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[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

The giant would give a quick nod to [member="Darth Ferus"] before stomping back off to the window, sliding it open and clinging his claws into the side of the building as he climbed it with quick ease, as he flipped up onto the top, standing behind [member="Cyrus Falcor"] he would tower over him.

"Why have you come here?" He spoke in a dark, unforgiving voice. Before unholstering his spear, swiveling it in his hands as he watched the renegade before him with disgust. He would unclip two small dagger like blades from his newly purchased belt before holding them in his left hand. "Have you come to kill us?" He bellowed, before bursting out into a sinister laugh.

"Fool."

 

[Cyrus Falcor]

[member="Honas'di"]
http://starwarsrp.net/topic/80912-the-rogue-armor-system/Borrowed from owner with consent
x1 Ysalamir nutrient pack
x6 MP-SE grenades
x3 Tenloss multipurpose mine
x1 M9T11 pistol
x1 Tenloss Type 8 sub machine gun
x1 Stinger Gauntlet
x3 Bye-Bye Bio Grenades

Cyrus heard the vents close, damn, there must be a security system he hadn't seen added while he was in the roof. Those workers sure are quick. No matter. Cyrus could here someone climbing the building and turned as a rather large being stood a full two heads above the renegade.

"Have you come here to kill us?" Asked the giant.

Without a response, Cyrus unslung his Type-8 SMG and poured bolts at the man. Soon after that, the three full doses of the bio grenades returned to the rooftop and began flooding the immediate area with deadly, chlorine gas. Cyrus backed up a few paces to stay out of reach from the larger foe. He let loose every round in the massive magazine of his rifle.

As the yellow cloud began to flow into the roof, it enveloped the pair of fighters, but Cyrus had nothing to worry about, as his armor was sealed with its own oxygen supply. The beast however should be feeling the burning in the back of his throat and eyes any second now. Soon his lungs would fill with blood and he'd begin with to lose his eyesight.

 

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

As the man turned, he would snicker, pouncing towards him; running to the right dodging the various bolts and magazine rounds from his weapons before standing still on the roof allowing the gas to rise up to his nose, before he would use the recently taught breathing skill he was taught; 'Filter Poison'.

He would stand motionless, awaiting the next attack from his opponent, grunting loudly. Augmenting his speed he would run around the man, pausing every few seconds to confuse his opponent.

"Do you not know how to speak? I asked a question." He spat out, in an evil tone.

Growling violently.

[member="Cyrus Falcor"]

 

[Bloodknight]

On his way up the stairs of an apartment building, Andreas shoved past many a resident, not even glancing over his shoulder as a woman fell screaming over the rail. The sign over the door leading out of the stairway let him know he had reached the 134th floor now yet still, he sensed the presence of his target far above him. How many floors did this building have? He was getting tired of this seemingly endless climbing—not physically, the Firrerreo's body could endure much more than a few thousand steps—and wanted to just get it over with. So without wasting any more time, Andreas tapped into the dark side, letting it rush through his body and invigorate every muscle. He sprinted up the staircase, the steps blurring into a seemingly flat inclined plane as they passed too fast for him to tell how many he was skipping with each step. It felt like he was running on air! In a matter of seconds his upward momentum was halted due to a sudden lack of steps to climb. He bolted through the door to the 200th floor and came skidding to a halt in front of a gray metal door. He could no longer sense the presence of his target, but he smelled...Zabrak.

He tried the door, but it wouldn't budge. A lock? He had no patience for that. He tried the door again, this time a little harder, and yanked the portal off its durasteel hinges, tossing it somewhere behind him. The light from the hallway would flood into the apartment as he walked into the room, giving [member=Xavka Duquo] a once over, not looking in the least bit impressed.

"A Zabrak? This should be fun."

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Shortly after he had began to reach out through the Force, seeking the Presences of the beings who would become his prey, the beings who he would send to the great Nath; Lord of Death and the Dead, Xavka span around in surprise, the only sign of the shock that he felt being the momentary and slight raising of his eyebrow-less brows. Bellow his feet, racing up through the stairs of the building that Xavka had taken recent temporary residence in, was a Presence that sung fiercely within the Force, tinged with the very Dark that Xavka himself drew upon. If it were not for how impossible fast the Presence was gaining altitude, advancing upon his position on the two hundredth floor, Xavka would of paid them no mind. Instead, he would have turned his ethereal sigh, gifted through the Force,out past his present location, never noticing the being who sought to confront him. Their eagerness and haste had ripped from them the advantage of surprise.

