Acid Is Not Nice

Carla, finally loose, ran right into the hallway and looked up at the Trooper that had ignored her when she began screaming. Their eyes locked for a brief moment, realization dawning on this foolish soldier.

And Carla began to spit acid.

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Frozen in place, Ryze gazed at the Death Squad. The small hairs on the back of his neck were standing on end. Every fiber of his being told the half-machine exactly what these people were. "I won't go down without a fight..." He told them in a hushed tone.

Jin'Lor tilted his head, surprising even himself when he gestured for the soldiers to take care of the situation. "Just don't kill him." He stated. "Though, I doubt you can do that."

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Ghost was quick to follow Mira, still holding the little droid in her arms. Thrass was close behind, using his sniper rifle to take out any that would get in killing blows on Mar. The way he shot, though, no one would know it was coming from the Chiss boarding the Cerulean Phoenix.

Once on board, Thrass hopped into the pilot seat and got to work at starting everything. Grinning, he called to the others, "Hold onto your butts!"

With one last flip of a switch, he got them into the air. "Someone start shooting things before they send out backup!" He ordered loudly.