Justin keeps firing, and takes a look at the battlefield when he has a chance to do so without getting his face shot off.
Strongpoint there, already occupied by Knights. Looks like it took some rocket hits. Two downed Paladins over there from what I can see. Lost causes... damnit. Ok.
Letting his brother and cousins continue to fire, Justin hops down into the Vertibird and looks at the scribes. One looks dead... but he isn't. Good.
"Scribe, you look after that one. Grab a toolkit for a suit of Armor, and the wounded one, and get out the back of the Vertibird. Do not expose yourself to fire, or the Legion will be the least of your worries. You, if this craft is salvageable by the means at your disposal, prepare to deny it to the enemy."
Justin reaches into a compartment, jarred open by the crash, and pulls out a satchel of EMP grenades. Part of the emergency kit, they are intended to turn the Vertibird into a lump of useless metal with all of it's circuits fried, and more importantly it's navigational data and radio codes erased. He thrusts them into the hands of the smaller scribe.
"You have as long as it takes the Knights outside to move Paladin Julia to proper cover. If you scribes are not ready to go by that time, I will leave you here."
Justin climbs back on his firing step next to Judah and fires a few rounds at the Legion. Then he shouts outside the cousins who helped secure sister Julia.
"We'll provide cover, you have to move her as fast as you can to that building. Someone in there is still firing at the Legion, and we're going to be overrun here if we don't move. As soon as you get there, cover us and we'll follow with the scribes! Go!"
Justin begins to fire as fast as the capacitors on his rifle will recharge, focusing-aperture cool rates be damned.