((You'd be surprised what little things cant take down otherwise unstopable warriors. *shrug* It was just a thought.))

Kal stays with Boomer, his helmet still off, struggling to detatched the slagged, sparking power unit. It was lucky for them all that the shields hadnt failed while the Commano was wearing a demolitions load. Boomer, on the ground, moves weakly but without concious purpose.

Twitch leaps up beside Chief, and the two sprint after their sargent.

The trandoshan is all movement and power. As Darok stumbles back and falls. She drops one of the ornate blades to free a tri-taloned hand. Her arms were longer then human arms, which might disorient Darok as he attempts to prepare for hand-to-hand. Might as well have tried to box a wookiee.

The claws seek to grab his throat - or if he's fast enough to reel back - the front of his ripped shirt. Snarling hisses that might be a curse, might be a promise to gut him. Whatever it is, the alien is in a blood rage over the attack, and someone was going to die. If she notices Keq, there is no sign of it.

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