Firion had no idea what was going on. His side hurt from a blaster shot he took to the side, rather surprised his armor didn't hold up, and he was unable to find time to try and heal it. He didn't have his weapons and had no idea why not, how could someone lose six different weapons?! Still, without them, he was a bit faster and lighter on his feet now. But he couldn't protect himself anymore. Not for long, anyway.

That's when he heard a voice calling to him, leading Firion to look at the large man with the robotic arm. The man blasted at his chasers, giving him enough cover fire for Firion to make his way over to the man saving him. He just hoped he was making the right decision in following this man. He wasn't an untrustworthy individual, but Firion had been betrayed in the past. Still, the 18-year old trusted his gut and he needed to to get of this mess. He grimaced and held his side as he made it over to the older man. "Thanks, sir. Can you tell me what's going on? It seems I've lost my way."

And is being shot at. No big deal. Not exactly a first, to be fair, but the blaster fire was something he certainly hadn't experienced before.