How boring to be a bullet in peacetime. (Open to whoever can find a way in)

[Tsar Fire]

In her room in the Imperial research facility located on the fringes of populated space; an area rife with pirates, newly found worlds, and chaos, 113 was staring at the ceiling again.

It wasn't quite uniform. There were a few cracks by one of the lights... and she was wondering what was on the other side. Space?

Common sense said no, but she wondered.

There were no exercises today; officially. There would be a drill, she was certain. There always was a drill on off days.

Maybe lunch would be good; but today was Wednesday. So no. Lunch would be bad.

She didn't like that.

...

The life support hummed distantly.

....

What was up there, anyways?

 

[Number-75]

The night before, an asteroid quietly approached the planet. However, on the asteroid was a small ship, nearly undetected compared to the asteroid. It was running dark and only the life support system was online. As the asteroid reentered the atmosphere, it began breaking apart and the small pieces tumbled apart. Nobody ever noticed how one of the chunks broke off in a unnatural fashion and land in a heavily forested area.

The Riptide had been stuck to that asteroid for days and had been using it's thrusters to push the asteroid toward the planet. The ship quietly landed and stayed silent until morning broke, which was when Seth woke up in the pilot seat. After making sure that the ship had made through the re-entry intact and undamaged, he stood up and put on his helmet. He went to the dog den and made sure that the autofeeder had at least a month of food before petting all of them. "OK, I'll be back in a day, alright mates? Now, Stay put."

Seth walked down the stairs and into the airlock, which doubled as a mini armory. Strapping on his backpack, axe, knives, pistols, rifle, and his shotgun, he made sure all the equipment was strapped down before walking into the cargo bay. He opened a pen and activated four of his Wolf droids. "All right mates, here's how it's gonna work. We got to attack some Imperial research facility for some GA spook. Got it? Now let's roll out."

The cargo door lowered and Seth mounted his motorbike, while the droids behind him switched to their wheels. The four of them drove out, 5 sets of wheels tearing the dirt in a straight line towards the facility, barely a sound besides the quiet whine of electric motors audible in the dark forest.

 

[Tsar Fire]

With a sigh, she swung her feet off the bed, hearing them touch the floor with an audible clang.

Rising, she left her room, wandering the halls of the barracks facility. The other pilots were in their rooms, probably staring at the lights or the walls.

How could they be so... content? Why didn't they wonder what was on the other side of the doors which the scientists came through...

What was beyond their training yards and mess hall?

Mess hall. Food.

Bad food, but... food.

With a determined expression, 113 set off. Maybe something was left from Tuesday.

 

[Cisco]

Inside the coffin like capsule there was nothing but the sound of light breathing and the occasional small light as it descended towards the planet moved solely by its gravitational pull. The pod had just been fired moments earlier by a transport ship that had dropped out of hyperspace and just as quickly dropped out.

The sole occupant was simply waiting when a monitor in front of him blinked to life and began to display a video. A video of a fairly well dressed man in a suit sitting behind a desk. "Howard."He began. "You already know your objectives but I'll go over them again." He cleared his throat. "The place you are being sent to is an Imperial weapons facility of some sort. We don't know quite what is in there but we, the company I represent, want to know what is inside. You won't be getting much support and if you are caught we don't know you. Remember, you volunteered for this, try not to get yourself killed." The video feed cut out. "Will do."

The pod began to rattle and shake as it entered the atmosphere. a cone of fire beginning to burn up the sides and the once quiet pod being filled with the sound of screaming winds and rapid burning as the speeds exceeded Mach 3. Within minutes it closed in with the ground. Explosions could be heard as the very top of the capsule burst off, a large white chute deploying, shaking the pod once more. Within moments it was followed by another as the bottom of the capsule was shot off, Rockets firing from below to slow the rapid descent before quickly burning out. Bolts along the sides of the capsule exploded and pushed the whole thing apart and falling to the ground below as Howard was left to slowly parachute down to the surface.

 

[Tsar Fire]

"Sorry hon, but our most recent supply convoy is a week late. Until it shows up, you can't get snacks whenever you want them; the local vegetation is even worse than what we serve on Wednesdays. It would make you sick."

Want food. Hungry....

"Don't make that face; I can't help it girl... why don't you step outside and take your mind off things?"

"Okay..."

The playground was behind the mess hall, and consisted of a bunch of exercises to help them all Stay Healthy. They could run obstacle courses or dodge automated turret sections with real stun weaponry.

