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In a more level-headed state of mind, Saul wouldn't have simply stood in front of the door and make himself such an easy target. However his aggression did have it's tactical advantages. As the door slid open he began readying a powerful Force Push to deal with the Mandalorian he sensed as being in the center of the group. He was caught off guard when one of the inaccurately fired virpine rounds clipped his left side, slightly above his hip. The armor he was wearing helped to slow the projectile and deflect most of the shards safely to the side, however a few managed to pierce through. The sharp pain diluted his focus, but increased his anger. Instead of a focused assault to knock the leader back several meters, the resultant Force Wave staggered the whole group.
Simultaneously, the fired frag grenade was detonated via it's proximity detonator. Although Saul didn't realize it at the time, Master Rathru had just saved his life. A quick Force Barrier was able to distribute the momentum of the shrapnel evenly across his whole body, rather than just the impact points, knocking him backwards through the air and his lightsaber out of his hand, but preventing any damage. With a bit of help from the Force, he was able to guide himself to land safely behind a large control console.
The three remaining Mandos quickly regained their balance and had begun firing again, but Saul wasn't done, not by a long shot. Standing up from behind the console, Saul extended his left hand and willed the Force to bind itself around the left Mando, his blaster clattered to the floor as he flew to hang in front of the Jedi, serving as a human shield. Extending his right he crushed the neck of the Mando on the right. This left only the leader of the group. Saul was curious to see what he would do, would he fire on his on comrade to attempt to kill him, or would he try to talk his way out?
Things began happening so fast that the average soldier would have had to focus all of his efforts just on keeping up with the events occurring around him.
But Nephill was on.
Like a lightswitch.
Everything seemed to happen in slow-mo, and he watched the Jedi duck and weave to avoid the deadly Verpine rounds - causing him no shortage of frustration. The one round that evaded his defenses seemed to barely even cause any injury. Only the Jedi's fast thinking prevented the grenade at his feet from blowing him into ash - the high explosive round was deflected and dissipated as the Jedi flew unharmed to land hard several meters away.
The three Mandalorians pressed their advantage automatically, able to shoot a few blasts before the female Zabrak was Force-pulled in front of the Jedi as a shield. The Mandalorians stopped firing on instinct, and Nephill was moving forward to initiate a plan even as he heard his comrade's neck break with a sickening crack.
It was clear that this Jedi wasn't going down easy. And the fact that he was trying to be cunning by using shields....made his blood boil.
It was fact to the Mandalorian this was going to be tricky - but Nephill was a tricky man. Years of experience and methods from all over the galaxy would be thrown at the Jedi mercilessly.
As soon as he saw his vod being lifted off her feet, Nephill was in action. Without waiting to see what tricks the Jedi was planning, he raised his wrist and launched a combo set of poison darts that would travel stuck together, and split into three when they reached a proximity of 20 inches to a programmed target. Each dart was about the size of a finger, with most of it take up by a thick, high-penetration delivery needle that could punch through medium armor and deliver its agent into the victim's skin. Each dart contained a dose of poison high enough to cause temporary paralysis. Within three seconds of it entering the victim's bloodstream (or muscles, where it would reach the body more slowly, delayed by two seconds), the victim's muscles would begin to spasm uncontrollably, causing them to collapse; after twenty seconds of seizure-like, body-wide spasms, the victim's muscles would seize violently and then freeze, and the victim would go as limp as if their brain stem had been severed, unable to move even their eyes. The darts moved faster then the rate at which the Jedi was moving Neph's Zabrak sister, and would connect with his body before the shield would be in place.
But Neph wasn't done yet. As soon as the darts were launched, he was activating plan 2. The crack of his vod's neck snapping struck at his gut as he blinked in his buy'ce's HUD, activating a second system on his wrist.
The Jedi would suffer him. Jabbing the nozzle right at the Jedi's face a mere meter away, gas began shooting out of his wrist launcher, custom-selected among several that Neph carried. The gas was pressure-launched to rapidly dissipate into a massive, yet thick cloud of toxic gas.
The gas was a weaponized variant of some naturally occurring chemical compound - some planet out near Kargis if Neph remembered correctly. No matter. The gas filled the entire control room in a thick, vibrant green cloud of roiling smoke, letting no one in the room escape from its cold embrace - this dissipation taking a mere two seconds from the moment Neph began releasing it.
This particular chemical agent was a nasty one. As soon as one gulp of it entered the body, the strong, acrid smelling gas would blister the respiratory tissue it came into contact with, causing the victim extreme pain from simple exhalation and inhalation - although this wouldn't kill. Upon reaching the lungs, which would transfer the gas to the blood, the body's pulmonary system would complete this distribution of the chemical agent, and promptly result in a massive inflammatory reaction. Burning hot blisters would erupt throughout the victim's skin, causing insurmountable pain. Every inch of the victim's body would swell and split open as if sliced open with a red-hot sword.
The Zabrak Mandalorian was worth her salt, and like Nephill, both had helmet systems that would filter the chemical agent from their own air supply (The gas particles were actually quite large by a molecular scale, and would be easily taken care of by a filtration system). Their helmets were pressure sealed onto their neck gorgets (to prevent decapitation) so that not one bit of the gas could penetrate their own defenses.
Both attacks were swift, extremely fast, and extremely deadly threats that the Jedi would be hard-pressed to meet both. Neph was counting on at least one pushing through, either of which would incapacitate the Jedi completely but not kill him for several minutes - allowing the Mandalorian to finish him off in a manner he deserved of.
But Neph had a backup plan for even this. Reaching to his back, he drew his sheathed beskad with a cool shhrrpp noise, the result of the cool strill leather making contact with the five-times folded pure beskar sword.
A family heirloom, the hilt glistened with Krayt Dragon Pearls and pure gold, and Neph adopted a ready stance as he watched the largest cloud of gas be pushed away by the room's slow, automated, constant air filtration system, and readied his next move.