Jace whistled as he put the last of the explosives in place before stepping out of the armory. This time there were a few guards but he did not really care about leaving a mess. There was not much they could do now. They were too busy trying to keep the enemy's ships off of them.
He managed to overhear who was attacking them. Apparently it was a variety of enemies. Three different ships were attacking. One of them was a group of mercenaries in a hobbled together craft. Another was a battleship from Mars that had been secretly taken over by rebels. Then the last one was an ancient space craft that was outfitted with weapons.
Each of them on their own could not do much. But all three together were putting up enough of a fight that they had to be careful. Which was good for him because it meant they would be sufficiently distracted.
