"Nobody unload here.  Now that we've regrouped, let's get to the police station.  Five, Ten, take the left and right flanks.  CC9, follow the truck, I'll stay on rearguard.  Seven, lets keep moving.  Watch for speeders that may be easily salvageable as you go."

"Alright, people, get in to the formation and let's get going. If we are attacked enroute to the police station, swoops will buy time for the truck. And CC9, as the commander would most likely not agree with using dead corpses as ammunition, neither will I, even if it would give me a tactical edge. It is simply not how we do things - not on my watch."

"This is not 'your watch'," CC9 points out, "there is no leader whilst the Commander and Nine are absent.  You imply authority that you do not possess."

"CC9, your suggestion has been noted and rejected," Cor states firmly.  "Follow Five's instruction with beta-three priority for the duration of this mission."

"Affirmative, Mistress."

"Forwarding law enforcement station locational data now."

Datapads belonging to the Talons flash with the relevant information, including coordinates.  The station is en route to the spaceport, which is rather handy.

"Who's your demolitions expert?  I'm good with explosives, she's better.  "I'm also skilled with heavy weapons and ordanance."

"Five, Ten.  Whichever of you can work out their left from their right, kindly take position on the LEFT flank.  Unless you are expecting an imminent attack from the right, we don't need you both on the same side."

"Ten, Five. Scoot over to the other side of the truck to keep Two happy, will you."

"Hammer: According to their projected skillset profiles Two, Five and Ten have some ability with explosives.  I am also programmed for demolitions.  Insufficient data exists to determine who would have the most skill in this area but combining the ability of six such individuals should be sufficient to complete the set mission parameters."

"A few small alleys coming up, narrow but we'll fit at reduced speed.  Will take us longer to get there.  Maybe we should just risk going forward."

"Shot fired.  Repeat shot fired.  South side, parallel to Seven's position.  No fix on the shooter though he has elevation."

"Southern rooftop, lone Wookiee, probably male.  Wielding a light sniper rifle, possibly hunting rifle."  The droid's voice is sharp and quick.  "Extreme caution advised."

"Seven, head up towards the wookie for distraction. I'll join you. Two, Ten, CC and Doc, keep on moving through the kill-zone and keep your eyes peeled."
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Kyvarr listened before speaking.  "Single shooter, low yield weapon.  Either a lone shooter, a distraction or bait."

She seemed to ponder for a second.  "Get us through doc, as fast as you can.  A rifle wont do much damage but he could have friends or trying to lure us out of our vehicles."

"I noticed the shooter too. Seems to have his sights on you, Seven. And roger that, Five."

"Ten take point, I'll stay at the back.  Steer the best path for the vehicles and they will follow you.  Doc, CC9.  Stay in formation with Ten.  I'll do my best to watch the sides for more attackers."

"Breaking formation is ill-advised," CC9 states before adding, "Acknowledged, Two."

Flash grumbled in his native tongue.  "[Language unknown: P osurwa.  Wi t tionla nthole er, oneen omeousive k actelo p is?]"

Cor sighs over the comms, a quiet, soft sigh.  When she speaks her voice is slightly strained.  "Noted.  I am not familiar with the vernacular but I saw the explosion via CC9's vidlink.  Continue with the objective; we can mourn Five later.  M4-5, activate backup alpha-authority protocols.  You are now Seven's."

As Dohr asks his question Cor makes a small negatory vocal sound.  "Doc, his comm unit is not registering as functional.  Considering the fireball I doubt very much if there is enough left of his comm unit to constitute a security risk but I have nonetheless isolated his unit from the channel.  This channel remains secure."

She continues in an efficient, hard tone.  "Seven, you have command of the immediate team, with aid from what specialist advice you can get."  Then she adds, in a gentler tone, "Ten, release your M4 droid.  They are armed with light blasters and hopefully will be able to keep a lookout for you."

"Hey Eleven, I know this is a long shot, but are you able to get us a floor plan for this place?  Save us wasting time searching through all the jockstraps in the laundry room."

"Negative Seven.  Holonet is a mess, would take too long, maybe hours."

"Someone is telling us to stop - they're using a loud hailer.  No-one visible."

"Seven here:  Vyn is going in to negotiate - he'll have his comms set to transmit at all times.  If he uses the word 'Toast' in a sentence for any reason, we storm the place and rescue him.  Hammer, CC9: you'll be leading the team if that happens - have an assault plan ready."