The guardsman braced for impact as the unusually spiky Chitin warrior rushed through the doorway, wielding a macabre tool indeed: the body of a dead guardsman. He was slammed into the wall, pushed up against the corpse by the immense strength of the alien, cracking several ribs, feeling the life drain from him rapidly. His vision swirled away from him once more as he struggled to stay conscious. He coughed a small spew of blood that dripped from the expanding crack in his visor. 

The Cybernetic one had offered him a deal. But he could do one better. 

“No…” he wheezed, attempting to speak with as much strength as he could muster. “You’re here to kill Kolac, right?” 

He coughed again, and a little more blood came from his lips. He tried to adjust himself to make his position a little less unbearable. 

“He’s paranoid… He’s been preparing. The…” He gasped for a breath of air before he continued. “The… The Arakath came here a few weeks ago…” He blinked hard, keeping his eyes open through immense willpower. “Slinging some cryptic bullshit about… The Star Marshals overestimating themselves… Said they gotta be eliminated… He’s been expecting Arakath assassins… You’re not Arakath. You’re not with them,” 
He pushed back against the Chitin a little, not expecting the alien to give any way as he addressed them both, though mostly the Cybernetic who seemed to be most forgiving. 
“The room he’s in… Trapped. Go inside and you’ll be dead…. seconds… explosive doors, stealth turrets… You gotta draw the guy out… I only joined cos… I wanted to do him over myself… Elaina, killed her… I know it was him…”

The Guard collapsed from lack of oxygen. He was still breathing, but heavily unconscious. His head slumped to the side. He wouldn’t have long left being crushed by the Chitin.