Ibani sends Ben a feeling of apology in the Force after he snaps at her. Needling the enemy verbally is just something that's she used to doing. Reasoning with them has never worked for her once the fighting actually started.

She and Nomar maneuver some more, move to where Ben and the other two Jedi can both see them fighting out of the corner of their eyes. And then she springs the trap she's been building for Nomar Organa all this time. Every move she's made thus far has been big, loud, dramatic. This one, this one is very small indeed. A trick Ben himself fell for the first time he and Ibani ever sparred. Nomar Organa swings, then freezes for a crucial second as his lightsaber turns off in his hand. She goes for the kill with both lightsabers, finding the already weakened places in his armor and sliding them home.

Nomar Organa gasps, falls, his lightsaber slipping from his hand and going out as it hits the floor. He's not quite dead yet, but it won't be long.

Then the droids move in on Ibani, no longer afraid of hitting a friendly target. Lightning crackles, sparks through the air as she prepares to deal with the onslaught.

Fear begins to leak into the Force from the young Mirialan when Nomar Organa falls. Kell Daree stills only for a moment. "Barriss," she says, eyes glancing to the Mirialan. "Leave the station and inform the Republic that our position has been compromised."

A useless order, tactically. No help will ever get here in time, not with the distance he'll have to travel. But it will keep him alive.

"Master!" Bariss protests. "I can't do that, I can't leave you here!"

Kell Daree holds Ben's gaze. "That's an order, Barriss."

Bariss holds back from the fight, clearly torn.