My LAAT/i.
Missiles exhausted, it was trying to hold off the droid starfighter with pinpoint fire from its antipersonnel turrets, without much luck.
But I had a surprise. Bubble turrets pack powercells to maintain weapon-charge for short periods if all enginepower is shunted to maneuvering.
I still had a couple of shots left.
The RP troopers who had stabilized me rotated my turret and steadied it for the shot, and I led the enemy ship and squeezed the fire-control yoke —
And it flew right into my shot.
I enjoyed the explosion.
Between the RP troopers and my ship, we collected every single one of the drifting survivors. The gunship was in no shape for atmospheric flight, so we limped out to the moon-belt and docked on to an asteroid. The lieutenants put me in for a commendation.
Salvaged life-support packs kept us all breathing for two standard days—which was when the Republic task force arrived.
The first thing they did was pick up survivors.
Because we are equipment, too.
As long as the Republic takes care of us, we’ll take care of it.
From Hasbro Short Story Collection (07-2003)
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