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Eliz Krayt
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Darth Empyrean
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Kranak Vizsla
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Siv Dragr
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Tae'l Vizsla
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Adi'ka Awaud
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Faison Kelborn
Equipment: In bio | Standard loadout | Basilisk chilling at the spaceport just in case
"That's the idea, kid. Can't let you have all the fun." She flashed a wink as she smirked down at him. Though his praises might be a bit of an overstatement given her recent track record. Regardless, it was a pleasant surprise to see the boy again. More voices chimed in over the comms from various other members, all checking in to make sure that everything was ready to rock.
She brought her vambrace up to her lips.
:: Target is still stayin' put, no weird movement yet. Weapons hot, though, if he moves we shoot. :: She reported back to the others on the channel. With a sip at her drink she spared a glance back to Eliz, the boy drawing her curiosity. He was different compared to the last time she saw him on Mandalore... he likely had a journey of his own just like the rest of them. Unfortunately the pleasantries flew out the window when Maliphant seemed to focus his attention on them.
:: Weapons hot, we've been made. :: She spoke just before the alarm went off and people started to freak out. Callously she tossed her glass and nervestick aside, slipped her helmet on and activated her jetpack. She overheard Eliz's question over the comms as Maliphant disappeared into the crowd. Her gaze turned to the major exit points on either side of the dancefloor, earning a growl from her.
"Kark the crowd." She muttered as her jetpack's sides opened up to reveal a missile on either side. Both fired, aimed at the supports above each exit to bring down the walls and block them off. For the innocent people already crammed in the doorway, there was no escape as the walls and parts of the roof structure came down on them, ending almost every single one in an unceremonious, brutal death. For the last exit in the back, her particle rifle came to life and gave it the same treatment, making sure nobody had time to get through among the crowds.
"I thought we were dealin' with a Sith Lord! Come out, pretty boy!" Her voice boomed over the crowd, amplified by the vocabulator in her helmet.
Still hovering in the air with the help of her jetpack, she scanned the area around them with her rifle at the ready for the first sign of him. She wasn't going to let a bunch of civvies get between her and the target. With every easy major blocked off, nobody had a quick way out. Not the civvies, not the hunters, and not their prey. A few more bolts fired at the speakers to shut the music up that continued to boom in her ears. As another measure, she tossed a bunch of flashbangs into the crowd around them to get them all out of the way. If anything, it would hopefully point out the karking pretty sith boy among them.
:: Flashbangs out. :: She warned over comms before they exploded around them.