Phantom Pain
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It seemed that with everything said and done the transparent visage of the Arkanian vanished. Ko himself kept close to the team he elected to join, a quartet for sabotage. Listening to what Reina mentioned Ko would comment, “Yeah, even if we can cut through any number of blast doors they may have it would still slow our progress to a crawl.” If the place was going to detonate and they needed to leave in a hurry he didn’t want them to be stuck in the blast zone of a geothermal steam explosion. Didn’t seem like an ideal way to go.
Then Ko looked over what seemed to be a gunslinger named Gavin, he looked like the kind of people the Kel Dor would meet on Nubia back when he worked in the agricultural corps. “A pleasure Gavin, I’m Ko.” The Kel Dor wasn’t too worried about sharing names. Their handler seemed to be adamant on making sure their identities would be kept safe. Since the NJO Ko's been finding merc work like this to be a decent way to pay for food and keep a full tank of fuel for his ship. For this job he got to work out a special kind of payment for himself once completed.
“That’s a safe assumption.” He replied in regards to them being Jedi, or at least trained in the jedi arts. “If it’s mostly droids and other automated security we should be good. Means we don’t really need to hold back too harshly.” At least for Ko there wasn’t much guilt or remorse he felt when cutting or blasting through droids. But Ko noted that their handler shared that it wasn’t just droids, but it sounded like there were also a number of cyborgs as well guarding the facility.
Whenever they finally approached the shuttles, each one was paired with a simple little pilot droid who were planned to be the chauffeurs of each team's respective shuttle.
Then Ko looked over what seemed to be a gunslinger named Gavin, he looked like the kind of people the Kel Dor would meet on Nubia back when he worked in the agricultural corps. “A pleasure Gavin, I’m Ko.” The Kel Dor wasn’t too worried about sharing names. Their handler seemed to be adamant on making sure their identities would be kept safe. Since the NJO Ko's been finding merc work like this to be a decent way to pay for food and keep a full tank of fuel for his ship. For this job he got to work out a special kind of payment for himself once completed.
“That’s a safe assumption.” He replied in regards to them being Jedi, or at least trained in the jedi arts. “If it’s mostly droids and other automated security we should be good. Means we don’t really need to hold back too harshly.” At least for Ko there wasn’t much guilt or remorse he felt when cutting or blasting through droids. But Ko noted that their handler shared that it wasn’t just droids, but it sounded like there were also a number of cyborgs as well guarding the facility.
Whenever they finally approached the shuttles, each one was paired with a simple little pilot droid who were planned to be the chauffeurs of each team's respective shuttle.