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Razre laughed and said loudly,"YOUR WELCOME GUYS!" the jedi dismissed the scientists and laughed some more. he appeared to have aged a few years...

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and one more precense was there to be sensed, being that boba crouched on a nearby rooftop...

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WHAT DO YOU MEAN,"THERE WERENT ANY MINIGUNS IN THE DARK AGES?!"

The Talons turn, as one, to Razre when he speaks; still unable to contain their broad grins. As always; its a little disorienting to see four identical faces standing side by side, but Kal is still distinguishable as the only one of them who bears the myriad scars of the war.

As one, the clones render the Jedi a salute, before filing out of the strange room. No doubt the Kaminoan scientists were already waiting to be sure the newly-revived commando unit was properly outfitted.

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Razre follows the freshly minted clone commando squad. he catches up to them and immediately picks out Kal, not because of his scars, but from sensing his distinct force aura. " by the way boys, youre getting a specially prepared set of equipment. its got full cloaking capabilities, rock solid comms, cortosis weave plating, and a shield set rated for destroyer class carriers! and the best part? it weighs less than your old uniforms. how's that for a sweet deal?" The young jedi was grinning like a clown, but on his face... were those...WRINKLES?!

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WHAT DO YOU MEAN,"THERE WERENT ANY MINIGUNS IN THE DARK AGES?!"

Morad finished his meditation, feeling fresh and clean in his mind and spirit. Now if only he could feel the same physically. Across the room he saw Belial working on something on the main computer, a mere bundle of lights from afar. Morad got up and headed towards the little sith's room.

"I'm gonna go take a shower master. Ah, and some bacta. I've got a massive headache."

A door pad beeps and the large peice of steel slides open.

"Geenine, clean up this mess."

*woweewo*

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Cyphor made a tight circle of the platform after Keq jumped from the Delta. The scanners recorded the area as quiet, thought there was a small amount of fighting some distance off. Bringing in the Delta to land a short distance from Keq, the scanners started picking up several very faint energy readings in the area. With the number of dead soldiers laying around Cyphor decided the readings were likely power cells in fallen blasters.

Opening the canopy as soon as the delta was on the ground, a strong breeze ruffled his fur while the Delta powered down. Chances were that someone had picked up the delta on scanners by now, He had tried to disguise their approach as much as he could but that could only carry them so far. Only shear luck had prevented the delta from setting of any of the proximity mines in the area, let alone Cyphor as he walked across the platform to reach Keq. "Lets go find us a greeting party shall we?" Cyphor said as he called the blaster in his boot to his hand and headed towards the large door ahead of them, narrowly missing the trip wire without noticing.

(Cyphor has been beaten up badly once already, I'd rather not have it happen again so soon... Keq is still free to set off the wire however )

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Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former. - Albert Einstein.

"Yes, sir-", Keq started to respond. But in an instant, everything had stopped. And Keq could only focus on one thing. The glint of Mandalorian Armor on the battlefield. A "True" Mandalorian, harrassing a squadron of clone troopers. Images of pain swept through his mind. His mother's scream. The groaning of the ship as they fell out of the sky. The escape pod taking he and his father away from her...........all caused by them. They wrought only pain.............For a moment, Keq stood frozen. Then he unhooked his vibroaxe, and silently ran towards his target, tripping the trip wire. Keq didn't care. As he leaped into the air, the explosion framed his shadow against the cold rainy night. One word escaped his mouth. "REVENGE!"

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He who goes off to fight monsters must make sure he does not become a monster unto himself. And when you stare long into the abyss, the abyss stares back into you.

Boba looked up from his hiding place, seeing the other mandalorian flying at him and one word escaped his mouth as well: FIERFEK! The 'son' of jango fet activated his jumpjets and valted backwards, unleashing a volley of blaster bolts from the twin WESS blasters in his hands. the slim, sleek weapons flung the red plasma almost desperately. behind his armor, Boba was sweating. Dad said all the other mandalorians were dead!

(who knows? jango mightve actually said this.)

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WHAT DO YOU MEAN,"THERE WERENT ANY MINIGUNS IN THE DARK AGES?!"

The explosion knocked Cyphor to his knees as Keq moved past him. Looking up again he saw Boba, recognising the bounty hunters somewhat distinctive armour he swore under his breath and snapped of a few semi-aimed shots from his blaster as Boba leaped backwards. One of the shots scored a hit but the small blaster just didn't have enough power to do more than scorch the armour a little, another curse quickly followed. While the blaster wasn't doing any damage it had to be at least a bit distracting, So with that in mind as he pushed to his feet Cyphor started firing off more shots at Boba. Moving toward Boba steadily, Cyphor fired off one shot after another, most shots coming very close when they didn't impact the armour.

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Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former. - Albert Einstein.

Running at top speed, Null-1's superior reflexes reacting instantly, Luxius vaulted over a small wall, crashing into Boba, and using his weight to carry him to the ground. Trusting the commandos to be smart enough to shoot the threat, Luxius extended his wrist's vibroblade, aiming for the kill....

(Hey,Dust, since you have 4 commandos, can i be a bit (just a bit) better than a single commando?)

The Commandos have settled quickly, and have stopped smiling. It didnt mean they werent estatic to be together; it just meant they were falling back into their pattern of keeping their thoughts to themselves.

They share glances, and a clone in the middle speaks up, "Has it been combat-tested, sir?" His voice was clipped and intelligent, and he stared at the Jedi like he could see the other's moves five paces in advance. No, not the Force, just a helluva tactician. And if he spoke for his whole pod, it had to be the one Kal had called Chief.

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Cyphor is going to have his own problems. As the explosion trips and the battle in the debris begins, there is a rumbling snarl from the shattered walls from where the explosion issued, just behind the kneeling bothan.

No mammal could make that noise, and sure enough, a large Trandoshan weilding a shattergun stands atop the crumbling pile. Mercenary armor, mercenary weapon, and the creature's very species was an enemy of the Republic. It hardly looks good.

Especialy not when white teeth flash and the predator swings the butt of the shattergun at the other's elongated muzzle.

((Mwahaha. There we are; stiring up some trouble.))

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