The first of the cutters attempting to get in through the hull finally finished, the heavy durasteel plate capable of holding in the atmosphere clattered to the deck plating with distinct ring of metal against metal. It was not unlike that of a church bell in the confines of the cargo bay, the sort that would be sounded should a call to arms be made. Arla moved in, a long steel pole in her hands, while the first man through was still blinking rapidly, blinded as he tried to adjust from brilliant sun baked desert to the dim interior. The butt end of the long pole slammed into his stomach then Arla danced back, twisted and brought the other end of the makeshift spear. She wasn't sure what the thing she held was but it was the proper length and heft for a staff or spear.

The first man down, Arla withdrew as several mercenaries outside peppered the hole with crimson hued blaster bolts. She suspected they'd do such. She rather suspected they'd throw in one of their fire spheres and was rewarded when it clinked against the deck plate some moments later. Concealed behind a cargo container she heard it detonate, the pressure wave rebounding off of the walls resonating in her lekku, those sensitive head tails twi'lek were born with. There was enough force to cause her to wince her eyes in pain.

Shimmying up a creature cage she leaped back up into the rafters, her bare feet dangling before the light of an emergency light for but a moment before she pulled herself up into the shadowed recesses of the support frame.