"Everyone back to the boat now!" Casamir yelled over the com, his harsh voice was trailed by a string of gunfire as he retreated down a hall way. The crew may have stirred a hornet's nest on this mission. Who would have though an arms shipment would be so heavily armed? None the less he spoke over the com again. "Grab what you can, leave the rest." He barked as he ducked around a corner, bullets zipping into the bulkhead beside him. He growled, firing back at the guards aimlessly just to slow them down while he heard the distinct firing of the ship's point defense guns kicking in, raking across activating systems of the arms ship while they detected threats. Oh the motherland held nothing back with his baby. A chuckle escaped him as he tossed a grenade, brutal brutal weapons in the confined areas of a ship. Slamming the door behind him and locking it just as the explosion ripped those inside apart he booked it to the deck, watching the phalanx cannons firing coming to a halt. A distinct computer voice entering his earbead. "Threats neutralized..." A small chuckle escaped him, his baby was awefully self centered when it came to threats. None the less he jumped over a series of crates only to hunker down behind them. "You guys have 2 minutes before I leave, MOVE IT!"