"Because he has a score to settle," came the voice from behind Cylax.
Slate stood directly behind the strange, heavily armed, and armored man, his 'Caster' pistol pointed pointblank into the man's back.
"At least, that's what I've deduced," Slate spoke up. "Isn't that right, Mr.Cyborg?"
"Now, if I were you, I'd lower that weapon, and stay still. You may think that suit can stop regular blaster fire, and it might even be lightsaber resistant for all I know, but nothing can stand up to a 'Caster' round, especially at this short of a range, it would simply tear you apart," Slate informed the assailant in a non-threatening tone that simply gave off the feeling that one was in school learning something new.
Slate looked over at the three and motioned with his head for them to head for their ship and get it prepped. His only hope was that once they got it prepped they would let him get on board, since he himself didn't have a ship of his own, and he needed to get off the planet just as much as they did. Other than that, his only real dilemma was what to do with Mr.Cyborg himself....?
"But in you...I see the potential to see the Force die, to turn away from its will..."
"You are beautiful to me, exile. A dead spot in the Force, an emptiness in which its will might be denied."
"But no Jedi ever made the choice you did. To sever ties so completely, so utterly, that it leaves a wound in the Force..."
"I would have killed the galaxy to preserve you...You are more precious than you know..."-now...it's verbatim!-A quote from Darth Traya (Kreia)