Makko nodded as Colette ran to intercept them on their trajectory.
Two of his drones dropped from his bag and slipped down the corridor to his right. The surface of his armour shifted into a reactive camouflage, patterns of silver and grey blending him in with the shadows.
For all the set up of stealth he ran for the window as the first blaster bolts lanced out towards Colette on the stairs. Two of them rushed at her, firing wildly and trying to overwhelm her saber work. The other two moved to take cover. He could sense them through the Force, absorb their feelings, understand their intentions. He could also see through his drones, rushing towards another set of stairs.
Makko launched himself through the window. Telekentic energy shattering the reinforced glass. For just a moment he was in the cold night air, weightless. The grappling line attached to the left wrist of his armour flicked out and tethered him to the wall and he swung towards the window.
The dark windows ahead flashed with the red of blaster bolts before he closed his eyes and tucked himself into a ball.
He smashed through the windows behind the group. The two at the back turned and fired. He brought up his left arm, the shield shimmering into life to deflect the bolts. He let his split focus draw in the drones. The two heavy objects kept their weaponry contained and used their own weight as weapons. Two thuds range out as they struck the men from behind.
Not only did Makko have the adaptive camouflage but he called on the lesson from Jend-Ro. Deactivating his shield he darted into the shadows on his left. He manipulated luck. Rushing towards the nearest gunman, blaster bolts flew through the air all around him, but not one struck him.
Makko's lightsaber flared to life. The violet blade swung up and deflected a bolt, then down again the shear the blaster in two. He stepped in close and his left elbow swung around and caught the man at the temple. He dropped like a stone.
Makko lifted his right arm. A silvery thread from the paddle-beamer on his right lashed out. It swung upwards, cutting right through the second gunman. He was left completely unharmed, but entirely incapacitated.
Less than ten seconds and Makko was stood in the glittering remains of the window between two unconscious extremists. If the soldiers were coming out on top the entire operation would be done within a minute or two. There was no time to spare when the hostages were at stake.