Today though, she just looked up at the sky; willing it to be new and interesting.

To her surprise, it was. There was a pretty red cloud on the horizon, and she watched it appreciatively.

Then she willed better food to show up; though that ended in disappointment. You never knew though... There might be more lights...

Sitting on top of one of the automated guns that had been smashed a few days ago, she hugged her knees to her chest and watched the sky.

 

[Arm514ve]

Hibirar sat in the co-pilots seat of a Mandalorian Prowler Dropship designed for stealth and reconnaissance. The vessel was launched from the dark side of the planets moon from a Mandalorian Prowler Class Frigate and headed for the planet on inertia to any sensors they would just seem like a small meteor entering the atmosphere. Hibirar taped the pilot on the shoulder before moving to the back compartment where there insertion squad was. The turbulence starting to increase as they entered the atmosphere. “Alright you all know the music time to dance.” Hibirar said equipping a high altitude low opening pack. He grabbed his Mandalorian Special operations Helmet and put it on. The heads up display showing the other four members of his teams vitals, the rest of the team stood up as the cabins light turned green and the aft door began to open, the pilot coming through there com’s.

“Were approaching the drop point you all good to go, give me a call when you need pick up I’ll set her down several clicks from the facility.... Ready...Drop!”

With the command from the Pilot the five Mandalorians jumped from the Drop ship over the facility. The sun started to creep over the horizon, and they were on course to land in near what appeared from above to be a training area. “Deploy Chutes” Five round parachutes could be barley seen. “Were behind schedule, so let’s make this quick.” Hibirar said, watching the confirmation flashes from his heads up display from his other squad members.

 

[Rev]

The metallic halls of the interior compound nearly brought the smuggler to a sickening dizziness. Every turn was like a picture from the previous hall, yet his still recalled the exit through his mind; left, left, right, stright, left, right. It was his survival instincts, it had gotten him out of tight places countless times before and he was sure if it came down to it, his escape to the hanger would be no different.

The scientist he so casually strolled next to had hired the smuggler for a simple run. He was to steal some various medical supplies from an Alliance medical lab and return it to this compound; well here he was, waiting for payment. The mustached man smirked back through his spectacles. The bald spot atop his head was traced along with a thin layer of hair resembling a bushy horse shoe. The man would bite down on his lower lip before speaking.

"...ehhhnd, I think that is all? Your sum of 3,000 credits as promised along with the other supplies. Anything else?"

Traask's head shook, his demeanor remained cold; a shroud of the man he truly was. His gaze went out through a rare window within the Imperial Scientists would-be office.

"Then shall we be on our way?"

The egghead motioned towards the door, his legs carrying him to lead Traask out, urging him to leave the "secret" compound. It was however what Traask was looking at that caught his interest. A young woman hugging her legs, alone in the small playground. It was the only thing he could see, and his immediate thoughts went back to Ord Mantell and those countless hours he spent alone in the junkyards; his "playground."

The scientist would grip at Nadill's arm, his nails gripping at the Rancor hide jacket. The weaker man gave his arm a tug, but it didn't budge. He was deep in thought, and his body wasn't moving from position until he had a question answered. Traask's gaze would break and meet the Imperial's.

"Odd. A girl alone outside such a compound.."

The scientist began motioning towards the window, several guards peeking out to see what it was exactly Traask was looking at.

"..Who is she? Why is she here?"

The scientist fumbled with words before finally baffling out a coherent sentence.

"Sh-she's unknown to me.. Separate from my experiments.."

"Experiments?"

He'd never been a fan of testing, but on a woman that couldn't be any older than himself brought a turn to the bounty hunter's stomach. He swallowed that pit that was forming and pushed past the thought of putting a bolt into the scientists forehead, he wouldn't make it out of the room.

"I'd like to meet her."

The scientist again began shuffling, unsure if he even could. It went to show the secrecy of each individual sector of the compound. No two scientists seemed to have the same information, a vast web all built upon the foundations of an idea, then finally sent to that very inventor. It's how Traask imagined it to be in the short seconds between his statement and the nervous doctor's agreeance. It wouldn't be long and he'd be escorted outside to perhaps interact with the girl, his mind wondered if the two had anything in common. Then the cold side of him quickly erased any memory of it away. Why was he doing this?

 

[Tsar Fire]

Hmmm. Flowers. Why were they in the sky?

...

The sound of a door opening cut into her musings, and 113 turned to see a man, escorted by a scientist, entering the playground. He was, at least, steered around the minefield.

