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"Skira! Aaaray! Skanah!", Keq screamed against the cold rain. He pulled his dura-mesh cape over himself to absorb the blaster bolts, before throwing it back, then suddenly, bursting into what appeared to be a Death Watch salute. That is, until several strong tri-bursts from his blaster arm were fired, lighting up the night.

Meanwhile......

Fenra was a bit surprised Keq hadn't introduced her to Darok. At first she thought he might be a stowaway, but once he explained himself, she was persuaded to stop pointing a blaster at his head. Once everything was settled, she decided to check the video feed from her mentor's helmet. An image of a very surprised looking Fett filled the screen, and Keq's shouts of rage blaired through the speakers.

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Jedi reflexes were about all that saved Cyphor from being struck by the trandoshans weapon as he turned after hearing it snarl. Discarding the small blaster and rolling backwards he unsheathed his vibroblade and entered one of the classic jedi offensive forms. Before the trandoshan could react to much, Cyphor executed a vicious upwards diagonal slash that would quickly be followed by a fast loop over his own head before heading straight for the trandoshans neck. Aside from a few quick curses he would be silent throughout the whole exchange.

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The girl looked innocent enough but obviously had problem shooting and then asking questions. She turned her attention away from him to check on a video feed from her mentor’s helmet. An Image of a very surprised looking bounty hunter filled the screen, and Keq’s shouting came through the speakers. ~Remind me never to get on his bad side~ was what immediately passed through his mind when he saw the feedback, but then he realized who they were fighting...

“If that’s who I think it is, then we have to go down there Now”

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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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Chief nods, "RC-1187, Commander."

Twitch's mouth...well, twitches in the ghost of a smile as he nods when identified.

Boomer, who somehow seemed 'bigger' then his brothers despite being the same physical makeup, nods as well but keeps his silence.

"You're correct, sir." Chief confirms, looking to the Kaminoans who begin bringing in the armor peices.

The pod accept them all, suiting up quickly. Within moments, they are all faceless, helmeted commandos stretching and bending in the armor to test how it settles on their bodies.

It's far more difficult to tell them apart, now, but from the way they occasionaly touch the lines of the armor; it wont be long before they aqquire some paint to customize the gray surface like the Commandos had been doing since Delta Squad earned the authorization to do so.

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The trandoshan pulls back sharpley from the swing. The vibroblade draws sparks against the armored plate the lizard wore on its chest.

But as the sweep draws the blade up and Cyphor must turn its momentum above his head, she bulls foreward and brings her ridged skull into a headbutt of the bothan's sensitive nose.

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Cyphor could feel it as the trandoshans head slammed into him, the shifting of soft tissue and snapping of small fragile bones. He could feel the blood too as it welled up in his nostrils and mouth, taste it too, the metalic tang as well as the pain giving him something to focus on. Expecting another attack at any second Cyphor dived sideways, hoping that the trandoshan would expect him to move backwards to recover his senses.

Snorting to clear his nostrils as he got to his feet he assumed a more balanced stance. It would be better to try and keep the trandoshan at arms length he decided.

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

Kicking into the ground, Luxius launched himself off his prone position, landing on his knees a few metres away. Shots smashed into the ground where he once was, charring the metal beneath. Cursing, Luxius emptied the last of his clip before vaulting into cover.

Boba decided it was time to duck out, so he tossed a thermal detonator into their midst, absorbed part of the nulls clip on his armor, dodged the rest, activated the afterburners and got the hell outta there.
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Razre chuckled."you look good boys." the jedi stood up and kicked open the chest he had been sitting on. in it was a complete set of armor paints, decal stencils, foam brushes and other supplies. "have fun. meet me topside in 15 minutes" the jedi said. he left them to their own devices, casually pulling open a case set against the wall as he walked out. in it were four brand new, custom designed DC-17's and a slightly smaller, more compact, but fully equipped demolitions pack. Razre was giggling all the way down the hall, feeling somewhat like santa claus. the jedi opened the door to the surface and shut the door behind himself. he heard the sound of jumpjets and looked up to see boba fett flying away. then he heard a metallic thunk and looked down to see a thermal detonator beeping rapidy between his feet. his cheerful grin dropped from his face and he desperately backflipped over the door, but collided with what appeared to be a pissed off mandalorian. WHAT THE FRACK?!

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Arm's length was a good idea until one considered that the trandoshan's long arms still left a large damage radius.

The tri-taloned claws whistle in the air past Cyphor's ear as the Jedi makes the correct assumption that his opponent would press the attack. As he settles on his balance and raises the vibroblade, however, he's reminded that his opponent carries a ranged weapon, as well, as she settles the shattergun at her hip.

And then there is the proverbial fly in the ointment. Fett throws a detonator. The predator's yellow eye traces the flight of the round object. If it exploded; they both would burn.

With a snarling curse that sounded suspiciously like 'Fierfek', the lizard dives away from Cyphor, scooping the explosive in a massive claw and flinging it skyward as her back impacts the gravely platform.

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Darok felt a small pain in his stomach as if some one had punched him; he looked around puzzled expecting to see a culprit, but then dismissed it as hunger and nervousness when he didn't see anyone.

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