Jace tossed aside the heavy weapon and walked out of the building. Moving straight toward his new allies who were firing from what he could only describe as a trench. He tilted his body and moved to the side as a few bolts and globs of plasma sailed past him.
He stopped and crouched at the edge of the trench. Looking down at a Mar'talic who seemed to have some type of markings he was not seeing on the others. So he must be a commander or at least in charge of someone. "Hey you, take me to the current leader of your group." Jace used the auto translation for the Victorium common language.
The Mar'talic flinched and then held a hand up to the side of its helmet and tilted its head as it seemed to be talking with someone.
