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(Ok so it took me the majority of the day to get it done, sue me... on top of that its not even very long.)

Cyphor followed the trajectory of the detonator as it went up... and started falling again. It didn't fall for long, exploding barely halfway back to the platform. The blast spread but hit a barrier a meter or two above everyones heads, creating a short but impressive light show to those beneath it. Standing with his arm outstretched, Cyphor had acted without thought moments before the detonator had exploded. As the last visages of the explosion left his eyes he called the abandoned compact blaster he had dropped to hand and trained it on the Trandoshans head as she lay on her back. His hand was steady, the shot clear, yet he did not fire. This platform was the one his contact had provided directions to, Cyphor wanted to know what was going on before he killed anyone.

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Cynner Striker Lacuna

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

(OOC:Im kind of waiting for Razial, so its kind of short)

Darok waited patiently in the hanger bay. He had grabbed a blaster rifle from the weapons storage, and was now waiting for the ship to land. He tried practicing making loops, but had become too nervous to concentrate once the ship had gotten closer to the drop point.

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((No worries. A short post is better then no post, right?))

The trandoshan had lifted a gauntleted forearm to sheild her eyes from the flare of the explosion. But the beast was nothing if not strong, and the detonation happens too far out of range to do more then ripple the air with its heat.

The reptile eyes the blaster trained on her, and it's either a sneer or a smile that draws her lips away from her teeth. It's always hard to tell with that race...

Regardless, the huge lizard stands, its one organic eye blazing challenge. To hear the rumors; they really could stand more then a few blastershots when in a bloodrage, so if she charged...

But she doesnt, raising the shattergun instead and training it in a similar watchful manner on Cyphor. There were few aliens on the frontlines of the Empire's new war. Fewer still in the company of Deathwatch. Oh, yes, she knew who that faction was. Heared the stories told by the other instructors. Hardly a friendly bunch towards Jureel and, subsequently, Jango.

In the pause of the firefight and the flickering lights of the platform, the red sash around the trandoshan's left bicep may finaly be visible. Only one sect on Kamino used that rank marking. The Jedi had hardly been pleased to learn that Jango had followers involved with the clone army. Not just followers; friends. People -he- trusted. Many of them were Republic criminals; survivors of the Mandalorian Wars, mercenaries, smugglers...

The Cuy'val Dar. Those who no longer existed. Clone Commando Sargents. Most had scattered just before Order 66; as if they'd known what was about to happen. Seemed at least one didnt think her part in the war was over. The problem was; Trandoshans were among the first to back the new Empire. So was she a remnant of the past? Or was she training a new, deadly batch of Commandos loyal to the Emperor?

Stay tuned to find out in the next episode! (*ducks!* XD)

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As Keq's mind calmed, he slowed his pursuit of Fett. He hung in the air, visibly tired. He checked the power levels of his suit on his HUD. 75% power reserves.
He spotted the Mythosaur on a platform about 200 yards away. Almost directly below him, he spied Cyphor locked in battle with a Trandoshan. Cutting off power to the his jets, he fell and landed right next to his employer, axe brandished. "Need a hand, sir?"

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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.

(YAY Raziel)

Cyphor shook his head slightly as Keq landed next to him, The Trandoshan hadn't fired either and the odd were with... her he realised with a start. The scatter gun being the more dangerous weapon and he armoured. Diplomacy was not really a strong point of his, though he could spin words as well as a senator when he needed to, it did not always turn out to the effect he was after. Sighing he shook his head more obviously this time, "Trust the force" he muttered under his breath as he lowered the blaster to his side, motioning to Keq to lower his weapon also. "Do we have a reason to be fighting Trandoshan?" Cyphor said as his fur rippled with a slow rhythm.

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UNsane: Its more than a condition, Its my state of being.

Cynner Striker Lacuna

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

The trandoshan's teeth click shut in a menacing glare towards Keq, almost begging him to try it and give her an excuse to dismember him.

"Do we, bothan?" comes the hissed response, "You sstand in contessted territory. Why."

More demand then statement, the lizard's long black claws scrape gently at the sides of the shattergun she holds.

