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Jabber nodded in agreeance with his partner, quietly appreciative that she had once again acted as the speaker for the two of them. Jos' pokes at the Mandalorians may have been endearing if the man had any charm to him, Tala's front of agreeability must have been difficult to keep. Most Mandos...

Jabber moved up, pressing his back to the wall next to the door, watching as some of the bolts struck the door, the guards inside must have been panicking from their rather explosive entry strategy. However they still had the advantage, advanced weaponry, a defensible position and only one entry...

Jabber tried not to be distracted by his surroundings, the environment was intrusive enough without him acknowledging the weird culture for these magnates. This life style was as alien to him as could possibly be. He watched Tala and their contact interact, the man certainly seemed like he...

Jabber followed closely after Tala, having to shoulder through a careless patron who's drunken stumbling barged into him more than once. The sounds were abhorrent, the lights at least being filtered through the photo-reactive visor of his helmet. He was thankful to be wearing his helmet...

Jabber backed away from the door, joining Tala in standing behind Deunan. He raises his rifle, pointing it at the, soon to be open, door with his finger on the trigger. At least they had the element of surprise, unless the War Lord had some sort of hidden security footage watching them. In that...

He marched with her, stopping in front of the locked door and looking up at them, "I don't have anything that could punch through this." He shrugged, looking back towards the burning corridor they had left behind, "Hopefully we have some alternate route out of here, I don't imagine that hallway...

Jabber didn't respond in anyway to the name given, having become used to the use of subterfuge amongst the company he now kept. He decided to shift his visor towards the rather substantial guard. Jabber had to commend the Bouncher, he certainly had a level of natural intimidation suitable for...

"I'm guessing that's where the Disruptor will be. Along with the War Lord I imagine, last line of defence. The Vault controls will likely be in the Control room, we should tackle there." He reloaded is rifle, realising that he had loaded the last clip, he checked that the Canine pistol on his...

Jabber silently hoped that the music that slow grew louder and louder would not be coming from the place they were heading, the sight of the strobing lights and long line of people trying to get in confirming to him that they would indeed be spending there even in the presence of a Nightclub. He...

Jabber jogged up to the last room, kicking in the door and dosing the last of his Flamer fuel over the few guards in the room. He stepped to the side of the of the rooms entrance, random sprays of laser fire hitting the door frame from some desperate fool that tried to squeeze the trigger while...

"I will, where is this place exactly?" He readjusted the strap of his rifle, a subconsciously made act that he tended to do in dangerous situations, knowing his weapon was close comforted him.

He kept staring forward, monitoring a few of the individuals they passed on the way, "Yeah, I'm not one to judge but I haven't felt comfortable since I stepped off the ship." He looked behind them for a brief moment, "I never get the feeling that I am any more than two wrong moves away from...

Jabber fell into the cover of a door way, looking down the hallway to see the enemies being kept at bay by Deunan's gun fire. He quickly backed away from the door, kicking open the entrance to the room to find several soldiers reading weapons. It seemed like this room was connected to a view...

Jabber swung forward to look into the room, there was the subtle sound of idle chatter emanating from it. Once the door opened he saw that it was a Recreational room that a few guards had taken shelter in during the raid. He would have sworn they were unaware about the battle that took place...

Jabber followed behind closely, his visor facing straight ahead. He knew she had been scouting the are for a couple of days and thus wanted to pick her brain for some information, "So how much risk is there of being conflict, things should go smoothly right?"