Jayla had been sitting. She hadn't felt bored since order 66 and the clear pain and loss of the one in the helmet were so strong that she found herself feeling irritated. Her master had always chided her about being too connected to others. He claimed it was a failing of half her race and always encouraged her to work against it. Now that made a lot more sense, he'd just been angry at her mother because of how easily she'd humiliated the Jedi. Still, there was nothing wrong with offering comfort where possible and it was that which caused her to send comfort to him. If he looked up at her, she wasn't looking at him, looking up and away his pain reminding her of her own which she rejected and pushed away.
She felt it suddenly, it was like a sudden power outage before the lights flicker back on, sudden darkness for just an instant. Danger was approaching and fast. She stood up as the Jedi said so and closed her eyes reaching out to give the signal. She hadn't been the only scoundrel in the shipyards, she'd brought too much wealth and power in such a short time to the crime lord for him to not have a vested interest in making sure she got off-world...and he had a bone to pick with the empire.
As Kaikoa and the troopers walked through the opening of the ship yard, several merchants rushed forward offering their wares and getting pushed aside by the troopers, one hitting the merchant hard enough to draw blood. They began to yell after him, "**** Vader, **** the Empire, Dung in all your brains and throats slit." The crowds joined in throwing whatever refuse was around at the troopers and Kaikoa. A full on riot was beginning to break out with blasters being drawn and the path to through the ship yards becoming increasingly hazardous to get through. Kaikoa found his way blocked and his men fighting the rioters in an instant. He'd never felt so surrounded by rage, hope, and greed, it almost felt like someone was stoking the fires of rebellion.
It was around that time Kaikoa could hear the troopers he'd left with his fighters coming in on the intercom. "Sir, we're taking heavy fire. They're after the ships, sir. We need more firepower. They were expecting us, sir."
Jayla was sitting with her head between her legs not only focused on keeping the crowd of aliens, scoundrels, and normal citizens alike in an uproar but also on making it clear they had to leave as she spoke on her black market commlink to her old smuggler friends coordinating their riot and attack on the grounded fighters. "We need to take off now. Those people down there are already going to pay for this."