He nods "That was a rough Day....That Mando landed some good Hits. My whole Body Hurts" he closes his eyes
He manages to slow the craft long enough for the freighter to shoot it down, exploding in a ball of fire and debris. The blaster fire manages to keep the heads of the commandos down under cover, but they get closer. The freighter hovers under Meera, and Song drops her on top of its hull, before being hit in the shoulder by a stray round. The craft flies up to their level, ramp open. Zenobia, with the help of a trooper, throws the prisoner inside.
Dannan ignores the girls urging and pulls the piece out slowly and surgically. Extracting the bits of metal too quickly would lose all pressure and a slower approach meant it was less needlessly painful. “Is it just you who needs to be patched up? How many are in your group? Is this all of them?” There was likely going to be more injuries after the fighting died down, and she had to weigh most serious to least as well as best odds.
He nods and disappears. Avina says "Ma'am, the jump to those coordinates will take only a few minutes, shall head to hyperspace?"
"About thirty, but most have evacuated already. We need to get out of here". She gets up, wincing at the immense pain.
Danann helps support her, but is focused mainly on readying her own blaster in case it needs to be used. “You’ll pull through. We need to get moving before the bodycount builds too highly.” Offering her a shoulder, she helped her do tue best she could to take a cautious pace rather than sprint and draw uneccsary attention.
In an imperious voice Mari calls to her troops to retreat, leading them through the cave system, into a clearing on the other side. She pulls a communicator. "I'm sending our location. Pick us up". Cyrus's sleek ship flies over the clearing after a few minutes and lands, the ramp opening. "Come on, doc, let's go. Thank you, by the way".
"Tsk!" DT-L30 clicked his tongue, he clearly needed to train some more. But for now, he was just glad he managed to actually use it on something other than to tease a woman's body. With the enemy fighter down, DT-L30 focused on the commandos. Firing shot, after shot as he walked toward the dropship. Before entering the ship, he throws a sonic grenade toward the commando's cover.
Max-7 opens a compartment and takes it out of his body to reveal the artifact. “The funds for the artifact?” Vahlia asks now that Zann is seeing the item in person.
"Your wounds are far from being taken care of. They'll need proper time to actually heal. Clearly, they want you kept in good condition. They are going to lengths to keep you alive. Don't do anything irresponsible." In her head, she began to calculate best treatment plans and lesser thing, while going along with her back to the ship.
The Mandalorian sees Yasmeena doing pushups. "Hey, Paz. Zann left a message. You're to go see him when it's convenient for you."
He sees several of them fall outside of cover, clutching their ears. Zenobia tears at her dress to give her more freedom of movement, and takes a running jump for the ramp, aiming for DT.
Avina nods, using a holographic display to shot her a map of a gridded area of space that represents the intended ambush point. It's almost completely empty. Besides a small, abandoned research station, and a nebula at the edge of the system, it's barren space.
"100,000. Like we agreed". An employee of his walks in with a case, and opens it in front of Vahlia. Inside, are gleaming credit chits.
Mari sighs, but agrees, nearly collapsing from a shot of pain running through her side. Her men begin boarding the ship, as an explosion rings out from the cave system. "Booby trap", she grins. She puts an arm around Danann's shoulders and leans against her heavily, needing to be supported to walk.
