"If you are trying to make me angry, it is working..." Galder snarls, aiming the machine pistol in your direction, Gundark. "I am in the company of your superiors. I learn from a man who can easily put you on the ground with a blade at your throat, and I hope to sometime soon do the same. And the mechanical arm? So I was bested once by this geizer here, big whoop..." Galder gestures at Marcus with the pistol. "I like this thing better anyway. Stronger, a secret compartment, a blaster, a knife, all inside my forearm. And maybe I'll make some modifications! Then I'll be just as annoying as Balek." He grins maliciously, taking a step forewards and igniting his red Sith lightsaber, making sure that Gundark gets a glimpse of the handle.
"Come on, Kellan, let your anger flow! You cannot save the Zeitonians any more than you can save this dead frog on the floor," Galder says, giving the Elder a little nudge with the Force. "But you can lead them to victory against the Republic, perhaps. The group of old men and women that you call a Council did not warn you of the problems here, did they? Why should you obey them if they failed to tell you anything?"
"Well, anyway, we have much to be doing..." says Kuylen, turning to go.