TANK
Blue blaster fire rained down on Katsuki as he raced into the ranks of super battle droids, holding Kirishima in front of him like a shield. The hardened student soaked up blaster shots with a grin. Once Katsuki broke through their ranks, he blasted Kirishima away, knocking over several dozen droids with the hardened missile.
Further back, battle droids riding hover-tanks watched the slaughter.
"Any word from General Grievous?" one asked.
"Grievous #47 asked us to kill the Jedi, and #86 said to raise the ray shields, whatever that means."
The first droid looked through binoculars at the carnage. "That looks like a Jedi to me. Prepare to engage."
The tanks rumbled forward, and the guns thrummed as their shots charged up. Katsuki glanced at them and grinned.
"Open fire!"
An earth-shaking explosion erupted at Katsuki's feet. Once the dust settled, nothing but scorched earth stood before the hover-tanks.
"We did it!" the droid shouted. "We actually killed a Jedi! My manufacturer is going to be so proud of me!"
A shadow passed over the droid. It looked up just in time to see Katsuki's grinning, ash-smeared face bearing down on it. It screamed as Katsuki blew its head off.
The droid driving the tank shouted up, "What's going on?"
Katsuki grabbed the droid and tossed it over the side.
The other tanks, seeing one of their own get hijacked, turned about and aimed. Scratching his head over the controls, Katsuki slammed down on the joystick. The tank lurched forward just as the two on each side opened fire. Both tanks erupted in balls of fire, and screaming droids crawled from the wreckage.
Crashing through ranks of droids, Katsuki grabbed Kirishima by the shirt and hauled him inside.
"Drive. I've got more robots to kill."
Kirishima grinned and drove the tank through every obstacle he could find, firing shots with the cannon willy-nilly and shouting, "This is the manliest day of my life!"
In the ruins of a building, Jiro huddled down with several other unfortunate test-takers as a horde of T-800 terminators stalked through the streets.
"Mon amie, this is it," Aoyama said, clutching his stomach. "I'm too gorgeous to die this way."
"Relax," Jiro scoffed. "The school's not going to let us die." She pressed a jack to the ground and heard explosions and distant screaming. "I think."
An explosion right next to their hideout nearly deafened Jiro. Two terminators blew apart in a plasma explosion, and more got gunned down by smaller explosions. A hover-tank rumbled by, crashing through another building, and stopped in front of them. Katsuki glared at them from atop his tank.
"Get in, losers, we're going robot hunting."