"Is this how people get married in your planet?" 

"This isn't how people get married on any planet —" 

He doesn't have a lightsaber, doesn't even have a blaster, doesn't have anything —

Asha is running as fast as he can but it's not fast enough--

Ranna attempts to skewer Marlo with his lightsaber.

And Ranna's lightsaber turns off. 

He tries to turn it on, fails, and shakes it, confused. 

"What's going on--"

"This is the least competent kidnapping I've ever experienced."

Ranna is hit in the back, twice, and the back of the knee, once, with a blaster. 

And Asha appears with a lightsaber. 

"Uh. I guess that problem solved itself."

"...what just happened." 

"My plan to interfere with the Big Guy's plan got interfered with by my late and unlamented compatriot Ranna, whose plan in turn appears to have been interfered with by some unnamed fourth party with a blaster."

"That's almost Hapan."

The unnamed fourth party with a blaster holds very still and very silent. 

...the Jedi in the room can tell that there's still another Force-sensitive nearby, and it isn't Ranna anymore. 

"Unnamed fourth party, literally all I am going to do is thank you for shooting Ranna, he's awful."

A purple-skinned, heavily freckled Twi'lek drops down to the walkway. 

"Thank you for shooting Ranna. He's awful."

"You're very welcome." 

"I owe you a favor."

He looks at Asha like he's trying to gauge — something. Not truthfulness. 

"I need safe passage." 

"Those two good? I'm supposed to let them escape, although they've mostly been busy talking about atmospheric chemistry instead of even trying."

"I empirically cannot win a fight against you even if I do have my lightsaber." 

"They'll be fine." 

"I got such stupid guards. They'll all fall for the old 'throw rocks one way and run the other' trick. And I left your lightsaber in a room totally unguarded. I did my bit."

"Try engineering a rescue."