Sidara flinched as the grenade went off, electricity flashing through the alley. She ducked back behind her cover, considering the options and looking wistfully at the crates filled with the supplies she and the Resistance so desperately needed. She could hear one of the Rodians shouting and she shook her head. This was the worst supply run she'd ever been on.
"Rai!" she heard the Bothan call her and Sidara shut her eyes, because she knew what was about to come next. "Our colleague makes a good point," he said from his position beside the human. "We need to get out of here."
The urge to protest was instantaneous. She hated giving up. But he was right, because the pulse grenade would buy them time and it could buy them an escape window that they might not get again once the enemy recovered. She had teammates down and who knew how many people were injured from the group they'd met. Staying here would be foolish and potentially deadly. So with a heavy sigh, she nodded to herself. They would get another opportunity. There would be more supplies to purchase. "Okay," she returned her answer. Sidara shifted, positioning herself so that she could make a run for it. She shouted out to the Rodians as well, her warning spoken in her clunky Rodese just in case.
"On my count, I'll cover you and everyone makes a run for it," the Bothan called, pointedly looking to the human beside him. "We all get out of this." Sidara grimaced from where she sat, crouched. Bothans were such heroes, always ready to sacrifice themselves.