Jaida looked over the unfolding dispute with clear disapproval in her eyes. Two Mandalorians and Neb trash talking each others about how shit the others' homeland were. Well that was just grand. The Gamorrian had expected much more professional and righteous people, coming from the Republic. Instead, she seemed to be stuck with some rabble for mercs and a few Jedi. Honestly, most of those people looked like people she could've picked over by the local cantina and hire them for a revolution.

Until Jayce made his entry, Jaida had her hand close to her belt, her trigger-finger itching as the escalating conflict and the seemingly trigger-happy Mandalorian made her nervous. If he would be making trouble, she'll gladly draw her blaster and shoot a hole clean into his skull. She didn't need a loose cannon to liberate Gamorria.

When the mission was further explained, the human huntress agreed to join the strike team, embarking on the vehicle with the others. As the operation was being run over by their new leader, Jaida was preparing herself. Preferring assassination over close-quarter combat, she proposed to be part of the sniper team to cover their asses.

When it was time to move out, Jaida positionned herself to the directed location up above. If one was to look carefully at the way the bounty hunter was climbing her way to the second floor, they would notice how quick and agile she was, using her physical skills along tools to move very efficiently.

Taking position, the green-eyed young woman waited for the assault to start. When shit hit the storm, she was ready. Up there, she had a clear view of pretty much everyone, which made her job that much simpler. Shouldering her sniper and bringing the focusing lens to her eye, Jaida took aim at the strongest-looking foes, the ones with the bigger and more dangerous looking armors and weapons. Taking down priority targets to ease the battle for those down below, that was her strategy. 

Finger pressing the trigger, her shot was true with the intention of killing. A laser beam scorched the air and darted its way right into a tough-looking thug. Nothing remained of the guy's head, not even his helmet. The sniper's firepower was so immense, it simply disintegrated what it shot.

Feeling the sniper overheating, Jaida lowered the gun down, removing her hand from the gun's searing barrel. After she had taken her shot, things began to explode in the drug den, no doubt caused by shots fired at chemicals. It was impossible right now for the backup support sniper to help properly with all these explosions and heat blocking her line of sight.

Until the mess cleared up, the raven-haired bounty hunter remained aware of her surroundings. She looked around and made sure no hostile reinforcements were coming to ambush her or her allies. When the fog of war would clear up and the barrel of her sniper would cool down, she'd take another shot at someone else who looked dangerous. And so on.