Her hopes fell. Scientists never showed up for drills. Maybe this was another test?

Rising, she hopped down to the ground, her feet sinking slightly into the soft earth. She was clad in a tight fitting feedback suit: it could read her biometric information and also provided support in high G situations, as well as ballistic defense; though it was better in that capacity when the armor was overlaid.

Her unkempt black hair hung down, barely touching her shoulders, and her angular face tweaked in a childish smile.

She saluted as the man approached, and then reported.

"113 AK: BDS project Archangel. Status Normal: At full Readiness."

Rich red eyes danced over the man, taking in every detail. He looked; strange. Different. Odd... Interesting; like the flowers in the sky.

Today was turning out to be... eventful.

 

[Rev]

"Traask let me present to you 1..."

"113 AK: BDS project Archangel. Status Normal: At full Readiness."

The feminine voice filled the silence that "echoed" in the background. Her voice was.. different, but had that humble quality that one expected in a female. He could tell by looking at her she was no ordinary girl.

"Hmm.."

The almost inaudible sound that vibrated the bounty hunters lips awoke him from his trance. His eyes went back to tracing over her morphed body, the framework screaming cybornetic enhancements were in place. Traask would look at the scientist for a long second before breaking his gaze, he'd pull the bill of his hat down over his eyes, veiling his face as he often did before looking back to Archangel.

"Purpose?"

His feet carried him around her, like a buzzard stalking a dead carcass. It allowed his eyes to take in everything her enhancements had to offer, she was far from ordinary. He'd stop at her side, using his stance to look across at the lab coat dressed man. Nodding for him to take his leave the scientist would head back into the compound, the guards staying. He wanted to see what exactly he was smuggling in for the Empire..

 

[Number-75]

Seth neared the facility. As he did, he pulled a line on his backpack. From his back, one of the four Hawkeyes ejected forward and he snatched it out of the air, loading it into his right vambrace, and launched it, sending it in the sky. After repeating this process three more times, the Hawkeye's cameras linked to his helmet HUD over a secure connection that he had programmed. After they reached an altitude of 10000 feet, their four cameras came online and showed him a few things. The first of which was that there was at least six more raiders on their way to the facility. He frowned. Unless that GA spook hired more then he said, then the only reason those people were there was the same as his. They were going to raid the base. The 2nd was the facility's layout. A lot of it was probably underground, since the cameras only spotted several buildings and a training yard. There seemed to be a few people in the yard. Without another word, he signaled the four Wolves at his beckoning, flicked the speakers on, and they all accelerated.

It was a quiet day at the east security gate. So far, the four guard stationed there had seen nothing out of the ordinary. Suddenly, from the distance, a loud rumbling noise was heard. The guard looked around for the source when they spotted a five sets of lights, charging straight for them. Before they could hit the alarm, a hailstorm of blaster bolts and high caliber bullets slammed into them. The security station was torn to shreds by the AP .50 rounds while all the guards station outside were cut down by the ruby blaster bolts.

The Wolf's formerly white skin was now coated by a grey urban camouflage and the entire raid group was in a reverse arrowhead, with two Wolves on the edges and the bike in the back. The four droids crashed into the gate and smashed it apart, letting the bike in unscathed.

Seth kicked the stand on his back and shut it off. It won't operate for anyone but him, and he had two more anyways. As he pulled the two tomahawks from the holders on the bike, the four Wolves turned and looked at him with their single red camera eyes. He unslung his rifle and set the armor speakers to an extremely low volume. "OK, Delta Four, take point, Delta Two, take rear defense position, Delta One and Three, take my sides. Let's go." With that, the five of them began to look for the administration building, in hopes of finding a map. The path traveled put them out of sight from any potential snipers.

 

[Tsar Fire]

Purpose?

Did the man not know? She didn't... necessarily. He had been brought by the scientist, so the colonel had to have cleared him... she wasn't doing anything wrong...

The truth then. As she had read on a report stolen from the colonel's office.

"Orbital and Terrestrial theater dominance. Tactical flexibility and concentrated firepower. This unit is to operate and employ the BDS Powered Exo-Skeleton system in combat situations in order to ascertain the cost effectiveness of such a weapons platform. Model 113 is assigned to the Archangel class BDS; further testing is pending. Results: Uncertain."

She remained stiffly at attention as the man prowled about her and the scientist left, leaving two of the faceless men. Men who hid behind masks.

