In an almost synchronous move, the delivery group's miscellaneous hands, claws and tentacles all reached for their blasters the moment the Twi'lek dropped the term "First Order." Cassie had absolutely no idea what the Rodians were twittering about between themselves, but the chaos that had quickly descended on the group truly meant one thing: attack.
The Cerean who'd been accepting payment from the Bothan pulled his blaster and nearly aimed it at the humanoid, but his target was off; blaster fire from the far end of the alley, the opposite end from whence the pick up crew had emerged, struck him in the arm. He cried out, dropping his blaster and immediately throwing himself behind what Cassie took for garbage cans in this forsaken galaxy. She followed suit -- along with another of the Quarrens, his comrade already growing cold on the ground -- peeking out every other moment to return fire.
"Jesus H. Christ, does everyone have to fight about every fuckin' little thing in this galaxy?" She'd seen a smattering of what had been in the crates, and while she couldn't decipher exactly what it was, all she knew was that they weren't firearms. In fact, the Twi'lek who'd been examining them seemed far too relieved and excited for it to be anything other than perhaps needed supplies. The more Cassie had looked over the group, the more ragged they appeared; these were people on the run, though from what Cassie couldn't have said. At least, not until a few moments ago.
"Anyone got any ideas here? I think we're pinned down." The Quarren with Cassie chirrped something; Cassie glanced over to him to see an Electroc Magnetic Pulse grenade held between the claws of his hand. Though she had no idea what he was saying, she got the gist of what he was going for.
"Great idea, Cthulu," she replied, holding out her hand and allowing him to hand it over; she'd learned early on in their sparse travels that the Quarrens weren't too fond of humans, but they were getting along well enough in this encounter. Cassie peeked around the edge of the dumpster, trying to see where exactly the grenade should go.