((Hooray, more confusion! XD))

Things happen quickly, and at the same time seem to slow to a crawl. The unexpected blasterbolts flick in and stitch up the flank of Boomer's red-marked armor. All four instinctively drop to their knees.

But a surprise attack that should have been shrugged off by the Katarn shields becomes a critical failure in the 'experimental' armor that Razre's Kamino scientists had gifted them.

Boomer's pack explodes in a brilliant shower of blue sparks, pitching the commando on his stomach even as the three others rain death from their DC-17s at Darok in retaliation. Kal and Twitch grip their fallen brother and with a lurch have fallen behind a sheilding pile of debris.

Cheif pauses in the open to change his clip. But Darok's troubles are only beginning; weather or not he is still standing. With a roar that shakes the raining air, Jesska is moving. Several hundred pounds of scale, claw, and fury bare down on the smaller being; and twin blades cleave the air towards his chest in a blind berserker's rage.

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