(Which you speak simultaneously with...)
"Takuan, Oovo IV is an asteroid..." Galder says, giving away the man's name.
"I doubt you could get us to Oovo IV alive, Jedi. It would be rather difficult. I sense the anger in you, Geonasian. Let it flow. See to it that I get to Oovo IV, you slimeball. And aren't your species weapon makers? They could supply me in more stuff to kill you Jedi with..."
Xeth!! You are still a jedi knight, don't give in to your anger, it will not serve you. You accomplish nothing by attacking them now, you will not clear the name of your people by doing this, there time will come. You are more useful to master gundark and myself when you do not lose your focus : says me with opening one eye just very briefly
(Xeth has close ties to most of his people, and his family has a high place in the industrial weapon making business, so he's outraged at what Galder's saying about them indirectly)
Xeth steps back, and then behind most of the others. He puts away his lightsaber. "I'd best stay back here then and put in some ear plugs..." Xeth mutters.
(I meant from your point of view as a Jedi. I know you are a Renegade but something is very wrong if you blow your top whenever you are insulted!)
"Well, this is ALL very fascinating..." says Ascar, "but I really think it has little to do with me. I am sure you will all resolve this in any way you see fit. As for my part, I can solve one of the problems currently dogging me at once. Persis?" Persis looks up. "You're fired."
Persis gives a contemptuous snort.
"Now, if you will excuse me, people..." Ascar heads towards one of the garages.
Persis indicates to all his men, and points at both Light and Dark Siders. "Take these clowns out," he says. The thirty-or-so guards riase their weapons.
Galder faces Persis and yells a challenge at him. Persis, in a move you did not expect, drops his gun.
Then a volley of fire comes in your direction, and those of you who have not drawn must do so now, to defend yourselves.
There is a loud whum noise to your right, as Chion places his huge sabre above his head and starts, slowly at first, to swing it around in a circle, angled slightly downwards.
Ascar, meanwhile, is heading towards a hovercar.
A curious exchange begins, as both groups of Force users try their best to deflect incoming shots towards the other. This is not an easy task and neither side achieves much.
Galder reaches forward and pulls Persis' dropped gun into his hand, mocking Persis as he cuts it in half. Persis smiles evilly...
...and then reaches out HIS hand. Galder's unattended gun now flies into Persis's hands, and a sudden blue flash causes it to be severed in half.
"I win," says Persis. He twirls his blue sabre once, and takes up position at the head of his men.
Ascar, oblivious to all this hullaballo, climbs into one of the hovercars.