A strange sensation, being able to hear one's heart beat just as loud as a drum in your head. The predatory instincts of a Barabel combined with the muscle memory of Mandalorian training was making his adrenaline spike. He was quite aware of what they were about to do. An unlikely strike team taking on a task meant for others. It was their time to show the rest of the galaxy that they were ready for larger scale engagements like this one.

The black and green armor didn’t move or quiver as if stalking some unseen prey he kept in a crouched position ready to pounce. Until the signal could be sent the Barabel continued to go over what equipment he had and where it was. This combined with slow deep breaths helped to calm his beating heart. Then in an instant the signal was sent and the tarp pulled away.

This one wasn’t all too keen on using jump packs but it didn’t matter. He was the point man, the berserker, the one no one wanted to go one on one with. A Barabel in close quarters combat was both awe-inspiring and fearsome for many that he had fought before. His handy Ryyk blade didn’t help the morale of the enemy either. Gripping his trusty short barrel blaster rifle with one of his large hands the largest member of the team found himself over the wall and behind a planter filled with exotic and colorful flowers.

The flowers and dirt around exploded around him almost immediately. The incoming blaster fire from the surrounding fire fight was definitely intense. Roak continued to move up from cover to cover following the squad leader until eventually taking point. The cold-blooded reptilian was definitely a big target but not an easy one and the last thing you wanted to do was let him get close. One soldier didn’t get the memo.

As the team got close to their entry point, Roak came face to face with an imperial storm trooper. Before the trooper could raise his weapon to fire the Barabel had extended the blade in his left gauntlet and back handed the trooper across the chest. His strength combined with his short sharp blade opened the trooper’s armor up like a tin can and threw the soldier back a few feet. The storm trooper tumbled to the ground. He didn’t get back up.

Roak found himself again taking point, this time taking out his Ryyk blade in his right hand and heavy pistol in the other. It was his favorite combination and fighting style and how he liked to clear buildings. Moving through the kitchens and back rooms knowing full well his brothers were at his back. It was a refreshing experience with them, having complete faith in the others' abilities was always something that relaxed him.

It was a bit awkward at first getting through the smaller doors for him, but he wouldn't voice this. His movement alone would tell the others of this. One of his brothers had been hit already and even seemed a bit jumpy with all the servants moving around. [color=92278f]“Remember we are sssupposed to care about the localsss. Blowing off a leg or two doesn’t help usss. Heartsss and mindsss brother, heartsss and mindsss”[/color] the reptilian hiss slithered off his tong with some of his words but his voice was kept rather mono tone. Even if he did enjoy killing and fighting he didn’t enjoy torture or needless harm.

The small group continued to make their way through the palace. This one did agree with his brother though. Too many servants that don’t know how to stay down and out of the way. Roak would be the first to bash or push anyone out of the way that didn’t move fast enough as he followed the nav points on his visor toward their shared objective.