"Haar'chak..." Cannon slides into a nearby trench, drawing a bacta syringe and quickly injecting himself. His bacta processing implants kick in and he feels most of the pain dull. "Alright, now for the armor..." He hit his data pad, checking the system scans. Jetpack, tempature controls. And most visor systems were effectively offline, but it still had enough juice to operate some weapons. Stepping back he reloads his rockets and couches back into the smoke.