"So prone to violence, that is one of your greatest faults. A failure in your evolution, a vicious reminder of the past. You answer with violence? I shall retaliate with my own. Filth needs to be cleansed."

Jesse let out a feral growl when the two fired shots were ineffective. He cycled another round into his revolver, and leveled it again at the artifact. Fully intending to fire again out of anger, Jesse began to squeeze the trigger, when a mechanical body began clawing itself from the cavernous floor. The automaton was in bad condition, it had likely been buried there for far longer than one should bury a machine of war. Jesse's aim flicked towards the robot almost casually, until it was followed by six more identical forms. In his cybernetic eye, Jesse quickly marked the six with floating skulls, before he began to slowly back up.

With ever so slightly shaky aim, Jesse lined up the barrel of his gun with the glowing eyes of the nearest robot, before it was dropped to the ground by a burst of fire from Callum. Jesse hissed out a curse of frustration, already shifting his aim to another combatant. Even as he did so, the robots seemed to have a similar idea, firing on the group in kind. Jesse spun to the side with all the grace of a first-year ballet student, narrowly dodging a blast of blue energy. As he continued to backpedal, he lined up his shot one final time, pulling the trigger as soon as he found the triangle of red light within his iron sights. Red met red, and the robot crumpled in on itself, seemingly out of the fight.

"Cleaning the filth is my job, jackass." Jesse spat, pupils shrunk down to tiny black pearls of hatred.

Wasting no time, Jesse cycled another round to his pistol, and pointed his extended arm at another of the robots. Again his firing was interrupted by one of the machines, as it approached him with deadly intent. Jesse quickly shifted his pistol to a two-handed grip as he whipped around to face the bot, just in time to see very clearly the blue laser flash from an arm cannon. The flare of energy struck his pistol directly, and glanced against his left hand. Recoiling in pain, Jesse flung the smoking pistol towards the mouth of the cave as he himself fell to the ground.

The robot approached Jesse, black mark marring the side of the head where Jesse's panicked shot had glanced. It stood over the prone man, torturously slow in taking aim between his eyes. Jesse slowly backed away on his elbows, locking eyes with the artificial killer as he scratched the skin from his elbows in panicked escape. He grimaced as his burnt hand rolled across the hard stone floor.

"That's it, then, nothing to say? Just silent execution?" Jesse said as the machines arm lined up with his face. He grinned wide as he heard a high pitched whine from within the machine.

BANG

Smoke trickled into the air of the cavern, accompanying the newly crafted hole marring a once pristine face. Jesse coughed out a laugh as the robot fell backwards, carried by the force of the bullet entering its head.

"I used to be like that too. All business, no play. As it turns out, it gets real boring real quick, sweetheart." Pushing himself to his feet, Jesse dropped his smoking Pitbull pistol to the ground carelessly, strutting with purpose to the mouth of the cave. Luckily enough, the remaining robots seemed to have diverted their attention elsewhere, at least for the moment. The feeling of relief was very short lived -as he approached Taka and Scarleth, Jesse felt a blue bolt whizz past, dangerously close to his neck.

Jesse tilted his head in curiosity as he stalked towards Taka's workings, very dangerous looking indeed. He almost stopped to assist the two, but kept walking when he heard a very succinct command from Scarleth-

"Haul ass and get out of here. I got this."

Hardly one to disobey, Jesse didn't look back as he picked up his pace. He hated the thought of the universe losing such a pretty face, but he was sure he could get over it. Plenty of people who were payed to look like that, and those types were far less likely to take any of his limbs than the hired assassin. Jesse only saw it as a win-win. If Scarleth were to make it out, the Federation would be far less likely to blow all their heads off. If not, well that's one more Black Star member he could mark off of his hit list. He grinned, giddy with anticipation as he took cover behind the transport, wide eyes marked with black pinpoint pupils tracking the chaos. Jesse raised his voice, speaking into his comms.

"How you doing back there, Ghost?" He intoned, creating a comm channel between the two of them, remembering what had happened to the last member of their crew that had been split off from the majority. He considered contacting the resident dragon as well, but figured that he could handle just about anything this planet could throw at him -after all, he hadn't seen any Hobbits on the icy planet quite yet.