While the other three engaged the Empress, Lysander moved to rescue the hostages. He slipped past the combatants and headed deeper into the cavern. He sensed the lightsider still alive. Good. The Merchant of Suarbi dashed forward at a sprint, his legs on fire and his capillaries screaming at him in outrage. He disregarded them. His body was only flesh and bone, but his resolve was of the heart. He would save these hostages. Or die in the attempt.
Three pirates stood guard in a dimly lit cavern over the huddled hostages. Lysander moved with the grace of a Jedi. He raised his blaster and fired, taking down one of the pirates amid spurting blood and screams of agony. The other two rounded on Lysander and unleashed their powerpacks, tibbana gas converting into plasma before it leaped forth from the barrels of their guns, hot and steaming and shattered rock. Lysander dived for the ground, feeling a bolt graze his flesh and burn like hot iron. As he dived he fired again, twice, kneecapping the first pirate and hitting the other in the groin. The both fell screaming.
Lysander stood, wincing and clutching a hand to his side. He strode forward and dispatched the two pirates with blaster bolts to the head. If he let them live they would just end up harming other people. Lysander could not allow that. He turned to the Ithorian and the other hostages.
"Good people, follow me and I will lead you to safety."