[i][b]“I’ll cover the bar tap of whoever manages to shoot Russ.” [/b][/i]

Enu’falu stifled a chuckle as Dredd made the comment at their comrades expense before jumping into the atmosphere of Eres III. The Twi’lek had been with the Mynock Squadron for a year now and whilst it still felt rigid for what she was used to she also felt comfortable in a way as they plunged into combat scenarios with insane odds that held equally as insane challenges. It almost felt like she was going into a scenario with none of the cards at the Pazaak table in her favor… and the adreniline she got from all of that was amazing. It almost made being separated from Mekket worth it and for the Mandalorian Twi’lek that was a rare drink served to anybody or anything, of course that was due to the fact that Mekket had basically raised her. She hoped her mentor was out there doing well— she wouldn’t know what she’d do if she found out something had happened despite the reality of the war was very clear for her.

Enu’falu jumped up as another one of her comrades took the plunge after the Echani as a smile formed on her lips underneath her helmet. She could feel the adrenaline pumping exponentially— making her feel a rush of energy that not even a Hutt Cartel could offer her. 

[i]“If only Mekket was here.”[/i] She thought as she prepared to take the plunge into the atmosphere herself.

[color=4863A0]“Time to have some fun.”[/color] She took a glance back to the Zabrak of their group and took a wave. [color=4863A0]“Try to keep up, Syg.”[/color] She teased before falling into the atmosphere.

The Twi’lek female thrust herself through the atmosphere like a Mynock lunging for it’s meal, looking for a target and swooping down upon it. As she broke into deployment altitude she flipped herself in mid-air readying to hit the thrusters on her jetpack. Though Enu was cockier than some she did not exactly want to become a big blue durasteel flatcake, so as she hit close to her ‘preferred’ deployment she hit the thrusters that she had prepared only moments prior.
[indent][i][h3]SWWP! [b]THUD![/b][/h3][/i][/indent]
Enu would look around, checking her radar before she frowned. No detected hostiles? No big fanfare? How boring. Oh well, time to get to it; she would find somebody to shoot eventually.

[color=4863A0]“This is Mynock Six— landed and on route.”[/color]