Placing a hand on the pilots shoulder and using his other to stabilize himself behind the pilots seat, Gren leans forward and squints through his small lensed glasses. Looking ahead through the cockpit window, he sees blaster fire zipping past the ships they are landing between.

"Never a dull moment, Scarpa. Never a dull a moment" The Bothan mutters more-so to himself as he pats the pilots shoulder and turns to make his way out of the cockpit.

Gren begins to meticulously layout his medical supplies in an area of the hold he has designated as a makeshift triage, medical room, and if need be operating room.

Smoothing his heavy robes, he again double checks every supply sometimes shifting them over even just a couple inches to the left or right.

Gren feels the small thump as the ship comes to rest in it's hovering position slightly above the ground, and the rush of wind that fills the hold as the ramp of the Pathfinder lowers itself to the ground.

He catches a stimpak as the air pushes it off the smooth table and it rolls towards the floor.

Wesk looked around as the Pathfinder shuttle arrived at the scene, only to hear another thundering round of cannon fire go off around him. The battle was taking a bigger toll on his ears than he would've expected. Just as he returned his attention to Argo, the hound was shot by the two troopers it had been fighting off. The Anooba lost balance and tumbled off the ramp, though to its fortune, the multiple layers of the padded armor had made the shot not as lethal was it would've been otherwise.

As a reflex, Wesk propped up his bowcaster and took another shot. He had been aiming low to avoid lethal damage, but this time, his shot struck straight through one of the trooper's chest, leaving a smoking hole on their armor. Quickly, he moved his aim and was about to pull the trigger, but his trusty companion beat him to the race. Argo pounded on the last standing trooper on the ramp and made sure they wouldn't stand up.

Seeing the locker next to the ladder, Charon moved over to it, and ripped it open with her force amplified strength with relative ease, and was surprised to find two people inside of it, bound by mag-cuffs.

“I found some prisoners, one looks like one of our pilots,” Charon says over the comms, “I’m going to try freeing them.”

She sees the control console, and when she sees the specific system, is easily able to deactivate the security measures, freeing both of the prisoners.

“Can we take this ship, or destroy it?” She asks the prisoners looking between them.

“I can fly this bird, but if our intelligence is correct, it has some pretty serious anti-theft protocols.” The rebel pilot replies, obviously unsteady as she regains her feet. “And I can’t do anything, unless we can get these binders off...”

”I just don’t want to be here when the Inquisitor gets back!“ the other freed prisoner interjects, “Or around when he comes after his shuttle. Not to sound ungrateful, but do you have something else?”

The KX droid’s defiant gesture from the shuttle’s busted ramp proves to be its last. As its circuits are fried by the remote cannon‘s blast, the droid is quickly overloaded, and the powerful ionic charge passes undissipated into the shipboard systems. The electricity jumps along the interior of the shuttle, lighting it in a flickering blue, to where the Mandalorian and the two freed prisoners plan their next moves.

“Stealing this one is no longer an option,” the rebel pilot astutely observes, as the emergency lighting flicks on, “But I think we may consider it effectively scuttled, for now at least.”

Out on the platform, Hugo is covering the others as they move, keeping a sharp eye out for the sniper. When he does spy the death trooper at the edge of the cargo shuttle’s roof, it is too late. The sniper has him in his sights, and the rebel never hears the blast that takes him down.

At the top of the Pathfinder’s ramp, the Bothan physician-turned-field-medic sees the rebel fighter as he goes down, and recognizes a narrow window to act, if he is brave enough to capitalize on it...

Gren moves as quickly as he can down the ramp hitting the ground at the same time as the end of the lowering ramp.

Crouching as he moves, the Bothan's blaster pistol appears from within his heavy robes as he looks towards where that shot was fired from.

Knowing the sniper is too far away to even attempt a shot, Gren knows his only option is to move fast. Get in and assess.

"Staying low and moving fast was a lot easier when I was younger" he thinks to himself.

As he approaches the rebel he quickly glances over his body to see where he's been hit.

"Are you able to move on your own?" He asks of the downed human.

“Follow me if you don’t want to be fried like a womprat at a tuskan camp,” Charon tells the contractor as she sees that the pilot is unsteady, and not wanting the pilot to be a liability, she scoops the pilot up in her arms.

“We’ll take the binders off once we are on the escape shuttle.”

With the pilot in arms, Charon dashes out of the ship, and towards the escape shuttle, trying to keep the woman in her arms as covered by her body as possible.

The rebel commando is unresponsive, and the doctor finds several scorched holes in the laminate armor. Checking his vitals, the soldier is alive, but in critical condition, and will require stabilization before he can be safely moved. And he will need help carrying the fallen fighter.

Another powerful ion blast rocks the top of the nearby shuttle, and the team he is here to extract begins to fall in toward the Pathfinder. Hopefully that means the end of the sniper who had so grievously wounded his current patient.

