The flash of light brings chaos, no doubt, as the Commandos curse and throw their gauntleted forearms up in front of their visors for what the Kaminoan technology couldnt absorb.

As the light fades and Cyphor has moved, Talon Squad is reforming; Kal has put his helmet back on and Boomer is mobile. Their rifles are cross their chests to prevent the situation from escalating further, but it's clear they want to be aiming at something.

Still holding the boy off the ground with no apparent strain as he goes limp, Jesska snarls at Cyphor with utter disregard for the saber tapping against the armor on her chest.

"Your choice in sstudents is poor." she abruptly lowers her arm and all but flings the unconcious Darok into Cyphor.

"Another friendly fire incident, bothan, and I will ssskin all three of you." Her teeth click shut and glisten menacingly beneath her yellow-eyed glare. The mercenary would not back down, especialy not to a Jedi.

But the decision has been made, and she turns asside as if the boy she'd nearly strangled no longer existed.

"Oh-five. Sstatus."

<Fit to fight, sargent.> The one in red stripes responds instantly, and she points at the Kamino fascility.

"All of you. Regulation armor. Now. If the Kaminoans object, tell them to sssee me."

And in the mood the lizard was currently in, that was likely not going to happen.

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