Note: Continuing from the last part
Twitch grinned as the flashes of cannon fire ripped through a hasty roadblock the stormtroopers had thrown up, the armor of the troopers providing no protection from the heavier weapons of the Juggernaut as it rocketed full tilt through the city.
"Dyre," he heard One yell, "We've got incoming, Bombers from the look of the profile."
"Damn it Tank," came the response as the armored vehicle plowed through the side of a building, shuddering for a moment before powering its way clear.
"On it," Twitch yelled as he spun the turret and brought the selector up, "Knew I was saving the rockets for something."
"And we knew we were keeping you around for something more than your cheery disposition," Hammer cracked while strafing the street ahead to force the traitors back.
"Okay, inbound bomber at full attack speed," the demolitions expert whispered as the wheels in his mind began to turn, "Dumbfire only rockets, no proximity fuses."
He triggered the heavy laser cannon into one of the buildings with one hand while the other seemed to dance upon the console.
"The enemy is to low for standard targeting in this environment," he continued in a monotone letting the data fill his thoughts, "Timing the detonation should work correctly, especially if I can disable the..."
"Here they come!" Tank declared as the howl of the twin ion-engines reached their ears.
"Well, here goes nothing," Twitch stated as he fired the rockets.
Four contrails as the building he'd been coring with the cannons collapsed with the weapons passing through, the disabled impact detonators letting them pass through the weakened structure seconds before it collapsed to continue at an angle into the city where the building blocked the paths of the targeting computers.
The countdown reached zero and the horizon blossomed into a fireball as the rockets detonated along the TIE's flightpath.
They were anti-personnel and armor weapons, Twitch knew that, the particulars of their systems made that clear and they had been designed to basically clear the road on impact for allied forces to close in unhampered. However, the large blast radius', shrapnel, and an ion pulse core were just as dangerous in the sky if you could set them off on their target.
"Good shooting," Dyre commented as the blue flash of the ion burst faded at the rooftops that shielded the enemy from sight, "But one's still up there."
No time for another shot, the launchers were still in their reload cycle, not to mention the calculations and programming would take to long.
"Not good."
A flash above as the solar panels glinted in the sunlight, a moment of blue, the signal of the heavy bomb being launched as he closed his eyes in preparation for the end.
Then the entire world shook.
The force flowed through him, and he followed its guidance.
Yoda had once told the younglings something that once more pushed into his conscious mind.
Feel, don't think.
A bomber had survived his companions attack, something that could easily kill them.
Alec had to do something, but what.
Again the words of the venerable master filled his thoughts.
Do or do not. There is no try.
He closed his eyes and let the force guide him as he let out a breath.
The universe seemed to slow around him and the warmth touched him, almost as the song of a thousand birds in perfect harmony amidst the smoke and ashes of the battlefield while the screams died out.
His hand reached almost instinctively to the rifle he'd acquired off of one of his foes and brought it up while dropping into a crouch.
For a mere moment he could feel the thoughts of the Bombers pilot as the black gloved hands readied to pull the trigger and release the bombs that would spell the doom of the other members of his squad.
He would not let that happen.
Trust in the Force.
Memories seemed to cloud his thoughts as he deactivated the safety and took in a deep breath.
Air filled his lungs as possibilities seemed to blossom in his mind, trillions of possible variants of what he could do at this point.
His finger caressed the trigger as if it were a lover and then squeezed tight as time and space seemed to snap back to normal, a bolt of energy sizzling across the sky.
The bolt collided with one of the heavy bombs the instant its launcher began to cycle open.
The perfect shot, one in trillions.
And the craft detonated from within as the high yield warhead did as expected in an enclosed space, triggering the rest of its load with sympathetic reactions as that section of the sky seemed to burn like fire, a flash of blinding light and the bomber was gone, only an expanding ball of smoke and fire left in its place hanging in the clear sky as if it were a miniature sun set there by some mythical god.
And then he gasped as power surged from above, it felt as if something vile had been released he looked upwards while words failed him.
A Super Star Destroyer was in orbit...