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Prudii, personally, was wearing a set of Arbitrator P.A.K. armor, including the helmet. It was a disposable set of armor to him, one he would toss away after this op was done. In his hands he could feel the heft of a light repeating blaster. Outfitted with a high capacity clip, and rapid fire, the blaster could shred through soft targets.
He took a step forward and inhaled, reaching the edge of the turbolift. He could feel his veins pumping with the excitement of combat, and the thrill of the hunt. Even as sick of a hunt as this would be, he would still enjoy it. Stopping in the doorway he twisted at the hip to face the others,
"Remember, no Mando'a."
With that he stepped forward, walking through the small foyer connecting the turbolifts to the terminal. Ahead he could see a long line of various species that were waiting to get processed. Growing up here, Prudii had flown through Keldabe Spaceport a number of times. He knew the layout well, and where people gravitated towards. He could see a Rodian couple standing second in line for the security check, arms around each other. A droid stood behind them, carrying their bags.
Hefting the blaster to his shoulder he took aim and let loose a stream of plasma. The targets were unarmored and the shots sliced through them with ease. He could still see the Rodian couple now, though they were lying strewn across the floor. The air was now pierced with the acrid smell of plasma discharge and scarred flesh, along with the soul piercing scream of fearful and dying beings.
Viva Death Watch thought the self proclaimed Mand'alor as he watched bodies fall to the floor. Today would be remembered in the books for centuries to come.