Well that's why I think you should put that point into blaster or brawling. Because then his superior reflexes will actually [i]show[/i] in combat. 

((That's five, actually. I'm going to assume victory on my next roll. The chances of losing are pretty low, but I'm also just ending the instance.))

David had a retort for the alien's crude expletive, but he had no chance to use it. The breath caught as the Sith - he must be Sith - grabbed his throat from across the field. David raised his hand again and pushed once more, sending the Gungan soaring toward his own vessel. David gasped as his throat cleared and stumbled through the snow toward his ship. 

"Arthur," a shortened nickname of R-30, "Take off." As he finished the command he was stepping onto the X-Wing's ladder to climb for the cockpit. As it rose into the air he looped his bad arm gingerly around the ladder and held his good hand backward. His lightsaber flew to his hand, and he placed it onto the magnetic catch on his belt and continued climbing to the cockpit.

As he fled into orbit once more, he sent a brief and cryptic message to his apprentices back in the temple, and then lay back to let R-30 plot a hyperspace course to Corellia.