Gods be damned the suspect was taking fire! How was he supposed to return him for the investigation if hijackers decided that it would be better should he be without limbs or head? He wanted to grumble aloud but there were more pressing matters at hand that demanded his immediate attention.
Not to mention one of the Jedi had taken a hit too... though he cared far less about them than his job and, right now, the suspect was his job and the job came first. So the suspect came first, alongside general public safety of course. And then things went from bad to worse as the ship exited hyperspace far too fast to be their scheduled stop.
"Kark... it's a trap."
He reached down and grabbed Kel, pulling him up to his feet and dusting him off with one hand as he examined where the shot had landed. Noting how the armour was cracked and deformed, he grimaced slightly at the light burning of the skin but it looked worse than it was. He patted the man on the other arm.
"We'll see about some bacta when we can." he assured the suspect before shouting out, "Corran! What's your status kid, you alright?"
He grunted to the Jedi.
"One of you check the cockpit." he told them, before speaking lowly so that only Corran, Kel and the closest Jedi could hear him, "We need to prep for worst case scenario here; boarding actions. We got anything bigger than a rifle between us?"
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