A strategic rocket launch into an outcropping above the Prime Army soldiers abruptly ended the heated exchange, burying several men beneath rubble and effectively blocking the path to the bay. Vander Cervos tipped an invisible hat to Dixon Krest as the man lowered the smoking launcher from his shoulder.
As Vander turned to assess the damage to Merriment crew and collection, a fist connected with his jaw, knocking him off his feet into the sand. Before the dizziness could subside, someone pressed the end of a blaster into his forehead.
“Hope it was fun while it lasted,” Boren Prax said. “Tell your men to drop their guns and hit the sand or you die right now.”