Well, a lot of stuff happens in a very short space of time. But I think I can sum up most of it when I tell you that fifteen other lightsabres just got drawn.
his puts some of you in a highly disadvantageous position. Much as you knew this already, Rast, you never expected to be on the receiving end of trying to take on a lightsbare with your fists. Only just avoiding losing both your hands in one go, the blade is at your throat at an instant.
Xeth, whilst you're hauling your heavy weapon around, one of the group draws and sabre-throws his weapon in one motion, directly at you- and you have no sabre out to block it.. You dive backwards just in time to stop it cutting your weapon in half, but that's not an ideal move whilst bearing heavy gear, and you end up on your back.
Jelena, when you try to Push your target., he raises an arm of his own and matches your power. Unfortunately he;s cheating here by being mob-handed; a person besides him pushes against you as well, and not being ready for two-on-one you are sent stumbling backwards.
Vera, when you go for your push, the less patched person intercepts you at once- with a Grip. You feel the power closing in around your throat- this is not a novice.
Gallagher- oops... NOT mooks, and that makes your Cleave look clumsy as you run into two targets. One of them draws straight into the block, countering your sabre, and then you are an open target to the other, who just raises the point to your chest, with a smirk
Wentar- your target drops his gun, being no fool, and he's drawn his sabre before you close in. You have time to come to a halt, but there's already two more with drawn sabres either side of you.
Andro, you and Argo draw, and in staying back you have done well- but it;s not the best tactical situation you were ever in...
The man with the patched armour just stands and watches.
"I hope you don't think that of all people the weapon of a Jedi was going to impress us..."
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"All listen to the command announcement!" blares out the speaker.
A hologram forms, from the sort of commercial holo-emitter they use on Nar Shadda, projecting a figure 100 feet high. He speaks with a refined and determined voice.
"As you are no doubt aware, the rebellion is over and those who are still alive are awaiting my judgement."
He is dressed in military style, an old-fashioned stiff jacket laden with embroidery, half-covered by a pelisse, a military half-cloak worn over the shoulder. A lightsabre dangles from his waist.
"It was a foolish move. I know there are those amongst you who feel we should skulk in sanctuary for all time. That is the way of the coward. The army that stays behind its fortifications is already beaten. This is not why I called you here."
His hair is styled in the elegant locks and curls of a Charnellian officer- though insignia on his cloak marks him out as more than just a person of rank, but a person of great title. A title that brings the right to rule worlds.
"I called you to survive, and to survive we must complete the vision I laid out for you. For too long we have been hunted. We were expected to be rooted out and destroyed, every one of us. This is a desperate move, because it relied on us not having the will to survive and thrive at all costs- but that is the true secret of our power. Our time will come soon. Our enemies will suffer. First, the Bureau. Then the Jedi. And then, to feel the full extent of our destructive fury, Lanzar.
"That is our destiny now."
The hologram flickers out. Larios Kuylen has spoken.