Schooling his features into a mask of dark serenity, Xavka anchored his Presence bellow the perception, camouflaged within the swirling Dark and the ripple of the Force that covered the city planet of Coruscant - even if his opponent was coming to confront him, he would stick to his code and remain as unseen, unfelt and unheard as he possibly could. His actions showed not the gathering maelstrom of emotion that he was conjuring within himself, the passion and anger, emotion spanning from the purer to the darker, emotion of all sought that Xavka used to broaden his connection to the Dark. He sought to be prepared to act in any way, whether through the Force or body, and it was in the moments as his opponent sped up the stairs at an impossible, to those without the assistance of the Force, pace that he prepared.

As the Presence came to a stop outside his door, Xavka waved the fingers of his left arm slight, locking the door, a blockade that would only hold back his target for mere second, but mere second more than if he had not taken such actions. At the same time, Xavka raised his right hand behind his head, gripping the cowl of his robes between sharpened claws and pulling it forwards over his orat, thus cloaking his face within shadows. The only visible sight of his face were his slightly glowing eye that shone with a malicious and controlled feral anticipation for the fight ahead.

When the door to his room was torn from its hinges, Xavka didn't flinch as his pupil reacted instantly to the on pouring of light, transforming almost instantaneously from a large orb that consumed the majority of his iris to a slim slit not unlike the pupils of most felines. Instead, he stared directly at the man that stood before him, absentmindedly making a note of the amount of strength he held. As his vision cleared up from the shift in illumination within the room, removing the blurry sight he had momentarily had, Xavka took in the appearance of the man stood before him. He was tall, almost as tall as Xavka was, and powerfully built, but beyond that, Xavka could make out no other features, the light streaming out from behind the man casting him into a shadowed silhouette.

As the man spoke, Xavka continued to show no reaction, letting what he assumed to be a taunt slide past his notice, refusing to let it cloud his common sense. Instead, he merely replied in a static tone, his gravelly and deep voice growling out into the room. "A..." Xavka faked a small pause of thoughtfulness, palming a length of rope within the right sleeve of his robe as he did so. "Ah, my apologies, I do not seem to recognise what inconsequential breed you happen to be. Would you instead be willing to provide me with the name of the man who's life I shall soon be ending?"


[member="Bloodknight"]

 

[Bloodknight]

The silhouette before [member=Xavka Duquo] began to glow dimly with an ominous slowness, patterned silver akin to some wild predatory beast. Though his face remained the way it normally was—a slight frown—the intricate silver scars decorating his upper body and his blazing golden eyes lit up in response to his mounting anger. With a foreboding leisure, Andreas turned to flick on the light switch on the wall beside him, revealing himself to his target. In stark contrast to the Zabrak's battle ready attire, Andreas wore what appeared to be silver and gray camo pants with black webgear over a completely shirtless torso that had well defined muscle on full display. His torso, much like the rest of his body, was intricately marked with silver scars that decorated the golden-bronze skin of his form. On his hands and feet were black leather gloves and boots that were plated with a silvery metal. Naturally double-toned black and silver dreadlocks draped down from his head to a little past his broad shoulders. After he placed his wide brimmed black hat on the hat rack so conveniently placed by the door, he turned to look at Xavka, a large silver scar marking his face like an "X" and continuing to the parts where his goatee and dreads were also silver. With all this on display, it would be hard to mistake him for anything else but a Firrerreo. Albeit one with a very "calm before the storm" look present in his capable stance.

This Zabrak guy had sith written all over him and he didn't seem too upset about someone ripping his apartment door off. He must have been able to sense him with his space magic or whatever when he was running up the stairs. Andreas didn't really care. He had been told to operate stealthily, but stealth really wasn't his thing. What he did care about was his target's smart mouth. Prepared or not, the Zabrak was going to learn who the feck he was talking to and pain is the go-to method for that type of work. A sharp toothed smile split his face, though he spoke with an icy edge to his voice that contradicted the furious blaze in his eyes.

"Don't worry. You're about to get to know me real good..."

