Duty to my kids. Keep pushing.
The forces were beginning to clash. Calico took cover behind a mess of rubble, then another, moving sidelong across the walls to close the distance between himself and the contacts. He paid no heed to the Jedi; they fought differently, thought differently, and spoke differently. He couldn't get a read as to how they would fight, so he wouldn't tempt fate by getting too close.
The Marshal hurtled over another mass of rubble, plowing right into what looked to be a Sullustan. There was the sound of a wet shinnkk as he drove the vibroblade up right below the jugular, hoisted it there, and rolled to set the small body over-top of him. The nearest guard had taken aim and effectively fired a barrage of bolts intended for Calico into the corpse.
"Move up boys and girls!" He snapped into the comms as he swung his 'Deece' upward, and unloaded two three rounds bursts into the attacking guard's chest. He crumpled down, lifeless.
Calico barely had enough time to force the body off and scramble behind another piece of rubble before @[member="Jhaega"] attacked. Fire billowed out everywhere, and the facility--if you could call it that--seemed to shake partly.
"Keep your heads down! We fought it once, we can do it again. Someone, cover that woman." He chanced a look over and motioned toward Rave, rifle clattering away as it poured azure laser-fire into the remaining guards. If the Jedi and their friends wanted to play hero, they could, his people would keep the guards from burning their shebs from behind.
