Unknown planet, dragging a Jedi prisoner without knowing what is going on. Exactly the situation Cantrell loves. Brushing his hand along the chestpiece of his armor, the deep gouge he received from Coruscant still present, Cantrell throws his rifle up, allowing it to rest on his shoulder. He throws a quick glance over at Danik and Johanna before hearing Dareus exclaimation. "Sergeant, we have contact!" One of the troopers points ahead of the team. Cantrell nods, raising his rifle up to eye level. "Rifles up! Anything not Imperial, show no quarter." "Fire in the hole!" "I already know I am."