Main Entrance

[Ander Tagira]

"NOBODY FECKING MOVE." A deep, accented voice boomed throughout the entrance hall, echoing off the marble and granite structures before fading and leaving those who'd heard it's sound to wonder after its source. Delmani dropped down from his hiding place in front of the gathered Jedi, his well-armored frame thunking as his booted feet kicked up a plume of dust that hovered around his knees before dissipating. He held the rifle upright, aimed at the woman's chest, where she held the lightsaber in defense of herself and her many charges. The T-shaped visor gleamed in the dimness, its shine almost distracting in its minacious. Around them, Delmani's men revealed themselves, T-visors appearing in the dim light of the entrance hall all around. The YVH droids returned to full power and stepped out from their charging platforms, weapons trained on the Jedi students. "I swear, Jedi...not a move. These are Verpine weapons; high velocity, not like those blaster bolts you're used to deflecting. You won't be fast enough." Delmani's warning was a promise, and though bitter and filled with hate, it was directed inwardly, not out. At the E-WEB cannon, Gaunt tapped the metal barrel with a gloved hand. "For you, Master, in case you get any ideas." Delmani lowered his rifle and drew a Verpine shattergun, holding it out toward the head of one of the youngest students, then held out his free hand. "Your lightsaber, Master, or else."