At this point, the Zabrak was presented with two choices.
- Quietly slink away and sprint back to the ship as fast as his legs would take him.
- Back up the Wookiee who had more or less saved his life earlier.
Sighing and cursing his sense of honour, he yanked the ornate sword from the back of his wrecked speederbike and hurled it towards the more vocal of the Mandalorians. Quickly gaining a better grip of his lightsaber, Ta'Lan began batting blaster bolts away again.