[centre][h2][colour=6A5ACD]Neb[/colour][/h2][/centre][hr]

The ride to the mission location was thankfully short. Stuck in the cramped metal box with a bunch of others was a bit of a personal hell for Neb, so she spent the trip with her eyes closed and tried to distract herself by humming small snippets of song she knew; it even [i]worked[/i]…somewhat.

When the rig stopped and Jayce began to lay out the plan, she opened her eye and took in the details. [colour=6A5ACD]”So,”[/colour] She quipped, doing a quick double check on her F-11 as she spoke. [colour=6A5ACD]”The plan is to kick the door in and blast anyone dumb enough to shoot back? Simple but effective…I like it.”[/colour] Following Jayce and the padawan, Neb moved into a ‘stack up’ position and waited for the charge to blow.

Like the others she was in hard on the heel of the flashbangs, and quietly kicking herself for not seeing if they’d‘ve let her raid the base armoury for some thermal detonators…those were always a hit. A snap shot took a guard in the head and he dropped like a puppet with cut strings, which was followed by a flurry of shots from the dead man’s companions.

Ducking and weaving, Neb just about made it to cover when an impact to her right shin knocked her off balance and sent her tumbling; fortunately her reactions were quick enough that she was at least able to guide her fall so that she [i]did[/i] end up behind the cover she’d been. [colour=6A5ACD]”[i]Sithspit![/i]”[/colour] She hissed, looking at the charred remains of her pant leg and the exposed durasteel shin underneath. Getting back to her feet, she poked her head out for a moment, which immediately drew fire; but that was fine, she’d seen enough. After a mental five count, she popped out from the other side of the crate she was behind and opened fire.

Several guards had gone to ground and where firing from behind a knocked over table that was, annoyingly, apparently sturdy enough to block blaster bolts for the moment. However, Neb wasn’t shooting at the guards or the table, she was taking shots at some barrels she’d seen with lovely ‘flammable’ and ‘explosive’ warning labels on them. The barrel she hit exploded in a rather large fireball that in turn set off the one next to it, and rolled a sudden inferno over the hunkered down guards. One caught the brunt of the blast and was dead before he’d realized what’d happened, while the remaining ones were forced to abandon their now burning cover.