Okoa dodged the blast with a deft tilt of his jetpack, the bolt disappearing into the forest of towers and the clouds of distant vehicles. He lowered himself down onto the downed speeder, leveling his blaster upon Linzi... and then hesitating. He looked, momentarily, at the saber in his hand and then pressed a button on it, retracting the blade.<br/><br/>"A trade?" Okoa said in crystal clear Mandalorian, apparently directly to Linzi, "The Jedi sword for my mates." He still held the blaster pointed at her, however... but then he lifted his other hand up over his shoulder, apparently readying to throw the saber to them. A distant sound of rushing metal propelled through the air, followed by a glimmer of faint light further down the track. The scarred Mandalorian looked to Jekin, momentarily drawing his weapon towards the Jedi, but he jerked it in a gesture towards Linzi's speeder, silently beckoning him to hurry it up.