"Leave me, Helaynae. The destroyer comes for my soul." Helaynae shakes her head but as she does so a burst of round connects with them and sends them to the floor. Winded she looks back at the now limp body before managing to crawl towards the Falcon and boarding. 4. She had lost 4 Guardians and the ones left alive were wounded. The Grav Tank lifts of a begins to speed towards the mustering point, to inform Xanis of the occurence.
Lying in the ground the wounded Guardian stirs silghtly and rolls himself over, removing his helmet and spitting blood onto the floor as he watched the Falcon soar away. "Don't blame ...yourself Helaynae...everthing has a purpose." He laid back and waited for the mammals to approach and finish him.