The front droid has stopped firing, but continues to approach.  The two to the side fire sporadically, and their blasts don't seem to be getting any closer.  In the back, the droid least hit stops, plants its feet wide and starts moving its cannons around as if seeking a specific target.  Django or Ronan are likely choices when considering the angle of the guns.
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Django takes aim of the walker in the back row, and fires at a knee joint. The shot rings true and the joint erupts in a hail of shrapnel and sparks, causing the droid to tip over. It is now unable to progress forward anymore.

Take 10 = 14 (-2 for range, Precise shot feat)
19:26, Today: Django Blint rolled 15 using 2d6+2d8.  damage versus walker
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With the droid in back no longer progressing forward, Tump sends another explosive round toward the three in front. The shell appears to detonate a bit early, causing minimal damage compared to the previous one [8 dmg].


Taking 15. Tump hits AC 16 after all current modifiers.
08:02, Today: Tump rolled 3,5 using 2d4,2d8.  damage vs. group of droids.

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Inarra pulls out a blaster and fires off a couple of shots.  The droids have moved within 60m of the group by now and her blasts hit the droid on the left flank in one of the guns.  It sparks a bit, tries to fire, and explodes.

Ronan drops his bow and pulls an enormous hammer from its sheath on his back.  He moves toward the droids, concentrating on dodging their blaster fire as he closes.

The lead droid closes to within 20m of Ronan.  The blaster fire from its guns has not improved in accuracy.  Bolts scorch the ground all around the big engineer, but none hit him.

The other two continue to fire on the rest of the group, but still haven't managed to hit anyone, even at this closer range.

Django quickly removes the explosive rounds from his rifle, seeing Ronan closing the gap to melee. He swaps out for sniper rounds. They'll be reduced damage but their accuracy and range are unparalleled by anything he carries. Figuring Ronan has the lead droid covered, he takes aim at one of the side droid's blasters in an attempt to disable it. The blaster erupts with a small fire, and ceases to function.

Take 10 = 16
19:46, Today: Django Blint rolled 8 using 2d6.  damage vs walker
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With Ronan in melee range, Tump switches to single target rounds. He fires off a shot, albeit less effective than the last [5 dmg].

Take 15.
19:30, Today: Tump rolled 5 using 2d4.  damage vs walker.

Inarra fires again, but misses completely.  Her bolt sizzles against the tunnel ceiling well behind the droids.

Again the lead droid lights up with electricity, but continues tonfunction.  Smoke is emitted from several joints at this point.

There is a low whine that builds in pitch and loudness as Ronan approaches the lead droid.  When he finally closes the gap, he swings his hammer with two hands.  There is a THUMP of a concussion blast going off and the screeching of crumpled metal as the lead droid is lifted off its feet and thrown back several meters from the blow.  It lays there, smoking and whirring, but makes no attempt to rise.

The other two droids turn their guns on Ronan.  The weapons rock back, actuating firing, but no energy comes out of the barrels.  They turn to look at one another and lower their weapons.

"We surrender."  They say simultaneously.

Django pops up from his prone position, weapon still trained on one of the droids, and begins walking forward. "Surrender? Heck, we was just gettin' started. Aight then, eject your... well whatever it is you're usin' for ammo in them blasters. Don't try anythang funny or I'll put a hole through ya the size of the big'uns head".

Both droids open up hatches in their weapons and eject canisters.  They look almost completely empty.

Django continues forward until he's only 10 foot away from the closest droid. "No further movements out of ya. Any movement without permission is gonna get perceived as a threat, and I'll make good on my promise a shootin ya. Now talk. The heck you doin' attacking us?".

"Unauthorized entry detected.  No transport.  No ID card.  Parameters: scare off in case potential customer in unauthorized area.  No lethal force permitted."

Django lowers his weapon, and sighs while wiping sweat from his face. "Look, the transport is busted. Things on th' surface are all outta whack. The service droids up topside never mentioned anything about an ID. And as far as customers go, you can compute on us bein' more along the lines of tech support". Django turns and looks at Ronan and Tump."Hey Big'un, why don't you and Tump tell em why we're here. I ain't gonna do the techy talk no justice if I try".

Tump shouts from the other side of the gap. "A little help?" as he gestures toward the loose end of the grappling line.

Django whirls around. "Oh yeah.. my "red shirt"". He takes a few steps away and says "Ronan, if they move, smash em'". He moves in to grab the grapple line and looks for a place to tie it off. Once secure, he maintains hands on, just in case.

It does not take long before Tump is safely across with no mishaps.  The droids have not moved.

"Now then, as I was sayin'... Er rather askin' one of you mechanically inclined fellers to explain.. we're down here t' fix a problem, and we don't much appreciate gettin' shot at for it". Django looks at Tump and nods towards the defeated droids.

Tump decouples the grappling hook and reels the line back in. He walks over to the droids as he situates his gear and looks the droids up and down.

"Are you boys not connected to the mainframe? All the others topside already seem to know the situation. There are no customers left. We're the only organics left on Mechis III. I guess you could say we're the operators." He gestures back towards the gap in the tunnel. "In case you haven't noticed, the transport tube is broken. Now, we wouldn't want any real customers getting hurt, would we? Can you help us get down to the main power core so we can get this planet back up and running? Also, if you happen to know any construction or maintenance bots that could try to repair that, that'd be just dandy."

"We lost contact with the surface 31441392000000000000 nanoseconds ago.  If you are the new operators, I will need the transfer operation code given to you by the previous operators to demonstrate the legitimacy of your claim of transfer of ownership.  This will return all approaching security measures to their original standby locations and modes.  Repair droids are on the surface and not kept down in these facilities in case connection is severed and the repair bots find themselves trapped here and unable to access resources needed for repair."

Django looks back at Tump. "I don't suppose you got one a' them, did ya?".

Tump looks over to Django and then over to Irin. "Did you happen to run across any transfer codes while you were analyzing the terminals above?"

Irin blinks and finally registers her part in the conversation.  "Oh, uh, let me check."  She pulls out her datapad and begins typing on it with one hand.  After about thirty seconds, she turns to the walker droids.  "Authorization for transfer:  El oh be oh tee three two seven dash one one three eight."