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And to complicate matters? "Sargent!"

Four pale gray ghosts appear from a barely-functioning door leading down into the depths of the Kaminoan fascility. The one in front is leopard-spotted in greens. The second's armor is lined in deep blue, giving the impression of a glow, almost. The third slashed in black. The fourth has red stripes on the exposed parts of his armor, like caution lines.

Clone Commando armor, a full pod of them, raise their blaster rifles as one towards Cyphor and Keq as the trandoshan makes an explosive hissing noise of confusion.

The one in black snaps his rifle back down, and the others follow suit.

"Sargent, check fire, those are friendlies."

A long, throaty cursing noise and the lizard swings its arm at the clones as if turning hostile. She speaks, but in Mando'a, clearly forgetting that Keq might know it, or else she thinks he's just some nutjob that found an intact suit of armor.

"/Seven, five, eight...you live?/"

The green-spackled commando speaks for the lot of them, also in Mando'a, "/Don't ask me, ma'am. Its the Jedi, he did it. Some kind of Force nonsense kept us glued to Two-nine, I think. I'm not going to look a gift bantha in the mouth!/"

Speaking of, the commando in the ashy-black stripes turns towards Cyphor and Keq and removes his helmet. The geonosian spear-scar that bisected the clone's face should identify him to the Jedi from their breif meeting on Corellia. After all; Kal had nearly -shot- Cyphor. But he looks...more alive; standing there with those three other clones.

"Sir...Ah.. Apologies. We got up here as soon as we heared."

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Fenra brought the ship down on another platform near the one that Keq and Cyphor had landed the Delta – 7 on. Darok walked down the ramp, with his light battle suit on, a light blaster clipped to his waist, a few grenades clipped to him, and a grappling hook. He ran to the door leading into the facility. He didn’t have a key, but the door hissed in for him anyways. Darok walked inside Kaminoan facility his suit dripping from the rain, he looked for the hall way that lead in the direction of the other platform, and began walking. The facility seemed quite, except for a few Kaminoan’s walking around busily. He ducked and weaved through the facility making his way slowly to the exit of the platform where Keq and Cyphor were. After a bought five minutes of trying to avoid the Kaminoans, he realized that they were not paying any attention to him, even though they had seen him several times after failed attempts at hiding. Darok walked to the exit leading to the platform. He expected it to open when he got close enough; so he continued his brisk walk and ran right into the door, causing a dull thud to resonate through the hall. Darok shook himself off and began sliding the door open, letting the rain seep in. Darok slipped through the door, and pulled out his blaster training it on the closest Commando who had his back turned to him. He began squeezing the trigger.

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((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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Cyphor lowered the blaster as Kal removed his helmet. "Two-nine... Kal, I'm glad to see you got off Corelia as well. You look better than when I last saw you." Cyphor said as he placed the blaster back into his boot and vibroblade on his back. Straightening from placing the blaster in his boot to hear blaster fire from the doorway and the corrisponding fire from the clones.

(ooc: short I know, but i want to let Raze respond before Cyphor steps in to the situation. )

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UNsane: Its more than a condition, Its my state of being.

Cynner Striker Lacuna

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

(OOC My char shouldn’t be strong enough to fight her, let alone kill her)

Chief 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 bear down on the smaller being; and twin blades cleave the air towards his chest in a blind berserker's rage.

Darok eyes grew wide as the pack exploded sending blue sparks every where. He then ducked rolled behind a pile rubble as the commandos returned a fire back in his direction. The heat from the wave of blaster fire singed his hair, and nicked him on the side of his suit. Once there was a break in the fire, Darok shot back up only to be met with a large trandoshan wielding twin blades. The blades cut threw the padding protecting his chest, before he was able to back pedal out of the way. He then fired two more shots at the killing machine barreling towards him, but lost his balance sending the bolts harmlessly into the sky before he dropped his gun and fell on his back. He turned on his belly and pushed himself up, turning as he did so that he was facing the Trandoshan head on. He didn’t have a sword so he just crouched down into a wrestling position, with his eyes wide with fear as the dual wielding maniac came after him.

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