Andreas leaps forward with ferocious speed, striking out with his knee to the Sith Assassin's chest

 

[DHK-51]

"Begrudging statement: As you wish master, though I'd much prefer to eliminate targets." With that, HK-51 took it's E-111 Stealth-X Saboteur blaster rifle off it's back, and began to pace around the room. The droid walked to the door, stopping for a moment, before turning back and walking to it's master's side.
[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

"If your'e bored, [member="HK-51"] , then join [member="Alexei Makarov"] . @Xavka Douqo is busy." A tremor through the Force let the aging Assassin feel his clansman. So the boy already had his own target, or perhaps he himself was the target. Either way, he was busy, and Ferus wasn't going to let the sniper go alone. That, and as he felt out for his brother, he felt something else. An eerie threat. While the Sith didn't know who it was from, [member="Xan"] 's message reached him loud and clear.

"Kill your targets, then converge together with the closest assassin. We end this today, with no mercy." Alone the Sith Lord would exit his room, letting the others do as they would, or as they were commanded. It wasn't his place now to order them around, though on his way out he did take up the small holodisk that was SICA. Right into a dock located on his hidden blade she went, loaded into the small screen he had specially made. All it looked like to most was a datapad strapped to his wrist, with the face of his AI popping up now and then to speak.

"You think they're going to target the room?"

"Of course they are. They know the Sith are operating in the room now. I would. Hell, I'd bring a tank and blow the whole building away."

"You're also crazy."

"What have I told you about the sass?" There was a chuckle from the AI before the screen dimmed down. He was suppose to fix that before, but time had gotten in the way. Or maybe he liked the company. Who knew? What he did know however, that he was hunting someone. Or being hunted himself. Either way, he wanted to make a show of it. Down the stairs and into the back alley he went, and a flick of a switch turned on that blood red blade of his.

"Come out and play, Sith Hunter."

 

[Zef Halo]

Alexei did not have the luxury of time to go through bowing to the 'traffic' of Sith currently located in the apartment as Darth Ferus immediately began preparations for dealing with the threat. Apparently, the threat was already moving in on their positions. The enemy seemed quite sharp, methodical and ruthless by their immediate engagement with the Sith Assassins. Moreover, they demonstrated boldness striking the Sith in their own capital world of Coruscant. This was a dangerous enemy and only time would tell if they were brave or foolish. Maybe even both.

The center of the room was suddenly filled with the holoprojection of an armored attacker moving in on their position. By the figure, the sniper made out that the attacker was a female and she seemed quite focused in objective judging by her body language. Assurance and self belief categorized her posture in the clip. Ferus was did not take time to give out the orders of engagement and it was her that Alexei was tasked with eliminating. Considering her close proximity, the sniper knew well that he had to move out of the apartment as quickly as possible. Quickly 'constructing' his Verpine sniper rifle and activating his Sith probe, the marksman threw the empty briefcase away and headed towards the window of where just a moment ago a large blue canine - a Sith Assassin - had left to climb towards the roof to exterminate the other threat that was coming from above.

Jumping off the window and using his grav boots and hook, he propelled himself to the parallel building where the sniper entered shattering the window. Alexei looked around and noticed that he was in the communual staircase of a building. The sith probe quickly followed and he instructed it to commence a position within the building that will give its thermal view sensors a range enough around the sniper's position that would alert him of incoming people. As a sniper, one had to always monitor his surroundings utilizing sophisticated technology and always having at least two exits.

Alexei crouched and focused his sniper, loaded with 12.7mm (0.50 cal) Browncoat Slugs that he deemed right for the case of the armored opponent he was tasked of dispatching, towards the window of the apartment he just left. It was not a big window that would give him a large window of shooting possibilities but the man still had vision of the apartment to at least the first few steps after one entered the room. He did not have the luck of being able to view immediately where the door was but supposedly the intruder entered the room and made a few steps in then the sniper would have a clear shot of the enemy. The marksman activated his camouflage adapter of his armor and the scope gave fed him with enough information on his HUD, both were integrated with each other.


Now it was time to wait



[member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="HK-51"] [member="Cyrus Falcor"] [member="Honas'di"] [member="Darth Valtryx"] @Everyone Else Too many sorry lel I still <3 you.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

The dim red light illuminated part of the allyway. [member="Darth Ferus"] was waiting. Staring from the darkness farther down the allyway Xan examined his target well. His pure black eyes shifted to a spot next to Ferus, 3 feet to his right specifically. The games would now begin. Suddenly a boom echoed about the area and as a Projection of a black clan figure stood right next to the Sith Lord gazing at him silently. The wind howled and was split paths when contact was made with the entity revealing this projection no illusion or trick of the mind but something little bit more real. The Figure shifted his weight some as if readying himself for combat and hunched his shoulders at Ferus rather aggressively.

