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As the shuttle swerved from the debris of the former starships Ryleer merely stood still, tightly clinching an armbar with his left hand, and holding his heavy repeater down with his right arm. He shifted his weight as the shuttle leaned left, and right, trying his best to stay up right. He hated being transported through a intense dog fight like this. He felt so helpless. He'd be more comfortable if he just jumped out there, and tried to fist fight the battleships. But of course the Boss would probably look down upon that.

Then it finally happened, they got the green light after what seemed like forever. He slightly grinned when Dredd offered to pay the bar tab if someone shot Russ. "Oh come on, let's not shoot him. Snapping his neck like a twig is more fun." He stated, slightly joking. He watched as they all leaped out of the shuttle, one by one. He chuckled slightly when Enu'falu told him to keep up. "Don't worry about me little one, just try not to get shot...or lost. It's more fun gloating to you when I kill the most." He smirked.

When it was his turn to leap out, he merely, and calmly walked off the edge. As he rushed down towards the ground he held his legs together, and his arms to his side, looking like a bomb being dropped onto the planet. He ignored the explosions of the other ships, and shock troopers around him as he focused on the ground below him. When debris flew in his path he merely shot at it with his heavy repeater rather then course correction.

As he approached the ground at an alarming rate, he began to start up his thrusters. He waited til the last possible moment to begin slowing his descent. He began approaching the ground, with a thick treeline in his way. He pointed his blaster at the treeline, and carved himself a way through the branches. He landed on the grounded hard, with a thunderous thud. He stood up, and observed his surroundings. All looked clear for the moment.

"Mynock Two reporting in." He stated over the comm. "I'm en route to your position Boss. ETA four minutes..." His radar went off as blips showed up. He could hear rustling in the bushes behind him, and turned to face it. Four men came out of the bushes, each pointing their blasters at him. "There's one of the bastards! Put your weapons down, and we might not kill you!" A middle aged man ordered. Ryleer glanced at the men, and sighed. "Better make that five."

Ryleer noticed one of the men, a young man barely in his twenties, shaking as he faced the Zabrak. This made Ryleer chuckle. In one move he turned around, and lite up the men with a flurry of blaster bolts from his repeater. The last man to be shot managed to fire off one bolt, which grazed Ryleer's helmet, leaving a single scorch mark. He walked over to the fallen bodies of the men, and tapped on their feet to check to see if they were still breathing. The youngest man was barely alive, taking in deep, painful, and shallow breaths.

He weezed as he looked up at Ryleer. "Rest easy. You died in honorable battle, not everyone gets, or deserves that." He stated as he pulled out his pistol. He shot the man in the head, ending his brief suffering. Ryleer holstered his pistol, and returned to the task at hand. "Had a couple of locals to deal with. Kill counts already up to four. There's no shame in giving up now." He smirked as he walked towards where Rika ordered them to meet up.
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