Zymon scoffed at the bounty hunter. "This is why people don't trust you. Sith with no faces run amok." Shaking his head, his greasy hair swayed about his face. He began speaking to the Jedi without looking at him. "Don't matter if we don't make it outta here, right?" His focus was kept on surviving. And in these tunnels, that was key. No matter how trained or fully equipped the masked man thought he was, his arrogance would be his doom. And these tunnels would be his tomb, and possibly his own if he didn't find a way to get those bindings off.
"You know, no matter how prepared you think you are, you ain't. Them explosives you got may take them out, but it'll also take the roof down an' crush us all. And Force or not, if you run into a herd of these things, ....you can only shoot one at a time. I'm just sayin'. And if I die, because of you... I will promise to make your afterlife a living...." Zymon stopped short, bringing his hand up to stop those behind him. He squatted down and turned to give them that universal shush gesture. Raising his crossbow, his back leaned against a corner and he peeped around it. Five death troopers were roaming there. Who knew if there were more, and he didn't want to shine a light to find out.
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