The 73rd were facing something beyond their scope. Sith beasts, spawn...whatever they were.....came at them like a plague. Often times the halls were so deep and full of the beasts it seemed to block out any type of light. Delila was injured, including most of her soldiers. Now the 73rd never retreated but it was looking like a death sentence against an enemy no non-force user seemed to understand.
"Fall back to the shuttles...start rounding everything up. Hope is lost"
Delila stayed and kept on the front line, shooting the beasts as the entire team walked backwards, busting open windows and exiting. Shuttles were waiting near the prison and in the distance more 73rd members were either boarding or leaving already, shuttles loaded down with soldiers and medics, a few locals who didn't want to stay on the planet anymore.
Still bleeding, Delila shook her head and stepped onto the ramp, walking into the cool vessel. So this is what defeat felt like.