"Have Betuu give us approximate location of forces and other pertinent tac data," he told Toland, instantaneously grasping that Betuu wasn't going to lose his cool in reporting everything concisely and accurately where the Lieutenant might be a little busy having his first firefight. It was an intuitive thing on Besk's part, but he knew it was a good gut call. A droid might be limited in devising a plan, but you could always rely on one to provide a pretty accurate kriffing report in a pinch, which would really help them get it together.

Behind the wheel of the speeder truck, Besk managed to drive recklessly fast, using the navigation assistance console and the HUD display that advised him that he was breaking the speeding laws -- of course, right now, the locals were probably way more concerned about a firefight than traffic control. As they drew closer to the fighting, Besk used the information from Betuu to position the truck with a good line of escape close to a good ambush point that'd give them a clear pop at the enemy's flanks. It was still taking too long, even at the speeds at which he was moving.

In any case, they had limited weapons but could still pull off a hit-and-fade ambush, "This is the plan," he briefed the others quickly, "Infiltrate, hit contacts with grenades, open fire when the frags go off," it had to be fast, and wanted to give the others the gist of the plan there. "Pull back if it's hairy, link with the LT if we can. If not, back to this van and we bug out. Stay alive." 

The speeder truck, dilapidated as it was, fit well with the grimy industrial backdrop of Ganatoo, and the vehicle itself was inconspicuous. Using the navigational data, he had a good idea of where to park the thing and disembark the passengers, himself included, with a pistol in hand. He had a det on him, and it would be used. They had to finish this business quickly, and that's why he moved quickly, finding the right sort of urban/industrial cover in the form of crates and trash receptacles as he tried to pick a low-visibility approach on the enemy, guided by the sounds of their fire. It was taking just too kriffing long, with Liberators under fire, and Besk wanted to relieve the pressure, but not get killed doing it. They were taking risks, already, by moving the way they were, which was fast enough to draw notice if the bounty hunters had lookouts. 

It was a calculated risk, hoping that the bounty hunters were unaware of any other operation outside of the spaceport. 

When they were in place, braced against cover, Besk let the detonator fly, initiating their ambush. He only stopped long enough to note that it wasn't Imperial military, yet, but rather, fringe scum, not infantry.  The plan would work even better on them, or worse if they were professional mercs, though he doubted they were due to a lack of sentries -- Bounty hunters tended to focus on the prey and didn't tend to expect actual reinforcement or the targets to fight back like trained military. There was a grouping of them pouring on fire on the Lieutenant and Slooga and the shuttle with a light repeating blaster, and they had a real good field of fire with a weapon that had good range and rate of fire.

The detonator went off and that's when the blaster fire came up, gratifyingly on cue, and that's when the bounty hunters started to get confused about where the fire was coming from.