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Eyes narrowing and his face splitting in to a feral grin beneath his helmet at worthy challenge set out before him, Yom shouldered the blaster and sprinted to cover pausing to take stock of what weapons he had, he had the appropriated blaster rifle, the training pistol, the two blades in his gauntlets, the flame projector in his arm guard and a vibroblade sheathed in his left boot. All things considered, he was very lightly armed and in order to combat the super droids, "I would have love to have explosives for a situation like this" he thought idly as he got ready to engage the droids. "These guys will shred me if I engage them in a straight fight so unconventional tactics are called for..." Looking up Yom saw that the walls of the range extended a good thirty meters in to the air with bits and pieces of cover extending up quite a distance as well. With a brief calculation he stepped up and fired the main thruster of his jetpack. Lifting up and coming in on the droids at an odd angle. He opened fire with disciplined bursts and was able to destroy two of the droids and disable a third's legs. He began to descend towards one of the high pieces of cover and grabbed ahold if it. Though with his grip being weakened from the earlier hit by the stun round, he fumbled the landing, nearly losing his rifle in the process. This also allowed the remaining droids to move and begin firing on his position. He scrambled over top and say there for a moment amongst the chaos of battle thinking of his options. He realized that he would need a distraction in order to get out of this situation. He removed the power pack from his blaster rifle and quickly flipping it around he forced it back in to his blaster rifle and set the power charge to maximum. Hearing the weapon whine under protest and spark he threw it over the edge at one of the droids. It began to track the high energy output of the weapon and fired. The blaster exploded in a flash momentarily scrambling the droids targeting sensors, which was all the time that Yom needed to take back the advantage. He descended like an eagle on a column of flame and buried the twin blades through the heavy armor plating of its chest the two remaining droids targeted him and opened fire and Yom ducked behind the still standing remains of the droid that he just defeated, using it as makeshift cover. But they kept firing and when the droid was almost reduced to pieces Yom sprinted away, towards new cover but in the process took two blaster bolts in the jetpack. Warning messages began to glow in his HUD and a guttural whine began to make itself known from the pack. Yom slapped the emergency release on his harness and kicked the pack away from his person. luckily it did not explode. Letting out a sigh of relief he drew the training pistol and returned his attention to the two remaining droids who were advancing slowly on his position. Seeing only one option left and trusting in his skill, Yom snapped out of cover in a crouch to minimize his target area and opened fire on the targets. He grunted as three stun rounds impacted on his armor his supporting leg gave out on him numb from the electricity long with a bolt that paralyze his shooting arm, the last round impacted on his chest and he nearly blacked out from the pain. Forcing himself to focus he saw that one of the two bots was damaged but crawling towards him with an effort of will he raised his off hand and triggered the verbal command to activate the Flame Projector and crisped the bot. with the last target neutralized he crawled back behind cover and sat with his pistol resting in a ready position giving himself a moment recover before standing and getting in to a ready position determined to continue as long as he could. as was the mandalorian way.

Looking over to his captain removed his helmet grinned and said. "as my old teachers used to say 'nothing ventured, nothing gained' I will take your wager captain, though i would ask that you let me gather my equipment, so that i might give you some challange. a weak showing would reflect badly on me. and i would not want that."

After a while she walked in and looked at the stationary targets. Hoshi took one of her knives out of her sleeve and threw it at the target. It landed just inside the center circle. She retrieved it and repeated the same thing about twenty times. Each time it hit within the center circle. When she pulled it out the last time she ended up grabbing a little to far up and got a little cut on her right index finger. She cursed as she found the first aid kit and took care of the cut. Sure it was little but she had learned that it only takes a small cut to cause problems.

In the same area sat a very inebriated Echani. In his leafy camouflage, he silently watched the shots. He sat to have a nap against the wall, but Of course their happened to be a visitor, their are always bloody visitors. Marxus kept his inebriated peace though. He was not so out of it, to make a full of himself...yet. The Juma juice was not really doing much so far though. He might put some other debauched ingredients to help him lose lucidity. For now though the drink was doing it's job in keeping out his memories. Though his senses were still keen. He saw her movements before they moved a few times. His ability to read body language was still intact it would seem. This was strange, because he was seeing two Twi-leks. Hmm sisters? Can't really tell. Oh Sith's blood, I need another drink Then he took a swig out of his canister.

Oh look, it's a diehard. Have not seen one of those before he thought sarcastically. In truth this Twilek was not really anything new before him. Just another possible whore in a galaxy filled with Twilek whores. Then again, that could just be the Juma talking... If he really wanted to attack the Twilek, he would have done so by now. In fact, he was not hiding. So in response to the 'sneaking might get you killed' thing. He merely showed his mighty middle finger. In all it's glory, it has the capacity to show just how much I simply do not give one credit of bantha poo doo.

After that brief moment he turned to his side, trying to drown out miss shoots-a lot. Still though keeping a wary eye on her all the same.

When the Twi-lek spun, she would find that Marxus was not even there to where she was shooting. As soon as Marxus saw her muscles flex to the turn he already rolled away to safety. Her body language told him that he hit a nerve with his crude sign languageOr did I hit a Techlu? It really did not matter. His finished roll had him still laying down now. To which he took another sip, slapping his buttocks in her direction mockingly. As usual paying close attention to her.

Thank god the whore left. Wonder why she shot at me? Eh, does not matter. Finally Marxus could snooze in peace. A dreamless sleep. No nightmares, no phantoms. Sweet bliss. Using this time to finally recover his mental aches and pains. The peaceful solace.