"What about the rest of us..." Nathaniel muttered, shaking his heads as he unclasped his hands from behind his back and relaxed his posture. The tall brooding man, standing at 6'10 looked between the group, thinking it through. His T shaped visor had a light in the glass, and he drew a Lightsaber, the blade glowing a deep red. "Worst case, myself and the boys start hitting them with some close range weapons." Nate said, the blade deactivating as he put it back in its place. "How bad can these guys be, right? We can a few flamethrowers up in here, and some overhead cover from friendly Ships if need be."