Sol'id had slammed his foot into the ground and launched himself behind cover, the lasfire from the E-Web just behind him. The scorch marks along the floor showed just how close that was. His mind working like a machine, Sol'id gazed around the areas of the hanger he could as his left hand prepped the rocket along his wrist. As Elias and Sirka were beginning to discuss battle plans, Sol'id had readied his rocket. He'd only have one good shot at this, and he needed a good angle as well.

"Too slow, new fish." Sol'id said, rolling out of cover into the center of the hall that moved towards the hanger. 

Just as the E-Web was beginning to rev up to fire at him, the rocket shot from his wrist. Long years of combat aiding his superb aiming, the warhead impacting at the bottom of the gun. Both the E-Web and the man working it were launched backwards, charred and broken into small pieces. Sol'id didn't give them time to collect themselves, grabbing his blaster and standing up to his full height, laying down an unholy amount of fire to provide suppression. 

"Go, now!" He called to Elias, trusting that Sirka would aid him in laying down the fire to allow the younger Mando to secure the package. A few of the pirates began firing back, causing Sol'id to back off a bit, but he never stopped, reloading with a practiced ease, giving them no time to breath. He was hit in the shoulder, but merely grunted despite the injury.