper collapses on top of Martan.
Martan lays on the ground a few moments catching his breath and his wits. “That was too close…” he thinks as he lays there looking at the stars, trying to ignore the burning in his calf. “Who in the blazes are these guys, and more so who sent them?” his thoughts continue as he pushes the body off of him. Suddenly it dawns on him, “Wait they always operate in teams of four…” before he can finish the thought a shot rings out...
Martan closes his eyes and braces for what he is sure is coming next. Moments later he looks up realizing he’s still breathing but the seat of his speeder is smoldering. “This guy sucks…” he mutters as he tries to quickly climb to his feet. “Poo doo!” he yells as he realizes he wasn’t the target. He half runs, half hobbles grabbing his pack from the back of the speeder seconds before the second shot vaporizes the backside of the speeder.
