From her vantage point high in one of the many trees overlooking the ruins, Absolution watched the Republic retreat through the scope of her rifle. It seemed that as much as they didn't want the cult to continue their operations on this world, they weren't quite willing to die for it. She wasn't sure if that weakness was particular to the Republic or organics as a whole. Bracing the long rifle along the branch she was also resting on, she drew a bead on yet another officer leading their landing forces. With a trigger pull she marked the eighth kill on this operation, engaging stealth as she made her way down the tree. A few cursory blaster bolts found the upper boughs, setting it alight behind her. Her presence had been noticed by some of the keener eyes among the enemy's forces, one sharpshooter in particular shifting from their coverage of the ruins to try and end the threat she posed.

A threat that was no longer in play, she thought, moving through the brush and towards the ruins where she would see about scavenging the fallen of the battle. More than a few troopers lay dead on the outskirts, her metal feet finding the stone surface between them and stopping at each as she perused their belongings. Blaster rifle clips were plentiful, but she had enough of those back on her ship, choosing only the ones that were full. The rifles themselves were of little concern, finding few that caught her eye. It was a shame that the sith and dark jedi of the cult had such a love for disabling the weapons of the enemy she thought, crouching over a commando with their chest a scorched ruin and their rifle in two pieces to either side of the body. At least the helmet was in good condition, the seals opening with a press of her fingers against the chin-release.

She turned it over in her hands briefly, wiping away the blood that flecked the respirator and unspooling a cable from her arm to link up to it. Optics were intact, that was better than expected. More to her interest, she found that she could easily connect them to her own, pulling up a brief interface that let her see through the helmet. Absolution indulged in a moment of vanity, turning it around to face herself and let out a sound of disgust as she saw the vegetation coating her chassis.

"Disgusted remark: My paint is ruined, I'll have to get a fresh coat when this job is over, and there will be pieces of green stuck in my joint for weeks!"

Without further comment she disabled the link and hooked the helmet to her waist, the magnetic clasp on the back keeping it secured firmly. Her looting continued for a few moments longer, finding a couple thermal detonators and a rather nice looking blaster pistol as well as another helmet with a red stripe down the center denoting rank. That always perplexed her about the Republic, why make it so obvious who is in command? Granted, it made her job of picking them off so much easier, but life expectancy would sky rocket in their ranks if they stopped advertising them.

Her musing would continue later, as she was once more inside the ruins and among the other mercenaries of the cult. A few gave her strange looks, it being unclear if it was because of the makeshift ghillie suit or the trophies she had collected. Perhaps it could have been that she was an assassin droid walking around freely and under her own orders? No matter, she had done her job and was looking towards the next phase of the operation. For now she was going to take advantage of the short respite while others pursued the Republic forces.