Destination: The Front (Fire and Ice)

"Sure!" In the midst of Griffin firing, he searches for distraction-causing things, finding two firecrackers, a noise-maker, and a flare in an emergency kit. He sets both firecrackers off and flings them to either side of the room. then ends up chucking the noisemaker in an empty cell. He waves the lit flare in the air.
"HEY! Listen up assholes! To those of you who aren't dead, congrats! I give you my sincerest of applause! Now, if you'll excuse us, it seems we've caused quite the distraction! Have fun!" Griffin walks through the exit, shooting guards as they came. "They were late to the party, sucks for them," He noted going up the way they came.

"We get the hell outta here and wait for them! I mean, unless you want to make more of a distraction risking yourself getting caught, which, in that case, be my guest, but I'm not following you." Griffin had a smirk still on his face as he dashed up the stairs, a gun in his right hand.

Brella, now relaxed, got to her feet and strode up to the command console. Slipping a data chip from her jacket into the console, she started a broad-frequency transmission, playing the data and footage over and over. She made sure the name and location of the planet were clear in the message, along with a little something something she added in for Kepler's sake (you can decide what the war rally is).

(Yeah, but specific wording.)