Objective: Peel back Shrek!
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Primarch Drek'ma
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Zaerac Krex
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Xenomir
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Tathra Khaeus
They called him Shrekma, so that must be his name. The alien below her had two tails on either side of its head, maybe what they called a Togruta, or the other kind. She didn’t particularly care. All she knew was it looked important, and with a free reign, she decided to go after the more important ones. There was no sport in the small fries. She was upside down, her fingers pressed into the wall. Watching, listening. It was speaking, she didn’t particularly care what it said, nor could she understand it.
She did know some Bryn’adul spoke the languages of the weaker species, so she kept her voice coms open so they could listen to what it had to say. Maybe it was orders. Maybe it was the evacuations of stupid silks, she should strangle them with some. That’d make it more useful for once in its shelf-life.
It seemed to be a Jedi, or just a general force user as it had once of those sticks that ignited into a plasma blade or the like. It was speaking over its own coms, and to a couple of other, aware of the commotion and fighting happening in the city. They weren’t, however, aware of the Shadow above them.
One of the attendants glanced around, before looking up. They made eye-contact. Before he could open his mouth to scream or give an alarm, she dropped, crushing the male under her legs and feet, snapping its spine under her weight. She drew her weapons and with one slick motion she decapitated the other two with a flick of her wrists, superior steel cutting into flimsy flesh.
The final one, Shrekma itself, drew its plasma blade, seemingly unworried at the sight of one singular assassin. Sarask grinned, though it was hard to see with her facial structure.