[b][color=fff79a]Surta Matahari Huchson[/color][/b][hr]
This was a mistake.

This was a more important operation to the Republic than she had thought. There were not only the normal rank and file soldiers as well as mercenaries, but also Jedi in this operation. The Jedi themselves thought this was important enough to send several of them here, or at least, did not stop those who thought it was important to come here. It was a good thing she had enough experience by now to keep her presence normal, exuding neither the aura of a Jedi or a darksider, but only that of a commoner. It helped that she was in this large suit as well. 

The large imposing assault suit that stood much taller than Surta did, necessitating some improvisation and customization before she was able to use it comfortably. A rusting beast that she had salvaged and repaired to be a slightly rusted and tarnished beast that worked. 

She remained silent throughout, unwilling to draw attention to her any more than necessary. Unwilling, but if she did not speak to join the drug busting operation, like any bloodthirsty merc with a damned mechanized walking tank would do...

[color=fff79a]"I shall join the assault upon the drug den."[/color]

Surta stepped forwards towards the armored vehicle, the power suit moving much smoother and not at all ponderously like its size would suggest. There was some sort of irony in this, for she had been on the other side of a drug den bust before.