Roma laid reclined in his position against the tree, the noise of the blaster's scraping as they were drew. His mind grew aware as he brought himself back to the land of the living. Roma had heard the chatter of the radio, not to his surprise he could hear the malice in the speakers voice from the other end,<em>A Sith? perhaps...</em>He spoke quietly, "You dare attack a sith?" he barked at them imitating the brash harshness of their voice as he had practiced several hundred times over. The force encircled one of his light sabers, flicking the crimson beam on as it landed in his hand, "What manner of insolence is this?" he barked at them again, the force lightning sparking at his finger tips. A man of words and not action, Roma had long since mastered the trades and wares of the Sith. A bit of force lightning had done its fair share of spooking of many of his would be attackers. As he barked at them straightening his posture, the force ensnared his other light sabers; Tatiana's and his newly repaired on. Their green and purple respective blades crackling into existence as they hovered by his shoulders on his flank. "Who is your master!" he spoke again as his body slid into a more combative stance. Confronted here his will moved out encircling like a sonar pinging to sense the master they belonged to as he remained idle.