Seeing their exit Bonn'Uss grabs the downed droid and begins dragging it towards the escape shuttle. Hopefully we'll get some decent intel from this. Otherwise I've got a new toy...

While everyone is dealing with dragging various things into the Pathfinder, Charon runs past them all with the captured pilot, and puts her down in one of the seats in the passenger area. She pulls the safety harness over her, “We’ll do something about the binders when we aren’t near an inquisitor.”

The Mandalorian woman turns to the contractor, “See if our mechanic has time to spare to remove these bracers, I’m going to see what the overall situation is from the pilot.”

With that, Charon turns and starts walking towards the cockpit, and stands a few paces behind the pilot’s seat, “Are there anymore, or is this it?”

After downing the last two troopers that had threatened his companion, Wesk quickly stood up and looked around to the battle on the landing pad. He sought to assist his teammates, but it was too late. Just as he turned, he saw the Human Commando, shot down by a sniper atop the shuttle. He once more brought the scope of his weapon up to his eye, but just as he was about to pull the trigger, another shot from the massive Ion Cannon blinded him with the bright burst of sparks. Without anymore obstacles, the Kyuzo rushed towards the doctor and the downed Commando, taking a knee by their side to check in on his fallen comrade. He was no medic, however. He couldn't exactly do much, so he only knelt down and watched.

"Can you fix him?" He asked the Bothan in his thick Kyuzo accent.

Argo quickly arrived by Wesk's side and nudged him to grab his attention, to which the Kyuzo patted it on the head. The Anooba let out a low growl before outright barking at the Bothan, threatening to lash out just as it had with the two other troopers. Wesk immediately snapped towards his companion and held it back. He whispered inaudibly in his native tongue before turning back towards the Doctor.

"I can help if needed. To carry him to the shuttle." He tipped his hat to Gren, showing that he was more open to new comrades than his hound was.

Gren looks over his glasses at the kneeling Kyuzo. His lowered stature put them at right about eye level.

"I appreciate the offer but no, no. We mustn't attempt to move him without some type of stabilization."

"I fear it would only do more damage" He muttered the last part more to himself than his new companion.

Pulling the greyish hairs of his chin, Gren quickly glances around.

"There! In that pile. A sled. Quickly. We can use that to transport him safely to my equipment."

Wesk nodded attentively at the Bothan, still holding back his hound to keep it from wounding the only person that seemed qualified to deal with injuries. The beast slowly calmed down, but still let out a low growl at Gren. The way Argo looked up at Wesk, it almost seemed as if it was trying to gesture not to trust in them. Still, Wesk put his trust in them. They had arrived with Scarpa Flek, after all.

Upon being pointed towards the sled, the Kyuzo quickly stood up and nodded for Argo to accompany him. He approached the pile of rubble and swiftly pushed it aside, then picked the grav-sled up and carefully walked back towards the medic. He gently set it down and with utmost caution helped place Hugo on top for safe transportation into their escape shuttle. Once he made sure Gren could take care of the rest, he turned around and walked backwards, keeping an eye out on the possible exits that the Task Force could use to catch up to them.

“I am Scarpa Flek. sksk. Hunter and guide. Secure your patient. tktk. We must go at once.”

A dedicated vocoder is not visible, though a small survival apparatus is apparent on their guide’s chest. The new passengers cannot be certain if it is the faceless Melitto’s own voice or not. Either way, the dialect betrays some of the clicks of its native vocalizations, insectoid in nature.

Flek is the pilot, and appears to comprise the entire complement of the A-36 Pathfinder, apart from the diminutive Bothan Doctor, who quickly secures sled and patient in the small medbay.

With the exception of the task force, preoccupied in the levels beneath Watercrest, there is no Imperial presence to prevent their departure. The ship experiences some turbulence until it exits the atmosphere, but proves to be an exceedingly smooth ride once into the blackness of space.

Just as the tenseness of the extraction is starting to wear off, and the doctor is beginning a more thorough examination of the fallen rebel commando, the patient abruptly rolls to his side. Argo’s hackles rise, and even Scarpa’s cilia stand on end, as he plugs in the coordinates for their jump to hyperspace. They can both sense something foreign, exotic... alien, amongst them.

A chittering sound the passengers can almost feel, starting low, but resounding from the close bulkheads, sets all the passengers on edge. A chitinous claw appears from the underside of the unconscious patient, then another and another...

The Chiss slicer, hearing the chittering tried to focus on where it was coming from. The medbay!

He took out his baton and extended it in one quick motion and slowly moved towards it.

"Team, I think there's something coming from the medbay..."

“What are you on about?” Charon asks as she hears the Chiss announce that there was a sound coming from the Medbay, with little caution since she thought they were safe, walks from where she had been standing in the cockpit towards the medbay, touching the control panels to the door and watching them open.

