-who shoots it as ordered, twice, one which his armour manages to absorb and one which partly gets through the damaged section there- 

-and he makes a noise of pain, as well, the combined injuries making him gasp-hiss quietly as he disengages from Canin and retreats towards the door they'd come in through, missing one blaster and a fair amount of blood. 

Canin draws his blaster as quickly as possible and shoots after the man, but doesn't pursue him, instead turning back to Alek and contemplating the task of carrying him.

He ducks behind the door, avoiding the bolts, and, based on the sound his steps are making due to his injured foot, keeps on going down the hall inside. 

Jamis pulls her eyes off the doorway and gives him a wide-eyed look, but moves off Alek and pulls him up a little to make picking him up easier for Canin. She's only 12, and only a little bigger than the 8 year old, so she definitely can't carry him herself. 

He lifts the kid, settling him mostly on his uninjured arm.

"It's gonna be slower for me to put him down now, and harder for me to respond without doing so, you need to shoot anyone you see immediately.  Keep an eye out for that guy coming back, but our goal is to get out as quickly as possible, not to get bogged down in a fight."  He hasn't said anything this long to her since they left the ship, and he sounds extremely serious about it.

She nods extremely seriously back, "Okay." She holds her blaster at the ready and... leaves the safety off, now, the reaction time will probably be important and she can make sure not to aim at Canin and Alek or herself. She definitely wants to shoot at more people than she doesn't, around here. 

Go, she gestures at him? Him first or her? 

He nods, and gestures for her to go first. 

She takes the lead then, putting more focus on paying attention to everyone around her that isn't Canin or Alek. She... thinks there isn't anyone immediately outside the front doors. She goes out carefully, anyway, and proceeds cautiously but quickly around the building to the path they'd taken from Canin's ship through the trees. 

(She can't feel the man who'd last attacked them at all. She couldn't feel him during the fight, either, she thinks, but she hadn't been paying as much attention as she is now. That's... pretty scary, actually.) 

He follows along after her, carrying Alek and looking around with the help of the HUD for anything she may have missed.

Nothing seems to be ahead of them, but after a minute or so they can hear pursuit coming up after them through the trees from the base. Jamis picks up her pace then, trying to keep ahead of them and get back to the ship before they can catch up. It'd be really bad to get caught out in the open like this, she's pretty sure. 

"Run."

He doesn't raise his voice to say it, but he does break into an all-out run, going faster than her shorter legs can carry her towards the ship.

Okay, running! Her legs might normally be too short to keep up with him but she seems to be managing fine anyway, actually, putting all her effort into not getting caught by slavers, thanks. 

They make it up into the ship before any of their pursuers catch them, but it's a near thing, their tracks in the snow making a perfect trail to track them by. The ramp closes behind them just as the first few guards enter the clearing they'd landed in.

Canin doesn't bother to take off- he spins the upper gun towards the approaching guards and fires- once.  The gun in meant to take out ships, and the guards are easily thrown by the blast, giving him time to begin the startup sequence to take off.  Once they're in the air, he heads over the base they'd just hit, firing on it from above as he flies over.

If his goal was to stop their attacker from following in his ship, this goal fails. He's already lifting off when he fires, and proceeds to demonstrate some impressive in-atmosphere acrobatics evading Canin's cannon. He then proceeds to follow them away from the base, after a short delay starting to fire at the ship - he's aiming for disabling rather than kill shots, though. 

Canin is not concerned at all with avoiding destroying the pursuing ship- he's firing to take it down as quickly as possible.  The problem, however, is that he can only do so many things at once.

"Jamis! I need you in the cockpit!" He shouts into the comm as he continues to shoot at the pursuer.

The pursuing ship is decidedly not cooperating with this plan!

!!! 

"Coming!!" Jamis shouts, doublechecking the straps holding Alek to the bed in the medbay one more time before turning to sprint to the cockpit, "Where?!" 

He continues to fire after the pursuing ship.

"Do you have the hyperspace co-ordinates for any other planets memorized?"

"Yeah, loads," she darts over to the navigation console, "Whaddyou want, populated, unpopulated, close, far, Republic-" 

"Lets stay out of the Republic" he says, half-laughing.

"Farther is probably better, the harder it is to guess you or your brother would flee there the better."

He continues firing at the other ship, though he has now switched from earnestly trying to shoot them to trying to force them into positions it will be harder to hit him from, though he isn't trying to miss either.

This is a frustratingly successful tactic (well, frustrating for their attacker, anyway)! The rate of fire lowers as he tries to maneuver into a better position, without much luck - so far, at least. 

So no Jedi worlds, either - they aren't all technically on Republic space - and probably no Mandalorian worlds, either - she'd glanced over a couple maps with those. Maybe... acting on a hunch, she punches in a set of coordinates she'd seen on a historical map once and looked up to check they were real, and then she sets the navigation console to calculating.

"Thirty-five seconds!" She calls the estimate for when the route will be ready. They'll have to keep the enemy occupied that long. 

Canin will do his best to keep their pursuer off their back, continuing to focus on herding the pursuer and keeping himself from getting shot.

Their pursuer seems to sense the growing urgency of his chase - or perhaps he just has the sense to know that the longer it takes him to catch them, the more likely it is that they'll vanish off into hyperspace - as his tactics grow more and more desperate as the next thirty seconds pass, gathering grazes from Canin's shots as he tries to maneuver into a better position to fire from, his own shots skimming by them to dissipate into open space.