The Quarren takes his stand close to the one called Terran. He stands in the best defensive position he knows, with one foot forward, and his arms stretched slightly, allowing him to move his saber around him at nearly any angle with no difficulty. He tries to merely just deflect most of it out of his way, but once in a while tries to send the bolts back to where it came from.
His demeanor, unlike the others, is calm, and smooth. Anger may prove useful for straightforward battle, but why take a risk when it seems that the others is doing it for him.
You keep dishing out those bolts, Kydor, and another bolt goes into your knee.
You nail quite a few, Dalton, but none go down!
You cut one down, Reez, but one of those batons nearly gets you!
Deflecting shots smoothly, Endecano. Nothing gets past your blade.
Galiss, you start forwards, breaking into a run. Terran stands in the way.
"We're gettin out of here, not killing everyone! Besides, someone can launch torps from their ship into the hangar once we take off. We're going!"
Tarnidmir is providing cover as he stops heading for the ships momentarily.
Quor, you get a few hits in, but the guards are scattering when you open fire.
More guards will just keep coming, Legion, the count doesn't matter. But they are all massing on your right side, if you were standing with your back to the left wall of the hangar, which is where you entered. They are entering through the doors to your right. The ships are to the left, and I advice that you get there before they shoot you.