She didn't like them. The status indicator on her spinal tap, obscured by her hair, flickered between green and red as she paged the Archangel's status through the base systems.

Operational. That was always comforting; as if a part of her was whole again.

She glanced at the man as he prowled past.

What was going on? Was this an inspection? It was odd; he hadn't asked her to undress yet, and there was no medical staff... what was this then?

 

[Cisco]

After he had touched down Howard continued on foot towards the compound in a full run as he had approached. Luckily though he had only landed but a mere two kilometers away. It didn't take him long to get there though as within seven minutes he was now kneeling down on one knee beside a tree outside the compound. Looking over it with his own augmented eyes, zooming in on key points and such.

The compound was huge to say the least. And as his eyes zoomed over the place he could spot out sniper towers as well as cameras that watched over. This wouldn't be something that a few people could take alone. No, This was a place that probably had enough bodies and sites to defend itself for a while if things got heated. From where he was sitting there was only one way in with a single sniper who appeared to be sleeping overlooking the area between him and the gate which had a camera behind pivoting back and forth.

Taking a deep breath he burst off into a sprint towards the compound. A jump and a rapid pull later he had flung himself over and several feet past the eight foot tall fence and onto the ground in a roll that seen him quickly get up and press against the wall, Watching as the camera pivoted back. Thankfully, it seemed he hadn't been noticed at all. Once it had pivoted back the other way he took into a quick run as he ran to his left and disappeared through a door into the compound one that lucky for him wasn't locked.

Inside he quickly ducked in behind a crate and looked around himself as he pushed his finger to his ear. It seemed to be a storage warehouse of some sort. Wooden crates stacked around, fluorescent lights along the roof, cat walks all above them. Nobody seemed to be around. "This is Number two, I have successfully entered, Continuing as planned." He removed his hand from his ear, killing his transmission, before standing up and starting around the warehouse, trying to find the exit to another area.

 

[Rev]

The words she procured were odd, yet he understood each of them; to some extent. His mind tried to put together the few pieces of the puzzle that had been handed to him. It was when he stood behind her and to her side that he noticed the flickering light on her back, only barely. Part of him wanted to reach out and touch the light, but his gut told him it'd be a bigger mistake than he'd take it for.

"..and what are you?"

He walked around her to face her from the front. He stood almost as close to her face as possible. His neck had to curl, looking downward at her, his six foot framework towering over her own. She looked like a child to him, but again; things were not always as they seemed. His wrist gaunt beeped and he was forced to give it a quick inspection; his gut was turning with that "bad feeling" ache. His eyes this time looked to the sky, a memory of Ord Mantell filling his mind. It was after his father had passed, he'd run away, away to be alone.. always alone..

"Unique.."

His eyes focused in on the faint stars that had been forming in the dusk sky. The sun was still shining outward, making them glimmers of what they could be in complete darkness.

"..every one of them.. Different than the next.."

His mind was screaming to shut up, he hadn't spoken to anyone to this extent in what felt like years, let alone a complete stranger. Some experiment that the Empire had procured for naval dominance at that..

"..have you ever been close to one?"

His eyes still stared blankly into the sky. He was simply speaking outward to anyone that would listen, and since she was the "only" one there, it was her his speech was directed towards. Something about a life brought up as a pawn to another being's selfish uses angered him, it reminded him of all the work his mother had done only for it to be snatched away for no valuable reason. He needed to get his mind elsewhere, and he reached out with the only question on his mind.

"Why are you here?"

 

[spartan 094]

Cyrus was so far not pleased by what was going on at this research facility. They were behind schedule by what he had seen from walking around the base. He had come with an Imperial officer and a squadron of Storm Troopers. His mission was to see if the project was still on track and to see if the facility was well worth the money. His higher up was not happy with the reports they got and so he was sent to make sure things got back into shape. He was to take command of the Storm Troopers by killing the officer sent with him and the Commader of the base if he felt like they were not doing there job right. But he was also there to make sure no one else killed them but Cyrus.

Cyrus was growing tired of the meeting with the facility commander and his higher ranking friend talking about things he did not really care to much about. He left while they were fighting about how to get things back on track. He asked them to record it for him to listen to it later and for him to give to his sith master about what had taken place here. He also put a hidden recording camera device down before he left. But everything about this base pissed him off. He ended up killing three guards and warning many others to get their act into gear. How he hated the living, they could be lazy creators but fear would put them back into place.

