"Then we're gonna want to eliminate them fast, before they have time to call for backup," Kojurro affirmed, his keen eyes scanning to the horizon and spotting the incoming patrol.
"Good call, Marie," Sharal'tar agreed, readying her own prehensile vines in preparation. "If we target the same person, we can really knock them out of the fight."
Flora, for her part, was retreating back into the caravan. "Erm, nobody brought, like, an extra pistol or something, did they?" she muttered nervously. "My psionic power is...not particularly helpful in combat..."
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Meanwhile, as the patrol approached its quarry, the pointman reported the blips on his radar to the collective. "We've got lifesigns up ahead, I'd say about a dozen."
"That's too many to be our target, right?" asked the speeder pilot to his right. The majority of the patrol was camped out on a small flying skiff, speeding along the sands like a boat would cut through water. Flanking the main craft were a pair of jetski-styled speeders utilizing the same hover technology. None of the vehicles were armed, but the Sartonic agents among the patrol were far from slouches in combat.
"Let's be on our toes, just in case," the driver replied. He flexed his muscles, feeling his skin turn chromatic and bulletproof. "I wouldn't put it past them to hire additional protection."
"Well, if they're dumb enough to bring guns or knives to a psi-fight, y'all just make sure to stay behind me," a woman on the skiff radioed with a cackle. Popping the joints in her fingers, she grinned as rivulets of ferrous energy ran down her fingers.
"If you want to put up a rust field, be my guest," the driver replied. "Everyone else feeling ready? We'll be on them in less than a minute..."