Anya looked at Trychon for a second, taking in the comments he'd made. She turned to the mass of people and started pulling on the trigger at random.
Raezyr felt under his seat for a moment before finding a similar blaster. He was about to start firing at random as well, in a manner that would best serve chaos, when he noticed two of the Jedi emerging from the station to follow them. He turned the weapon and began firing at the people in their vicinity. He hoped to wound them only, garnering more attention from the Jedi to heal, and less determination to stop him.
Tyrrazapon got the speeder moving through the crowd, with similar disinterest as to who was in the way. People started to scramble away from them as much as they could, and Tyrrazapon adjusted by starting to veer to get some of them.
Trychon patted Tyrrazapon on the shoulder and pointed at a row of speeder bikes off to one side. Tyrrazapon understood and pulled the vehicle into them, sending parts flying. As they pulled away from the mess he'd made, they could feel the concussion from the explosion of a few of the speeders.
They got a few hundred more meters away before Tyrrazapon decided to smash into the rear end of a similar speeder. The headlights of their speeder broke away and mingled with the remnants of the tail lights of the speeder they'd smashed. The panic in the crowd around them was palpable to the entire group.
Then the engine began to falter...
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