Cyrus was walking down a hall reading his data pad about what they were doing here. He was actually pleased by it. Robotics had always held a fascination to him. They were not really living beings but these were also not 100% robots also. Cyrus then looked up seeing one of the subjects first hand. It was a little girl talking to some man. Wait some Man, The commander said there was going to be no tests today because they were here for the next three days to get things back on track. He then notices the scientist walking away from the area. “Hey” he cried out to the scientist. “What is that man doing near the test ah what the hell.” He said then went to yell at the girl and the man. “What is he doing talking to you, Umm one thirteen and back away from her NOW.” he said while reaching for his yellow light saber. He was going to take this man as a threat. He had already seen that this place had many problems.

 

[Arm514ve]

Hibirar zoomed in on the yard below and noticed the girl. "A girl? tch Imperials have no morals." Hibirar said out loud and then noticed she looked right up at them. his heart stopped for a beat fearing they might have been noticed, she seemed to have been called but as she spoke to another person who walked towards her seemed to walk in a weird path, he activated his visors tactical vision detecting small explosive devices under the ground and since no one was shooting at them yet it seemed they weren't revealed. he activated his com. "Alright land on the roof target the com towers before breaching, we don't want them calling for help. Blue team you're in charge of that Red your with me." he said as they touched down on one of the spire roofs of the facility. two mandalorians split off and repelled down the side of the tower making there way for the com tower, to set charges. "Two set up here your our eyes out here and cover if push comes to shove snipe all of them but don't kill the girl, One with me." Hibirar said shouldering his rifle and taking out a cutting torch, and started cutting his way into the roof of the building."Sir" one of the mandalorians with them said setting up his sniper rifle, and activating his thermal tracker "Three, Four, status?"

"Cutting in now sir we'll be in in ten."

"Rodger in out before they know we were here, got it Stealth fields on and engage only if you have to." a confirmation flash blinked on his HUD indicating his second team was ready to go on his signal.

 

[Tsar Fire]

Blissfully ignorant of the hell that would soon be unleashed by all comers, 113 obeyed the orders promptly. She didn't know what she had done wrong, but it didn't hurt to be safe...

Stepping quickly away from the man, she turned to the newcomer. He was odd too.

What an interesting day.

Her arm snapped into a rigid salute, as she replied in that alto voice. "Yes sir! This man is asking me questions sir."

She didn't know the answer to the other's questions, but she turned towards him, and replied.

"I am test subject 113 for BDS project Archangel. I am here to test the viability of a combat platform."

What else could he mean? What was he trying to say.

The lights on her neck flickered as she pulled up all possible matches for what the new stranger was holding in his hand; increasingly certain it was a weapon.

Was there going to be a drill today after all?

 

[Cisco]

As he circumnavigated his way around the Warehouse he found a soldier walking around with a clipboard, evidently taking stock of what they had. He stood beside a stack of crates and looked around to the person, Watching as he took a few steps up and checked each crate before scrawling something down on the board. He waited for a moment, Waiting for him to begin writing something down before charging forward in a run. He stopped just before getting there and reared back his fist, using his forward momentum to put his weight behind his punch. Howard had caught the man right in the side of the face as he was turning around, causing him to fall to the floor unconscious. Small chunks of white that one could assume were teeth clinking to the ground moments after.

Reaching down he grabbed the mans Blaster Rifle before stepping over his body and continuing on his way out the warehouse as fast as his feet could take him. He dodged around a crate, a pillar, and something else he didn't even know what it was called before coming to the door that he pushed through. He had found himself in a relatively open large area that had a walkway going from one end to the other with grass on each side of it. There were maybe a dozen people in lab coats either under trees, sitting on benches, or just plain talking to one another.

It was painfully obvious that he wasn't going to be able to get past this without being seen by anybody. A strange guy in a black trench coat wasn't going to be able to sneak past. With a resigned sigh the Sunglass like displays closed over his eyes and a computerized womans like voice came on.

"Initiating Combat Mode."

Brief strings of code flashed over the glasses before opening up with multiple things in the corners. Among them a counter that identified there as being eight people ahead of him. Raising the gun he slowly walked forward and began to open fire. Starting with those closest to possibly exits and farthest away, each brief trigger pull firing off multiple bolts and ending a life quick as that. They began to panic and run but soon enough they were all dead laying face down with burn holes in their once pristine white robes.

He lowered his gun and continued onwards, briefly stopping to pick up a security card that read 'Level Two' on it before continuing on. Moments after a alarm had gone off. A long blaring alarm like that which warned of incoming gas attacks in the seconds world war.

