Snippet #2245817

The ride down had been inconvenient but a bit lucky at the same time. His target was slammed to the ground by everybody's pushing and shoving so he pretended to fall as well right next to her. He was hit in the head and then the ship began to flip on top of the surface of the planet. Waking up in the corner, his face still close to his target, he began to consume her soup quietly. In a moment he was finished and it seemed as if she had died during the process of the crash. As he retracted his tentacles back into his cheeks he heard a metallic cry.

"Addressment: Attention All Moronic Meatbag Occupants Of This Vessel! Request: Would You All Please Step Out Single File In An Orderly Fashion.... So That I May Extract My Bloody Vengeance By Skinning All Of You Alive?!"

Immediately he drew his scoped disruptor rifle from his back, took a knee, propped it over a fallen bed, and searched through the scope for whoever was threatening them outside the giant hole in the hull. Sadly the antagonist made no attempt to hide itself. It was a droid, a MagnaGuard at that, and old model used to protect Confederate leaders during the Clone Wars. What a hunk of junk. He thought to himself as he lined up his shot. His disruptor rifle could easily rip through that thing, just as it could easily take out a Droideka when the shields were up. He always had a knack at shooting on sight, maybe it was luck, maybe it was something else.Either way an old model could prove useful for the confederates. Shikle aimed the shot at the left shoulder of the MagnaGuard. When it hit it would destroy enough cables where that arm would be useless and then he would follow through to the next arm and then the chest if it did not stand down. Besides the wreckage could provide more than enough parts to repair the machine.

He pulled the trigger.