Although part of him had hoped for things to go easier than they were in regards to his and the Chiss girl's escape, Ashtev knew that they wouldn't be so lucky. "You're kidding me." He spoke in a calm near silent tone under his breath upon the realization of his doubts. Still he wasn't about to give up. They were in the air. He wasn't alone and he could... Wait... No... What... 

"What are you!! Hey! Chiss girl! Don't!" His thoughts quickly became vocal as Lunaris told him to keep driving moving and positioning herself to try and fend off their pursuer. It was times like this that he cursed the fact that Roll couldn't pilot things like this for him. The little droid could work more wonders as a partner than he already did. Still, what kind of idiot would put themself in such a compromising position. She was who the bastard wanted.

"Girl! Find a way to get him to lose his hold on the speeder. We need to knock him off before we get to the port or leaving this blasted moon will become even more of a problem!" He raised his voice demanding Lunari not continue with her naive actions, like ordering a surrender, while subsequently making it clear he wasn't afraid. He wouldn't back down. Still, he wasn't in the best of positions. Maybe if he could turn for a moment, just long enough to aim a shot with his blaster... But then the Sith could probably deflect it couldn't he?