"There is an intruder in the base. Position unknown. Multiple shots have been fired somewhere in the south end."

"Son of a Bitch."

 

[Syn]

Mistral stood leaning against a wall, he had come with his men to oversee what was happening and get things back on schedule. At least that was before he had seen what was here. He had expected weapons but children were way beyond his idea of a weapon. Slowly Mistral pushed off a wall when one of his men reported that the sith who had come with them was killing people. He really hated how things were going. First a stupid private and now a sith acolyte with issues. What else could possibly go wrong as he came down the hall and looked at the sith speaking with his hand on his blade. While master and anything above acolytes were his superior well this guy was under his commander. "You know kid, your master might be in charge but you while here are serving under me. So if you get anymore notions about killing our men wipe them from your mind. Or I'll run this blade through your little black heart is that understood."

Slowly Mistral looked up and at the child they had been experimenting on as he spoke in a command. "Get out of the yard and come here now please, then follow me 113." With a look of indignation Mistral sneered. She didn't even have a name he could call her just a designation it was sickening as he turned around with his men flanking him and heard the alarm. Quickly Mistral moved as he shouted back at the girl. "Move now double time, we're getting you and the others to the dormitories." Quickly Mistral took out his blaster as he motioned for the girl to come to him and spoke to his men. "All of you arm up, if we have an intruder I want him captured and interrogated. So shoot to wound and maim, no kill shots unless it is needed." Slowly Mistrals men nodded as they broke up and went towards the armory most grabbing protective forearm energy shields as Mistral was handed one from his second who ran back down the hall to join the men. Quickly Mistral slapped it onto his bracer and looked at Cyrus and spoke. "Now you can hurt people who are the enemy understood or do I have to write it out for you?"

 

[Rev]

"..Left, left, right, straight, left, right.."

The memory of his escape was the only memory to fill his mind as the Sith approached the two. It was the evil man's chilling voice that snapped Traask back to reality, his cold demeanor rushing over his "opening" personality. As the cyborg side-stepped and called out to the newcomers his body turned and his stocky frame would come to fruition to the Sith Acolyte.

"..and who are you?"

The thought had procured within Nadill's mind, a thought that never projected outward. His eyes simply stared outward at the dark figure, his own cold eyes piercing through the newcomer in a way that threatened violence. The withdraw of a lightsaber was only enough to further his "threat level."

It was at that instant his head dropped slowly, almost as if to say "I'm calm." Tilting his hat upward it allowed his face to be seen by Cyrus; most notably his eyes which were checking out the utility belt that lie on his own waist. His eyes stared intently on the modified blaster pistol holstered on his hip; it'd take less than a second to draw the repeater and unleash a flurry of blaster bolts unlike anything he was sure the ill-trained acolyte had ever saw.

It was at that moment his attention was turned to his peripherals. Letting his gaze fall upon 113 his only reaction was to shake his head. She wasn't worth the trouble of getting the Sith as enemies and possibly the Empire on his tail. Just as he opened his mouth to speak an alarm chimed, alerting him to someone's presence. The voice that came over a loud intercom notified everyone within the compound of the situation. It was at that moment the same thought pushed its way into the smugglers mind..

"...Left, left, right, straight, left, right..."

 

[Number-75]

Seth's live feed of the facility from his Hawkeye droids revealed that all six raiders had landed successfully. Also, there seemed to be a few more people in the training yard. Whatever was in there must be pretty important for such a large gaggle of people to gather. As he watched, he noted how the group of 5 were all Mandalorians, watching as two rappelled down the building and make their way to what were possibly com towers while two more were breaching the roof of the building they had landed on. The last one was setting up a sniper position. Judging from that fact and the assumption that the building was important because the Mandalorians were breaching it. With the new information in mind, Seth made his way to another building, one that wouldn't be occupied. The last thing he needed was competition. After a few seconds of deliberation, he made his way to the south end. It seemed there was a few office buildings there.

As he made his way to the south end, he spotted a large open area in the office building area. He watched with some interest as a man in what appeared to be a long coat of sorts slaughter a group of people in what appeared to be lab coats. The man stopped in front of one of the bodies and entered an office building. Looking at the live feed, he noted with interest that the office building he had entered was the one that was right next to him, albeit a different entrance. A moment later he heard alarms going off. Frowning, he entered the office building, the four droids entering a single file, with two in front of him and two behind him as they entered the more narrow office hallways, the one in front crouching a bit so the guns of the one behind them were capable of firing.