Friste and Xorn are making sure that a fight would be entirely on their terms.
As Xavier charges away from the pirates, he is forced to go into a roll to avoid their blasterfire. A shot skims his shoulder for 5 damage... but sure enough, Trax shoots out the remaining three pirates.
Coming out of his roll, Xavier moves in on Xorn... but the Dark Jedi rolls a pair of 17s, inflicting 16 damage total despite Xavier's Force Dodge. Xavier passes the Death Check at 82 damage.
He employs a Force Dodge in return as Xavier swipes at his midriff, then, in the heat of close combat being joined, fires off one of his pistols into Xavier's stomach on a 20. This takes Xavier to 92 damage... and a failed Death Check. The shot takes Xavier off his feet and puts him on the ground, dropping his lightsaber and instinctually clutching at the wound.
"You're not so tough," Xorn snarls, standing over you. He holsters his pistols and snatches up your lightsaber with the Force. "I don't get why Friste is worried about you."
Xorn narrows his eyes, then reaches down and grabs you by the collar of your tunic, lugging you off of the ground. He places a pistol to your forehead, his eyes never leaving yours.
"Friste, this one says he isn't alone," Xorn says. "Do you think those other Jedi followed us here?"
"No," Friste says. The screaming has stopped and he has deactivated his lightsaber. "I do not sense... wait..."
Friste and Xorn both look over to where Trax has mounted the field gun and is swiveling it towards them. It hums as it powers up another shot.
"Drop the Jedi!" Trax shouts as the field gun locks on.
Unfortunately, the hesitation is all that Xorn needed to line up his shots on the main power feed to the field gun. He opens fire and a pair of lasers slice through power feed and Trax loses the charged shot.
When Trax hops off the field gun to retrieve his blaster rifle, Xorn makes a sudden gesture. The blaster is yanked from Trax's grip, leaving the former slave unarmed as the gun clatters down near one of the pirate ships.
Friste shoves you to the ground and grabs his comlink. "Open up," he orders, and the pirate freighters swivel their turrets in Trax's direction.
You lose sight of Trax as he runs away from the landing area, amidst the fire and smoke as the turrets blast after him.
"That did him!" Xorn shouts triumphantly.
"No," Friste says. "Open your senses, fool. He lives. Go fetch him."
Xorn pauses as if to confirm Friste's words, then runs off after Trax.
Friste crouches down over you, lightsaber in hand. "So, here we are again, Xavier. Me standing over you..."
Xavier is actually bleeding to death from that stomach wound.
Friste just smirks, then gives you a new crease in your forehead with the pommel of his lightsaber, and everything fades into black...
...meaning that your head is throbbing tremendously when you come to again. You are, apparently, in a bacta tank, stripped of everything but a breath mask.
Along with the throbbing, a deep dark voice echoes in Xavier's skull. Down in the deepest parts of his mind it speaks.
This is starting to become a pattern. You have failed twice to take down Friste. I will not be denied. Friste's head is our glory, our right. His blood is ours to spill. His demeaning of us, is ours to use. He is our obstacle. He is our path. Yet you continue to fail us. You will fail everything unless you use me.
"Shut up now, you are not real. You can not exist. Leave me alone, I don't need you."
Not real?
The voice comes from without the tank. Standing before you is a man with a clean-shaven head, wearing tattered Jedi robes, his eyes glinting with a silver shine. It is yourself that you stare upon, except that this one is sneering jovially outside of the tank.
How can you say that? If I'm not real, why do you talk to me? Stop living in denial. I stand before you, as real as you are, and yet you say that I don't exist. You NEED me!