Zaheed glanced at a few of the others while they waited underneath the tarp. It was silent- as usual, they were always quiet right before the fight, a sort of meditation before they got stuck in deep. The adrenaline fueled dark humor would follow after they'd finish the raid. He lifted his blaster rifle and peered down the optic, a force of habit more than anything- he'd gotten comfortable to the point that he could point and shoot without fully needing the optic for anything within close to medium range. His burnished orange and olive armor rustled slightly as he put his hand on a pouch at his side, adjusting the explosive payload safely carried within. He did a quick mental count of how much he had and where it all was.

The speeder slowed down as they neared their position. Kast shifted from his seat, and moved into a slight crouch. As soon as the tarp flew off, he and his brothers were out, jetpacks flaring in unison as four warriors of fables bust into the courtyard. He landed and rolled, and before he was on his feet, his blaster was already firing. Around him, blaster bolts whizzed, and his visor was peppered with the occasional bits of dirt and stonework as grenades exploded in their vicinity. On the ground, Kast acted on instinct. Whenever he saw white plastoid, he fired once, then thrice. As far as he was concerned, anyone without a mando helmet was not a friendly.

Following his squad-brothers, Kast brought up the rear of their formation, his legs pumping as he jumped backwards steps at a time, keeping up pace with his sprinting brothers. He didn't pay attention to the nav-points on his HUD, paving the way to their objective was Roak's job, he spent his time focusing on flank and rear security, his head constantly jerking left right and center at the closest sign of movement, pointing his blaster and firing if they carried a weapon, and barking at them to leave if they were unarmed. 

Javi complained about the noncoms running around, and suggested laying mines to deter imperials, while Roak suggested against it, reminding them that there were innocents about them too. Kast shook his head. [color=coral]"Roak's right, too many noncoms in the area, might end up blowing their legs off instead of Imps. Keep pushing forward, I'll deal with it."[/color]

Out of the corner of his eye, Kast spotted a stormtrooper emerging from a hidden corner to fire on the backs of his squadmates. Hell, if it weren't for the bright white plastoids, Kast might not have spotted him until it was too late. Kast skittered to the side as the blaster bolt glanced off the ground he just stood on, before sticking his arm out and letting loose a gout of flame from one of his flame projectors. He was rewarded for his efforts with the sound of a blaster dropping to the floor, and a imp screaming and flailing at his body before falling down. 

Following his squad into a corridor, Kast paused and grabbed at a spare fuel canister at his belt and released the nozel, allowing the fuel to cover the floor behind them. Following his squad down the corridor, Kast shout a jet of flame from his projector and set alight the entrance to the corridor- it probably wouldn't stop any particularly determined imperial forces, but no one would want to follow them through the flames if at all necessary.

With their rear secured, Kast returned his attention to the front, and followed his brothers through the palace and towards their objective