"Remember, Captain said limited explosives. Don't blow a huge whole in the side of the ship and send us all into space. I'd be fine with it if we were in a planet's orbit or something, could you just imagine all the chaos then?" Zuhlg said with a tentacled smirk as he eyed Onhar, his voice lecturing in tone but it was mostly in jest. 

He liked to keep up a friendly rapport with his squad-mates, it helped relieved some of the immense pressure they were under. The Ugnaught simply rolled his eyes in reply. Being outnumbered wasn't an unusual situation to a special forces team. Still while the Quarren would never admit it, he was a bit nervous about the mission. He had the utmost faith in himself and his soldiers, but they had gotten lucky on Anaxes. They'd all made it back in one piece even when that mission had gone awry. Zulhg was not the biggest believer in luckiness, but that was an example of it for his men. Of course the incredible talent of his team probably had something to do with it as well.

"Sargent Bren, what are our odds of making it out of here alive?" Mos Zessom inquired. The skeletal Givin simply stared at him for a brief moment, formulating an answer inside his mathematically focused mind.

"Don't say it. The odds are in our favor though, Maker knows that." Zulhg interrupted gently with a raised hand and another calming smile. 

Then the seven soldiers of Chain-Breaker squadron took up strategic positions in the corridors right as the Captain ordered them to do so. Zulhg quietly removed his blaster rifle from its sling, he could see the aliens under his command making the same motions. Then he ducked behind cover, his mind going to more primal thoughts. How many Imperial dogtags he was going to take this day, it was his duty as squad leader to try to claim the most. The thought further calmed the Quarren.