Kresst, as he was rushing towards the ship, was drastically different from his normal, relaxed state. Where as he was usually slow to the point of being frustrating, he was now springing forward with each force-assisted leap. Even then, it was clear that he was holding back so that Mach would even be able to keep up at all. More than Kresst, the clone's armor hinted at the ordeal they had been through, being covered in dust with a cracked helmet held under his arm. 

For Kresst, the explosions and blaster fire he heard and felt on his approach plainly showed that the conflict had not been restricted to the Sith temple, which made it even more imperative that they get off of the planet quickly. As much as he wanted to obtain the Sith artifact, he did not feel it worthwhile enough to risk throwing his life away over it. 

"We've been betrayed!" Kresst shouted as he neared Mevenn. "We need to get off of this planet right now! Are your men already aboard?"