The chittering grows louder as the passengers approach the medbay. Gren watches in horror as a large crab-like creature creeps out from beneath his patient, and abruptly lunges for his face!

It fails to get a grip on the Bothan doctor, but it sinks its claws into his shoulder, before dropping to the deck and scuttling for the door.

Wesk and Argo were peacefully sitting outside of the med-bay, waiting for their turn to get patched up by the doctor and their new companion, Gren the Bothan. Argo was curled up by the Kyuzo's side, and although its position gave off the impression of relaxing, its upright ear gestured otherwise. Even if the people around them had helped in the escape from Watercrest Outpost, the Anooba didn't exactly feel comfortable around them. Not yet.

On the polar opposite side of the spectrum was Wesk. He sat cross-legged, gently scratching Argo's back as they waited to arrive at their new destination. After the chaotic lift-off, Wesk attempted to talk his companion into being more trusting towards the rest of the crew, whilst also dealing with the conflicting emotions from the past battle. On one hand, he had only attacked to keep them from harming Argo; on the other, they their weapons to stun, meaning they wouldn't have been lethally wounded. He continued pondering on it for a good second until...

A chilling sensation ran down Wesk's spine and Argo's hackles sprouted up like tensed needles, alerting them to the alien presence onboard. Quickly, it leapt from its curled position towards the entrance of the med-bay, acting with a much bigger sense of urgency than Charon or Bon'Uss were displaying. Alerted by Argo's sudden movements, Wesk quickly picked himself up from the ground and followed after Argo, only to find Gren being assaulted by a giant creature, similar to a crab and a spider.

Argo's fight-or-flight reflexes kicked in and it quickly lunged at the creature, using its powerful mandibles to bite it and keep it in place momentarily. Thanks to Argo's help and an inexplicable abrupt surge of strength, Wesk lifted his foot into the air and unleashed a devastating axe kick onto the alien's shell.

CRACK!!!

The sheer blunt trauma created a large fissure on one of its sides, weakening the creature and leaving it to limp through the ship.

Gren stumbles back as something bounds against him.

"Argghhh" The bothan grunts as the creatures claws rip through his thick robes and tears into his furry flesh.

Struggling with the ripped fabric of his robes he can barely get his blaster ready as Wesk comes crashing by with a mighty and powerful kick.

Seeing the damage done, Gren grimaces at his light blaster pistol as he aims it at the crab like alien.

The Bothan doctor takes his shot, but is uncertain how effective it is. Regardless, the creature is undeterred, and continues to scuttle about.

At this point, the Imperial Dark Trooper clanks toward the medbay. Apparently Bonn’s spike has completed its conversion, repaired it from the ion overload, and it is now prepared to assist.

Snap Baton in hand Bonn'Uss moves forward to strike the creature. It's natural agility and hardened hide make it hard for the slicer to land a strong hit on it but he does manage to unbalance it enough it that it skitters weirdly. Hopefully someone gets a good hit it on before it gets me! he thinks to himself releasing he is within its threat range...

Charon, noticing the the crab like alien, rushes forward and holds her hand in a fist as she brings the force of her entire body behind the fist, striking the hard exo-skeleton of the crab like creature, burying her hand inside of it, creating a fearsome wound along it’s shell. As she pulls her hand out, the force of pulling away causes the Crab to turn over, knocking it prone.

The Dark Trooper sat mostly lifeless, slumped against the wall as the others rushed for the medbay. Having been though mechanical torture since touchdown at Watercrest, DT2-01O saw this period of deactivation as something of a vacation. That being said, he could also feel something in him had changed. New routines replacing old ones, wires hap-hazardously crimped together and his onboard self-repair systems working in over drive. After a few minutes of blissful rest, the droid was ready to get back on its feet.

DT2-01O reached behind and grabbed it's weapon off it back as it marched towards the commotion in medbay. Without so much as a word the droid fired a blast as soon as it entered the room, missing by millimetres but still continuing its advance.

"Your move, creature." was uttered by the approaching machine.

And indeed, the creature does move. It’s chitinous shell is still mostly intact, and it does not seem to be slowing down, as it scrabbles with its long claws to right itself.

Seeing the med bay becoming crowded, Gren takes advantage of the newly formed wall of "protection" that's filled the room.

Slinking back behind everyone Gren still holds his light blaster pistol. Peeking past his allies , Gren states the obvious as he squints through his glasses.

"It looks as if it is still alive. It would also seem that it's exoskeleton is offering it quite a bit of protection. Fascinating, really!"

As the Dark Trooper enters the room and space becomes limited, the medic does his best to make sure the human in need of healing remains as secure as possible.

"Please! Please! Do be careful." He begins shouting above the noise to no one in particular.