"Shoot the guard" he tells Jamis, not addressing her by name. "You with the injector, drop it and put your hands in the air."

He doesn't wait for either of them to act before shooting the medic, since they seem to be reacting quickest.

Jamis shoots the guard, who was not expecting a target that low to the ground, and takes the shot full in the face before they can get a shot of their own off. 

The medic moves out of the way just enough to take his bolt in the shoulder rather than anywhere else, making her shriek as she rolls under and behind the table the child is on. 

The assistant drops the injector and the bottle of liquid and puts their hands up as directed. The other assistant, recovering from their scramble, fumbles for their own blaster. Jamis turns her blaster on them as the guard drops to the floor and fires again, clipping them on the hip and sending them to the ground as well, though not out of the fight. 

Canin follows up on her shot of the assistant who went for their blaster, hoping to take them out while they're already down.

"Keep your eyes and blaster on the one who's co-operating," he tells Jamis before circling the table to get a better angle on the medic.

His shot does in fact take the assistant out of the fight. Jamis trains her weapon on the cooperative assistant as told, stepping into the room on the other side of the door from the dead guard as she does. 

(The door attempts valiantly to close behind her, but its mechanisms are thoroughly destroyed.)

As he circles the table, the medic calls out, in Huttese, "Wait, don't shoot! I know when I'm outmatched, I surrender!" 

"Drop your weapon, hands in the air, go stand 2 meters to the left of your assistant over there.  Don't so much as look at that kid or I shoot you."  He keeps his blaster-rifle trained on her, clearly not trusting what she's said.

 She does as commanded, tossing the blaster on the floor at his feet and then slowly rising to her own, hands in the air, and retreating to the assistant's side. 

"Does she still have the injector?" Jamis asks, from where she's staring extremely intently at the assistant, in an attempt to prevent herself from staring at the child on the table and losing track of them. 

 The medic stills in place at her words, a few feet from her assistant. 

"I said 2 meters away," He says as she approaches the assistant.

When Jamis speaks, he grunts quietly and adds,

"And drop the injector."

She takes a few steps back, and reluctantly allows the injector to fall out of the sleeve of her coat and onto the floor.

"There," she says, irritated, "Happy?" 

"No.  Get where I told you to stand, and then tell me what was in that injector."

With an air of wounded irritation - she's still got that blaster wound in her shoulder - she moves to the spot he'd indicated, "That injector has the implant meant for the jedi girl," she informs him, her expression showing nothing of her thoughts on this matter. 

Jamis makes an angry noise, turning her head to glare at the medic and releasing the assistant from her gaze. 

Canin walks with apparent calm to the place where she dropped the injector, and stomps on it, twisting his foot to crush it into the ground, still keeping his blaster trained on the medic.

"What drugs do you have the kid on, and when's the buyer arriving?"

She watches this with a vexed expression, and then sighs and lists off a short list of drugs, along with their dosages and frequencies. The cocktail is tailored just right to be as non-addictive as possible while also keeping a human child in a compliant haze while they are awake - an important feature when the subject can set things on fire with their mind, and you don't have any force-inhibitors on hand. 

"As for the buyer," she adds once she's done that, "I understand they've just landed, they should be here any minute." She maybe looks a little smug to be delivering this information. 

"Can I-" Jamis cuts herself off, vibrating in place but keeping her blaster trained on the assistant still. She desperately wants to go to the child on the table, to- to hold his hand or something, at least! 

He walks, still with apparent calm, to stand next to Jamis, keeping his blaster trained on the medic.

"Do either of you have a comm unit on your person?" he asks, and then glances, almost casually, at Jamis.  "Go gather up their blasters and check on the kid."

She jumps to do this immediately, circling the room, picking the blasters up, and checking them over quickly before she lays them on the table and pulls herself up onto it a little to get a closer look at Alek, reaching out to take his wrist in one hand. His pulse is... very slow. The drugs, she guesses. 

"Our guard," she motions vaguely to the one near the door, much as she can with her arms in the air, "And I do," the medic informs him.

(The child makes a soft noise, wrist flexing slightly under Jamis' fingers as they make a loose fist. They seem mostly unresponsive, their gaze fixed on the ceiling, blinking slow.)

"Toss me your comm.  You may lower one hand to do so, and then raise it again immediately.  Try anything and I shoot you."

She cooperates with these instructions! 

"I don't think Alek will be able to walk," Jamis tells him, moving her hand down to weave her fingers with Alek's as she speaks, squeezing lightly. 

He catches the comm, then drops it on the floor and crushes it under his boot.  He inspects the room for other entrances than the one they came through.

"I can carry a kid." Is all he says in response to Jamis.

She nods, and stays where she is, gripping Alek's hand tight and watching the rise and fall of his chest. 

There is another entrance, across the room from the door they came in through. 

He pulls something from a pocket on his belt.

"Turn around and put your hands behind your back.  In that order." He says to the medic.