Nolan: *to Aran* I'm not the one that left the team and turned his comm device off, so don't give me that crap.
*through all this, Sev has been standing calmly, placidly, staring down the barrel of a gun. Not once did he flinch, and tho his helmet covers his face, he almost acts as if nothing were going on around him*
Nolan: *begins to press the blade harder to the Commando's throat as the beeping of the detonator continues* Now, we're all going to get off this ship, we're taking you back to Coruscunt with your prisoners. The Jedi will deal with their own, but a courtmartial is awaiting the rest of you.