“RELAX. I’ve got it all under control.”
Ventress’s smooth silhouette melted away from the shadow of a wall as she moved to join Vakarian at the ledge. A Night- -sister bow was held ready in her grip, her yellow lightsaber stowed on her belt. The twin red blades she had used during her years of service to Dooku were long since lost.
“Tiila Van has ENEMIES. Enemies who can be persuaded to attack on a schedule with just a few well-placed words and some credits.”
Garrus lined up another shot with his sniper rifle and pulled the trigger, one more of Tiila Van’s guards down, only about a hundered to go.
“I hope this schedule has them showing up soon,” he shot back, felling another two guards before switching out his overheated sniper rifle for his sidearm blaster, “Because we might not be around to collect our bounty if this keeps up!”
He complained, but really, this was the kind of stuff he lived for. Impossible odds, just him, his partner, and his weapon. His mandibles extended away from his face in the Turian equivalent of a smile.
“Never a dull moment with you, is there?”
