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Chapter 27 - Is A Friend Indeed ?

As a result Master Plo didn't start worrying then. It was down in the mine when he did.

With the massive amounts of technology needed the mine cortosis, the tunnels weren't as cramped as regular ones, so the Agent was able to do jumps, flips, and tricks with the skill, agility, and coordination of a Terrelian Jango Jumper! And it didn't look to be very taxing on her at first - by the stars, she looked to be having fun with it! Down in cortosis mines, organic beings had to wear external respirators and filtering systems. There were bad side effects of breathing the cortosis particles - it would quickly accumulate in their systems and cause hair loss, terrible sickness and eventually, well, 💀 death 💀bWith enough practice, lots of sentient species had the capability of being as acrobatic as Talla was, but to Master Plo's knowledge regular clone troopers never got said training. It seemed that whatever training she got was exclusive for an enhanced soldier like her, so fine-tuned that even like a Jedi, she could sense an attack before it came, blaster bolt or droid punch alike.

Then seeing her disconnect her dual blades and absorb as opposed to deflecting blaster bolts, but still very similar to one of the Jedi trademarks, that is what really sent the alarms off in Plo's head, especially as she, for the rest of the battle, mimicked Lightsaber Combat Form V: Shien. By the Moons of Gozgo, Plo swore he was looking at the older, human version of Ahsoka! Who across the way was oblivious to the oddity of this all and was having fun as she always attempted to do on missions, something her Master taught her to make her feel less uneasy.

In the midst of all the calamity Plo Koon would swear on the graves of all his fallen men and Jedi comrades that he felt a ripple in the Force, and not a good one. Down here in the hot, muggy mines he felt an undeniable chill to the bone he couldn't explain. To ease his mind for now, he made another observation to tame the cold - in all fairness the Clone Sergeant was impressively agile and handy with a blade himself, as was the goggled one, each doing stunts one might consider unsafe and risky just for the sheer thrill of it all. Enhanced soldiers must've had a certain edge to them and gotten the special training for the high levels of skill they possessed.

Still, perhaps the Kel Dor Jedi Master would meditate about this later.

Ahead of him, Crosshair hated this lightning rifle so kriffing much. The electricity bolts were not as precise as his Firepuncher nor did this have a scope, not that it was an issue for an exceptionable Sniper like him, just was different and uncomfortable and he would have preferred being sure and comfortable down here in this volatile hell pit. He was fully capable doing close combat of course, but everyone had their preferences - Hunter preferred extremely close combat with his vibros which is why he was up there at the front. Wrecker liked creating the most chaos and ran for it at full force, blaster or not, close combat or not, laughing maniacally. And Tech was a little calmer and more calculating but only because he wanted to create the most damage in less time, which gave him the most thrills.

But even Tech was peeved too, the forbidden explosives making this whole experience a bit dull, despite the fiery cyclone of death at their tails and hundreds of reinforced Super Battle Droids hailing a deluge of unending red blaster bolts at them. And because of all the pesky regs getting in the way, Tech couldn't risk using droid poppers to even the odds lest he take out some of the other men along with them... not that he would have complained though, which was surprisingly dark for Tech. Except buzzkill Commander Wolffe made sure to let them know he and the Jedi were in charge and that everyone was getting out of this hell pit alive because there'd be no shenanigans whatsoever.