Boba straight up nearly shit himself. A Mandalorian, a Null, a Jedi, and that keffing Trandoshan?! WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE SCOREKEEPER WAS GOING ON?!! acting on reflex, instinct, and a smattering of luck, he executed a blindingly fast grappling move on the null, flipping his practical twin onto his back, then jetted like hell away from the spot, hitting the ground and combat rolling back onto his feet several yards away. this left the null targeted by both the jedi, and the mandalorian's shots. Boba whipped out his scattergun and shot at the null as well. "GO DOWN." he was screaming in his mind. Behind the calm, collected look of his helmet, he was gritting his teeth and sweating bullets.
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Razre replied,"the kaminoan scientists have guaranteed to me that this armor is 100% fail proof, but knowing them, keeping cover is still a good idea." he stood back and took a good look at them. "tell me if im wrong...but," he began, examining them. the obviously intelligent one in front of him..."You must be Chief." then he nodded,"i know you Kal." next the one on the far left...was his finger tapping? "you've gotta be Twitch, which means..." he turned to the one on the far right," you're Boomer." he adressed the four."Well? Am I right?"

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