Nothing Given
Location: Ka'pruni mine yard.
Objective: Stab Mig Gred
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The shot from Mynock's blaster took the Scourge by surprise, denting the duranium plating. It took some steps back as other droids turned to face the intruder. Three out of thirty turned their full attention to the beskar'gam-wearing droid.
Thoom-tak, thoom-tak. The droids came closer with heavy mechanical steps then raised their deflector shields while they took aim. The cacophonic noise of blaster cannons filled the plaza as the three Scourges fired. Some miners screamed, others covered their heads. Meanwhile, most looked on with scared but tired eyes, their minds too weary to react in any meaningful manner.
The other droids which encircled the miners bubbled themselves but did not engage, holding the posts assigned to them.
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Elsewhere, Cara and Mig Gred were still playing in the dust. It was a loose dance, neither side keeping close to the other. If she were to reign in this Mando Cara would have to close the distance between them. It sounded simple enough, and in her anger she was ready to be done with him. She reached through the Force and seized him, ready to skewer his beskar-plated gut with her arm. But this Mig fellow had a quick idea, and the summoned Kinetite slammed into Cara's right shoulder thus throwing her arm back. She didn't get to land the blow and the Mandalorian flew past her.
Cara threw an enraged glance over her shoulder before fully turning around.
"Enough games," she thought while eyeing the discount lightsaber. It would be so easy. She had already traced its circuitry, heard its computer droning the same orders to adjacent systems. If throwing a tree wasn't enough to express it, she deemed this fight undeserving of sportsmanship. She indulged herself in a sneer before raising a hand.
"Oh goodness, well that's a shiner," Cara recalled how she winced when the antiseptic was applied over her brow, "A nasty kick and you still played nice. You should have returned the favor." The gentle hands still held Cara's cheek and forehead while worried eyes examined the cut over her blackeye. Cara chuckled and took the hands into her own, "Just because someone else fights dirty doesn't mean I have to. It takes patience to enjoy a fight." An unconvinced glare broke into a relaxed smirk, "Courteous to a fault. One of your more charming quirks."
Cara refocused on the present. It was an unwelcome memory, especially at this moment. The sneer had fallen into a pensive stare as she caught a glimpse of her hand. Talons? Was that her style now? She closed her fingers into a tight fist, focusing to reintegrate the sharpened ends. She wouldn't disable that saber. But no, he was a Mandalorian, why shouldn't she? Does such trash deserve a fair fight?
There was a full debate argued in mere seconds, but to Cara it was agonizingly long-winded. What little bit of martial respect was left during her Dark Side binge won the battle, and Cara pulled her fist inward. She instead gripped both vibroknives, removing them from their sheaths and wielding the left in an underhand grip.
"If you insist on using a weapon then I will follow suit." Cara's voice resumed a level, albeit strained, tone of voice. She leapt forward with a flurry of movement most unusual for the engineer, ready to parry the saber with her arm while aiming to stab between the beskar plates.
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