"Gunners...building...Snipers...rooftop." Lorj dropped to his stomach and began lining up shots on the rooftop xenlys. "Fire at will." With the expertise of a veteran, Lorj eliminated three xenly in a second and began to clear the rooftop even before his men had fired their first shot. As a team, they rained death upon the murderous crowd of insects and was buying Jedi Romar a tremendously, generous amount of time. The Murachaun's mind went into a place that only snipers went into. The rifle was the will of Gods long dead and Lorj was administering it with worthy touch and patience. Lorj moved from one target to the next in the fluid movement of a bird flying. To anybody watching, he was just firing, but to the Reptilian, he was painting an awe-inspiring masterpiece of death. He stopped to reload. "How much time?" "T - 40." They would need to hurry. The snipers were good and the gunners were doing admirably, but the guns guns were getting hot and he did not want to waste all their ammo on one mission. However, he had to save Romar, the Commander was counting on him. "Keanne...fire rocket." They resumed fire and Keanne blasted a rocket at the side of the building that they were approaching which would provide them some extra time to get there. "Hold on...Jedi."