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I draw my twin blaster pistols, opting to leave my rifle on my back for the time being. "No, even lightsabers don't leave this much blood behind. I'm thinking droids of some kind, probably assassin models." As if in response, a single droid stalks it's way out of the doorway behind the two, it's bladed tail lashing side to side as it prowled forwards. The feline-esque design seemed to surge with murderous intent, but the glow to it's eyes was a neon blue, and we could feel a sort of intelligence radiating from it. "This is new, likely a take on those big droids the armies are fighting now."