[color=8dc73f][b]Franceska Havale[/b][/color][hr]

She put down the smoking launcher, having shot down another transport ship with disturbing accuracy thanks to that odd woman's meditations. 

[color=8dc73f]"Was that it?"[/color] There was a hint of disappointment in her voice. [color=8dc73f]"Was that the might of the Republic?[/color]

She listened to the commanders passing the orders to pursue, before shrugging and picking up a high powered rifle from the weapons cached on that sunken tower. Franceska had no intention of actually going to pursue, but at the very least she could [i]look[/i] like she was doing something. Having been here longer than the enemy had, she knew of a relatively hidden tower deeper in, not at all that tall, but having enough vegetation and height to be considered a good spot for a sniper nest. Or a place where she could look like she's doing something.

[color=8dc73f]"I'm going."[/color] was all she said to the two dark Jedi as she gave a mighty leap, clearing the muddy waters without trouble. Indeed her jump was perhaps a bit too strong, passing clear across the shoreline and near the ruins itself. Seeing as the enemy seemed to be in full retreat, she simply walked leisurely towards her destination, ignoring the urgency of the mercs moving about around her.