As the doors opened before them and Yanagi lay his eyes on the turret further down the corridor, he mused, perhaps death would not be too bad. What would it feel like? Nothingness? Like his very existence vanishing, no sensations after the end? Or would he move to another plane of existence? His eyes caught onto the female mechanic working on the turret. If he wanted to, he could kill her outright with a blood projectile straight to the cranium. And just because he could, he raised his arm, a trickle of blood collecting a small pellet in his palm. Once it was roughly one centimeter in size, he fired it, aiming straight for the girl's head, a small recoil moving up his arm as the bullet of blood fired, scattering a tiny amount of blood as it went towards its target, the mechanic's cranium.<br/><br/>"Kill them all."<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>Han snatched the microhone from the operator, snapping her eyes up to the screen which displayed the corridor with the turret. "Mechanic, move out of the way now. There will be no reinforcements coming down save for the droids, if one of them can bend electricity, it will be over for you. Repeat, retreat now!" She could not care if she had no authority, right now, to the mechanic she was a voice over a radio and thus impossible to tell if she was in authority to do so.