The Mandalorian gave little more than a sigh, now activating his jetpack to give himself a boost of speed towards the fight, taking a single leap off the ground before rushing forward and turning towards the battle.

Once there, if he could he'd raise himself above the group and let off a shout in Mando'a - amplified slightly through his helmet to at least make it clear it was him who spoke; "Ke nu'jurkadir sha Mando'ade!" His voice was one full of pride as he let himself fall into the fray, opening fire with his twin blaster pistols and aiming to use one of the Sentries' own faces to halt his descent. Once there, he knew to become nondiscriminatory, opening fire wildly into the fray at the enemies, simply wishing to fire upon as many of the foes as one humanly could and then some.
Even here, his crew mates may be able to see how the Mandalorian was not so much enraged despite his fierce fighting - but joyous. Manic. Perhaps he was a lunatic, but he was enjoying this fight.

The Mandalorian launched himself towards the fight, frightning enough by half, while the Crimson Blur's captain adopted a more conservative approach to the engagement, dropping to a knee and taking aim with both hands for one of the sentries more distant from the rampaging bounty hunter, keeping her sight trained on him, before she pulled the trigger and fired a stun bolt at the man.

The nautolan doctor let out a yelp of surprise and ducked down as the Mandolorian flew overhead shouting on mando'a and firing wildly. Ducking back tp the corner the Nautolan took cautious shots into the fray attempting to hit the non-imperials hoping they had enough bacta patches for the inevitable wounds

Meanwhile, Zin continued her shaky fire, not really seeing what she was firing at, but caught in a manner of death frenzy considering she was certain the Imperials were both capable of seeing in the dark and also more than happy to relieve her of her life.

Fritz wasn't one to enjoy fighting with blasters. If he could have, he would have rigged something to blow up and avoid the fighting all together. The little Jawa was tempted to just throw his makeshift frag grenade at the sentries, but then snake man decided it was a good idea to bring a vibro blade to a gunfight. Fritz remembered snake man helped him get his drink from the table, and blowing snake man up wasn't going to be the best way to show appreciation. And if it wasn't clustered enough near all the shooting, the mandalorian that ignored Fritz decided to literally jump in on the action. "Does friend team really like getting shot that much?!" Fritz exasperated his disbelief toward the whole situation.

And if it didn't get confusing enough for the Jawa, suddenly a purple squid haired man seemingly appeared out of no where. (@bossaroo ) "and who this now?!"

Reunited

Varel didn't waste much time after his initial reaction from the scorch he received from the sentry that had hit him, firing a spray of rounds from his pistols the first blast hitting the sentry he had hit earlier leaving a satisfying burn mark in his chest armor. The second shot barely missing its target do to the sentry pulling back after the first shot struck him. With the chance of being shot from both sides distracting him Rtora's slash missed its intended target. The two sentries that were least wounded both pulled out their vibroblades to repel the closest attack, which was currently Rtora. The first missed completely as he fumbled to repel his attacker. The second sentry was even less fortunate, as he lunged for Rtora he stumbled over his own discarded blaster carbine stabbing himself as he fell. The other two wounded sentries didn't fair much better as the low light and their wounds caused them to spray wildly, completely missing everything but the walls. Valrin joined the fray in true Mandolorian style, a battle cry on his lips and propelled in to close range by his jet pack. His first shot mortally wounding one of the sentries currently attacking Rtora while his follow up shot just impacted the floor. Landing on one of the sentries merely just knocked the man off balance. Taking aim on one of the sentries firing at them Kina was able to knock the man down while Zin was able to incapacitate him. Flustered by the actions of the Mandolorian, Dek's shot went wide. Fritz on the other hand was not at all thrilled with this blaster fight, but was still able to knock down the last sentry firing a blaster carbine.

"It was easy enough," Varel grinned and approached the sentry he downed, double-tapping it just to make sure the man stayed dead. "If the rest of these Imperials are as good in combat as this group, I'm sure we can slaughter this entire without much issue. And capture the officer of course. Alive and all."

"So who's for it? Go back and clean the house completely?" he asked and while waiting on answers, went down and started inspecting the corpse of the one sentry he killed for some extra items.

Dek discreetly took a fallen blaster carbine from the floor sliding it underneath their feet and stowing ir behind them. Dek then turned to the Twi'lek who had freed them ( @Kalle ) "i assume these are your fellows seeing how the mandolorain leaped forward with reckless abandon ?" The Doctor asked as they surveyed the group infront of them, a Jawa in the corner , a reptilian race they hadnt before seen , and the Injured Zabrak.

They looked to the Zabrak and their injuries "hello ? Are you badly injured sir ?" The Nautolan asked their oaths and good nature showing through for a moment

"That's right," the freighter captain replied, turning her eyes on the rest of the squad. "This is Doctor Dek Yerra," Kina supplied, by way of explanation, introducing the genial nautolan with a lazy gesture towards the alien. "They were held here by the Imps, but has agreed to help us out... for now, anyway," she said, eyeing the doctor. Allowing no dramatic pause for effect, Kina turned her eyes instead on Zin. A quick scrutiny told her whether the Zelosian was all right, and she seemed content with what she saw.

"All right, listen up," she said, looking about the little group. "We've been lucky so far, but it's best to know when to quit. Plan's already out the window, we've been unable to get a hold of the lieutenant, we don't know if he's still on the premises. We need to worry about our exit, which means the next stop is the launch pad. If we're lucky, he'll come to us... Once we've secured the shuttle, know for a fact that it's ours... We can go hunting. But blasters stay on stun, that's our paycheck you're gambling with," she said with a flat stare at Varel. "If I see or hear another deadly shot, you're flying home as cargo."

The Mando didn't pay too much attention now as he looked over the sentries - grimly, he'd be laying off kill shots on the incapacitated soldiers if he could, one by one, and with that he'd reach to start gathering a few of their E-11's -to set them alongside his own pistols' holsters.

He hadn't bothered to say anything to the group just yet, of course, instead glancing towards the Twi'lek to listen to her rambling, and as though in response to her warning, he set one pistol to stun, which by all accounts thus far, seemed to be in his dominant left hand.


@Kalle