This building is not particularly sturdy, so considering your cover as lasting would probably not be the greatest of plans, no.
The droid falls in two as your lightsaber slashes through it, then returns to you. But from the nozzle flare of their blasters revealing the dim outlines of the droids, you can see no end to their numbers.
Ciira is unleashing powerful Combat Pushes that lay droids flat or disarm them so that they try closing into close combat where she cuts them down with her lightsaber.
"There's too many!" she shouts to you.
All windows and side doors are covered with blast shields. There is a window in the room behind you, but you would have to spend time cutting the shield open.
The hallway is crumbling under the intense firing rate of the battle droids. Chunks of the walls fall away, spraying dust and sparks into the air around you. Spots of the wooden floor are flickering with flames as repeated strikes from blaster bolts set them aflame.
And then it all stops. The lasers cease and the droids fade away into nothingness.
Your memory serves you well. The flare of the rocket erupts from the launcher in his arm and soars down the hallway. He aims slightly downward so that it connects with the floor just as you pull yourself through the doorway. The explosion lights up the room and hurls you onto your face, the weakened wall behind collapsing in fractured pieces around you.
The hallway behind you is shattered and raging with flames, but they do not seem to bother Mr. Walking Weapon. He steps straight through the fire, choosing his steps carefully as he strides through the broken wall to meet you as you rise, hands clenched before him as hulking metal fists.
He approaches, extending a dazzling amount of sharp blades from his knuckles, hands, and wrists. He moves in slowly, giving you a chance to attack before he does...
As a reminder, you are on 61 damage. Your cover spared you most of the concussive damage of the rocket, but you did not emerge unscathed and you have a -1 penalty.
Just before you Strike, an injection system jabs a thick needle into his jugular vein. The ponderous man increases his Speed, making him surprisingly nimble as he dashes into close combat.
You roll a 2. As you sweep your lightsaber downwards on his arm, he twists out of the way.
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Rianna: 8(4)/61/3
?: 0/4
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Initiative is yours.