[right][h2]Hunter Squad[/h2][/right]
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She could hear them in the distance, speedbikes of scout troopers as they made their way to analyze rebel control of Lorya, her thermal binoculars zoomed in on them as they made their way through the snowy plains of the planet. Even after the liberators took the planetary capital, the Empire was very eager to go about and get all the information they wanted. Kle lowered her binoculars and pulled up her rifle, leading her shots. The very audible sound of her rifle going off indicated her shot, and it struck true as it caught one of the scouts in the side.

Those troopers were only about 900 meters out, still in the optimal range of her rifle, and in sight enough for her to see the trooper fly off his bike only for it spin out of control and explode when it hit the ground. Kle let out a sinister laugh as she slowly began to move out of her hiding spot in the rocks. She could see the other scout leaving the area, possibly out of panic or simply wanting to draw her out, however she did see him turn around to speed back to his friend. A grave mistake as this time her bullet met his head, a more aimed shot than the last. 

Cycler rifles were effective against most infantry these days as most armor was designed against blaster shots and not high velocity metal. Regardless, she moved forward, keeping her Cycler at the ready as she moved towards her prey. 

As she drew near she could hear the injured scout moaning in pain and gripping his side where her round had entered. Kle then stood over him, “Imperial, your death will give me the scorekeeper’s blessing, yes!” Her tone was that of a sadistic killer, which was true given she took great pleasure in the hunt. The scout raised one of his hands and pleaded, “Please don’t kill me! I’m just doing my job!” However his words meant nothing to her as she pulled out her vibroknife and crouched next to him, her massive hand ripped the helmet off of him and she could hear the imperial command he was in contact with telling him to report.

“I shall make it swift, no pain,” her voice stated, before her knife went through his temple to end him instantly. Kle looked over at the helmet, still hearing the commanding voice, she walked over and picked up the helmet. “Both dead, send more so that I may collect more points,” she told the voice before crushing the helmet with both of her hands. 

The trandoshan made her way back to her hiding spot where two of the liberators were still lying in wait like she had told them. “You’re a good shot,” one of them laughed, a young one, Michroy. The other, a much older man who was likely in his fifties nodded his head in agreement. 

“We move back to the city. Before curious artillery hit the area, if they can,” she told them before pulling out a communicator, she sent a message through to what was to be her command for the time being. “Two scouts killed, Hunter Squad reporting back to Lorya soon.”

The two picked up their rifles and began to follow her through the snow to a hidden repulsor sled to make their way back to Lorya which was only a few minutes away.