Further down the way Xan himself watched the bait and his prey stand idle. All the hunter needed was a moment of time to strike and in a creative way as well. Ferus was a Sith assassin he was not to be underestimated past encountered spoke for themselves, pasts that only Xan would remember for the time being.

[member="Keira Ticon"]
@Others - Srry im lazy

 

[DHK-51]

"Definitive statement: No master, you kept me here for some reason, so I shall stay." HK responds, before turning it's head to face [member="Darth Ferus"]. "Query: What will our move be once the targets are dealt with master?"

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Then think of it as an order, [member="HK-51"] . I don't want the sniper alone, understand?" Ferus would say this long before exiting into the alley way. He truly didn't want [member="Alexei Makarov"] to fight against who ever it was that had been wearing that armor. If the droid tried to follow, he'd receive another order to follow the agent.

Back to the outside and his hunt for [member="Xan"] , or being hunted by. Either way, a fight was going to begin. Perhaps sooner than he had thought. Beside him his adversary formed, lit up by the red glow of his saber. Who ever this was was skilled enough to get close to the Assassin without him noticing. A quick turn of the heel, and the Sith brought around his red blade, moving to cleave the man in two.

And though his blade passed right on through, Ferus's eyes widened with realization. This was a trap! A trap he had fallen for. A growl escaped his lips as his blade swung back around as he tried to prepare for the trap to be sprung, but it may be too late.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Anxiety. Even the best of warriors could feel it and that was the aim. Xans eyes shifted to the dumpsters scattered about the allyway. Keeping them in his mind he readied himself to strike. Exploding forward imbued with unnatural speed the hunters perception of time came to a slow. In seconds he was within range. Ferus was not to be underestimated but this was somewhat personal. Within seconds the hunter was within arms reach, A all too scary realization for most and a Blurr.

Forming a Claw like hand Xans grip reached for the Sith Lords armed hand. The lightsaber was a minor danger but none the less one to take care of first. Staring through Ferus the Hunter continued to run and did not stop till his prey was against the wall. Literally. Things were about to get messy and the fight had only begun.

" You..have been...found...wanting.." he muttered as he continued to press forward.

[member="Darth Ferus"]

 

[DHK-51]

"New directive given, moving to location." When [member="Darth Ferus"] went towards the alley, HK-51 headed the opposite direction, heading up to [member="Alexei Makarov"]'s locale. Upon arrival, HK-51 would place his blaster rifle on it's back, before removing it's Colicoid Stealth-X sniper rifle and setting up next to Alexei. "Staement: I've been instructed to join you here. It was not my decision, however I must do so anyway."

 

[Darth Ferus]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PdwmM3vyHfA​

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Ferus was a fast fighter. In his years of constantly dealing with those faster than himself, the Sith took it upon himself to learn how to become faster himself. This succeeded, leaving him to be one of the more speedy fighters he knew of. But as he turned to see [member="Xan"] sprinting at him, his red eyes widened in a realization that there would always be one faster than him. And in this case, more than he could of ever expected.

A loud crack filled the air as his arm was grabbed. The sudden impact completely dislocated the limb, leaving a pained yelp to leave Ferus's lips. From his grasp fell his blade, the red saber shutting off midair as the Sith was dragged from where he was standing. Before he could reach the wall however, the words of this Sith Hunter filled his ears. Wanting? The kark was this man on about?

As he was dragged his still working arm reached out, grasping the hilt of his fallen saber moments before he would be slammed against the wall. With resounding determination he swiped the now active blade for the figure that had come from no where. If Xan wanted a fight, he certainly got one.

 

[Cyrus Falcor]

[member="Honas'di"] (Sorry for late post. Worked all weekend)

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/80912-the-rogue-armor-system/
x1 Ysalamir nutrient pack
x6 MP-SE grenades
x3 Tenloss multipurpose mine
x1 M9T11 pistol
x1 Tenloss Type 8 sub machine gun
x1 Stinger Gauntlet
x3 Bye-Bye Bio Grenades

As Cyrus emptied 100 energy enveloped rounds towards the blue wolf-man-thing, having it dodged all 100 rounds by simply side stepping, it now breathed in the chemical that didn't poison nor toxify, but burned it from the inside out. And now the doggie wanted to play, as it ran circles around Cyrus, all the blue canine was doing was increasing the amount of chemical burns his lungs, throat and eyes would suffer. By increasing his air intake, so too was he increasing the Chlorine intake. No magic power this Sith pup had would filter this chemical gas. Confused, yes, but not in the way the blue pup would hope.

