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 a dozen other lightsabres just got drawn.
This puts a number of you in uncomfortable position. Galder, for example, was never expecting to be on the WRONG end of a melee-weapon vs. sabre fight. The very does indeed draw first- both of his sabres as he can draw instantly; one at full length and one a short sword, which he uses to cut the blade clean off. You were lucky he didn't take the whole arm. He brings the long blade to your throat instead.
Con and Relle, you go for your guns, and are very quickly confronted with how relatively useless they are against a bunch of sabre-armed opponents, if they know what they are doing. It looks like they know what they are doing.
Azarl sends a flurry of rocky debris- but the cloaked man raises his arm and Azarl feels a resistance he's never felt as the rocks come to a halt in mid-air, both of you straining with the Force. He's good, Azarl.
Gallador and Xavier dash forwards. The shooter, no fool., drops his gun and quick draws his own sabre. You both have time to stop before you reach him, and that's a good idea, because four others have stepped in around him, and that's not good duelling odds.
"You bear the weapons of a Jedi," says the veteran. "Probably less of an edge than you thought it was going to be, wasn't it?"
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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.