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Ryleer followed orders like a good soldier, and fell into formation at the back of the squad, even though he would rather be front, and center. But he followed orders without questions. He followed behind the group, being a bit farther away so he could get a better eye on the surroundings, and be able to give the squad ample warning if trouble comes up on them. He hated these long walks to battle. He hated the wait. He wished they could have just dropped in on the cannon they're supposed to take out, and be done with it. But unfortunately they'd be killed before they got a single shot off.

As they approached the road, Ryleer fell to the ground along with the others. He quickly drew his pistol out. He aimed it at the Jedi that was searching in the darkness for them, being ready at a moments notice to fire. [color=ed1c24][b]"We can take them Boss."[/b][/color] He stated over the comm, just itching for a fight some actual Jedi. Actual skilled fighters! Not these farmers with an old blaster defending their homeworld, or the Republic's 'finest' soldiers. But a Jedi, yes. A mighty knight of the Republic. Warriors of legendary skill. Oh how he would love to go toe-to-toe with one of them. Any Mandalorian worth their salts would. But they had a mission to complete. And unfortunately they had to focus on that. Damn you responsibility.

He listened to their words intently. Hanging onto every word they said. He was especially interested in the [i]She[/i] they were talking about. [color=ed1c24][b]"She?"[/b][/color] He muttered to himself. Was this she, their leader aparently, another Jedi? How many Jedi's were on this rock? He hoped some more. A Lightsaber would make a nice trophy. And he could always use a Cathar pelt. So nice, and coozy. Once they finally left he let out a slight sigh. [color=ed1c24][b]"Aw, I wanted a new Cathar pelt. They make comfy mittens."[/b][/color] He sighed in disappointment. Meh, the night was still young. He might get another chance. He followed behind as they marched on.

As they came upon the open area he was a bit more on edge than in the forest. While he's always up for a fight, but any decent sniper would have easy pickings on them out in the open, especially him, he kinda stands out among the squad. But their luck had held out, and they weren't spotted upon their approach to a watchtower. He surveyed the encampment, seeing that there wasn't a whole lot of them. There couldn't have been more than fifteen of them. It was a cake walk for them.

[color=ed1c24][b]"Heh, I get four of them."[/b][/color] He smirked as he got his orders. [color=ed1c24][b]"That'll bring my kill count up to eight. How many have you gotten Head-Tails?"[/b][/color] He asked Enu with quite a bit of smuggness in his voice. He quickly got into position for Rika to give the order for them to move in. He readied his Heavy Repeater for battle. He trigger finger was just itching. And finally he got the green light to move on in for the kill. He moved in slowly, and fired his Heavy Repeater at the four men near the fire.

Some of his shots missed the men but barely. Before any of them could really grasp what was going on he begin lighting them up. One by one the four men fell in mere seconds from one another. Once he completed his sweep of his targets, shooting them even more after they fell, making sure they were good, and dead. Once he was satisfied he stopped. [color=ed1c24][b]"Well that was....disappointing."[/b][/color] He stated. It was quite easy for him to take out his targets. [color=ed1c24][b]"So it's off to this Loust next? Think we'll run into the Jedi again? That'd be fun."[/b][/color][/center]