Cyrus hadn't spoken a word in years, and today was no more special than the last. This dog wouldn't get a word out of him, but not for lack of trying. Dialogue was left to those who favored speeches and questions over the silent duet of combat. As his old master had once taught him, patience would be his key, once the Chlorine are away at the canines throat, eyes and lungs, it would be a simple task to finish him off. As the chlorine went untreated inside the body, it would slowly, painfully, turn the lungs to glue, the throat into Swiss cheese and bleed into the useless lungs, and the eyes would burn at the cornea and vision would be lost until blindness occurred. Choking on his own blood and blind to the world, that's how this Sith would die.

Cyrus dropped the SMG and began playing with the canine, darting in mirrored fashion to the Sith, and every so often,when they both stopped like the canine had been doing, dropped a black plate with a small red light. All over the rooftop, Cyrus would play this game of chase, he more than likely wasn't as fast, but he was smaller and lighter, he could move with ease, and with the armor, with protection. He drew one of his M9T11 hybrid blaster slugthrower pistols and aimed for the legs of the Sith opposite him. He wasn't aiming for a kill shot, but enough to slow him down or even partially cripple him, either worked for his plan.

 

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

As the chlorine began to fill his body, his throat would began to burn though, he pushed on. He wouldn't allow something a stupid as gas to stop him in his mission; to kill this man. As the man began to mimic him, he grew angry somewhat disappointing. He used this. The emotions building up, he turned it into an advantage. His eyes would light up slightly, before his facial expression would harden as he looked onwards towards the man in slight despise.

His mouth would begin to foam slightly, from either his sheer anger or the chlorine. As the mines were placed the Nelvaanian would skim his eyes over the scenery taking it all in before a thin smirk would grow on his face. "Silent type? Interesting." He would spurt out, before striding left and right, awaiting his next move.

As the slugthrower shot, he kicked in, augmenting his speed, followed by his jump. To quickly jump over the blast, though landing down onto his knees causing him to be knocked down for a second or two, before gathering to his feet, panting lightly.

[member="Cyrus Falcor"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

As the music blasted over the loudspeakers and the crowd was going crazy over pretty much free drugs, Miss Blonde was quite busy with other priorities. Having set the bullhorn aside she was on her datapad looking at the helmet feeds of the various black tie members who were using her armor systems. Keira, Cyrus, whoever else really. It seemed they engaged the Sith and were now getting busy.

So this meant that the building was probably going to be evacuated of people who weren't fighting, or at least Miss Blonde hoped. Either way it was time to set up a contingency plan. Looking back at one of her men she snapped her fingers a few times and had him bring out a rather large guided missile launcher that was capable of navigating over and around the buildings of the underworld.

"We're gonna need more than that." She said raising her eyebrow towards her underling.

The man stepped back into the cargo hold and after a few minutes came back with a crew of six men wheeling a artillery cannon out on the loading ramp for Miss Blonde. The woman chuckled a bit then shook her head towards the crew.

"Those the HE rounds?." Miss Blonde asked after the crew arrived with the gun. They shook their heads and she shooed them away with her hand.

Miss Blonde waited another few minutes and soon the thumping noise of heavy large footsteps came forward and a rather big pack droid with the six crew members wheeled a rack filled with large high explosive artillery rounds for the MAC.

"There we go." She said as she walked over to it.

Kneeling down next to the cannons guidance and targeting computer system she began to input the coordinates of Ferus' apartment. The rounds would have to fly overhead through the speeder lane to get there but it'd make good time seeing how the apartment was only a good two thousand five hundred meters away. Firing a cannon like that in an enclosed space like this was going to be tricky, but with the right kark you Sith attitude anything was possible.

"You guys have a good ten minutes to wrap it up or leave the building. Cause in a good..." Miss Blonde paused to check her watch.

"Nine minutes and thirty seconds. Y'all are gonna be part of ground zero."

Why take chances when you could just blow it all up?

