Ced looked back to his two remaining conscious squad members.  "Kol, Riel.  Get the wounded over to the med droid.  Patrol droids, guard the west hallway.  They may have reinforcements coming."<br/><br/>He began moving down the other direction, toward Davith, triggering his commlink.  "All teams, Purple here, en route to Blue.  One dead, three wounded, leaving both squads and droids behind-on rear guard.  Request one red squad rear support, one...one forward."<em>Requesting support already.  Could have just called for an elite squad and Fanchi might still be alive.  No, he was dead too fast.  No way a strike would have arrived in time.  Both squads would have died</em>.  He flicked on his lightsaber.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Moving to O17 unstealthed</div></div>