Anaz steps forwards.
"The guns," he says. "They are the obstacle now. My men can start their preparations on your order."
You find youself absent-mindedly fingering Kuylen's ring in your pocket, Roan. Is this how it started with him too? Trying to impose order on a Galaxy gone mad? You are about to bring war to a planet; in a few years time, will you be searching out the ancient Sith also?
(See, that's what I was trying to do. I made two or three attempts, and all were defeated, even when I tried to put distance between Andro and the droids. That's why I suggested that Zaland and I both run around with Gallagher, keeping him clear and taking the damage if necessary, so that Gallagher can just run around getting the ball and making shots. Even if he has to walk right up to the goal and get one pointers, we don't have to worry about the other team scoring. I really can't think of any other way right now.)
Roan Pushes the ring away in his pocket. No, He will NOT be like Kuylen, There had to be something else that happened, something, something else some decision had to be made.
"I understand, and I fear it may come to this. I need to get into the sactuary. Prepare your men, but do not do anything until you hear me or Jelena tell you otherwise."
"Trilanger," says Anaz. "Your mission is over. All any servant of the Republic can do now is try his best to protect what is left. Time to be decisive."
He draws out an antique timepiece from his coat pocket.
"Fifteen minutes," he says. "Then it's time to try MY best. I'll hope the guns are down by then."
(Well, alright, Andro will run to their third to try to score. All follow me, maybe staying together will help. Gallagher, what's more impportant, staying alive or staying undercover. It might be coming to that very shortly if we don't come up with something.)
Seeing that the droids surrounding him makes his shot impossible, Andro breaks away and runs to the other team's third, planning to shoot as soon as he's clear. He motions for the others to follow.