[member="Isley Verd"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Honas'di"] [member="Cyrus Falcor"] [member="Bloodknight"] [member="Xavka Duquo"] [member="HK-51"] [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Xan"] [member="Isley Verd"]

 

[Keira Priest]

Gear in signature.

When commotion sounded from above Keira at once relinquished what control and restriction she had exercised on her presence within the ethereal, thereby alerting any of those attuned to the energy field nearby of her presence. Speed augmented with the Force granted her the ability to traverse the flights of stairs at a speed conceivable as nothing more than a blur to the naked eye. Only when she reached the floor where the apartment was located did her pace slow to something far more manageable. At this point she knew full well that she would be walking in on nothing more than an empty room, but this was for the purposes of nothing more than the fulfilling of her own curiosity, and perhaps because she enjoyed tempting fate just a bit.

Given that subtlety was no longer a necessity she blasted the door inwards and off its hinges by doing nothing more than a shift of her hand. With a very audible crash it smashed into the far side of the room, cracking drywall upon impact. A few bottles fell from the bar and shattered upon impacting the floor, but she paid them no mind. After a few seconds of silence she stepped into the room, still cautious but not quite as much as she had been previously. However, something still didn't quite feel right. Another predator was present, even if they weren't in that same apartment. Someone was watching, but when it came to the Sith, on their capital world no less, that was always the case. But this was another hunter, another killer. Like her.

When the message from [member="Miss Blonde"] crackled through she was given momentary pause before continuing in her semi-coordinated wandering about the small living space. Another, however, took issue with her casual demeanor. "I would advise taking cover from any potential attackers. It's advisable to leave the building soon, as you have been warned." "'Soon' is in around seven minutes, and you aren't the only early warning system I have." The other would be the Force itself. "Besides, the day somebody isn't trying to kill me is a day I don't want to see. I don't think I'd know what to do with myself." The limp in her left leg as she next took a step seemed to add a sort of grim understanding to that statement, the permanent mark of injury only visible when she wasn't supplementing it with the Force.

After a few moments of meandering about the room she leaned up against the entryway, opening a secure line to the woman in charge, "There's really nothing here, from what I can tell. Only thing that's worth any amount of money is a bar. Blowing this place sky-high is nothing more than a waste of our resources, but I'll leave you to make the final call. Consider me out of the blast zone." For a brief few seconds she considered the drop from a nearby window before swinging her legs over the ledge and pushing herself off, slowing her descent dramatically via the Force and landing in a crouch, gathering her wits about her in that short window after landing. Then she was off again, intending to put a few buildings between herself and that complex before things really heated up.

[member="Alexei Makarov"]

 

[Sen Lon]

Vibro-blade ×2
Gas mask
Blaster pistol (hidden in coat) ×1
Katana (poisoned blade)×1
Throwing knives ×3


This definitely wasn't good, chlorine gas dropped into the vents from apparent gods, missiles to level a block were pointed at his masters home and all on a Monday. All the whIle he was blissfully unaware of this. He made the only move apparent to him at the moment and took to the roof with the large alien known as [member="Honas'di"] and the masked attacker [member="Cyrus Falcor"] were currently fighting.

As Sen went outside his throat began to burn and tingle.
The fresh air had cleaned most of the gas but it was still a telltale sign of chlorine gas. And possibly was the bang he heard earlier in the building.
Placing his hood and mask on his head Sen Lon took a deep breath. Basic ventilation protection would be his biggest ally in this. He kept his distance trying his hardest not to be noticed by any enimies that might be on the roof as he used the fire escape to reach the top. Unfortunately as he climbed he noticed the giant death missiles being pointed at the building.

"Son of a...."
He cursed under his breath as he began his long trek down again. If nobody else had this job who better than he?
He focused inward anger welling up in his heart at the invaders who ruined his hard work. Using force augment for strength and speed he jumped from the apartment building to the next kicking off the next and jumping back to the original. It would slow his fall just enough to keep his knees and body safe but also fast enough to reach the bottom in less than 20 seconds. It was also quiet, well hidden, and slightly badass so unless one was looking him with the force one would not easily see him.

"9 minutes 10 seconds"
He thought to himself. He counted down silently as he snuck his way onto the street he watched as they readied their missile from a distance [member="Miss Blonde"] seemed to be inputting coordinates for the beast of a weapon. Meaning it was not seeking but guided. Sen Lon had a plan.