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((Since when did you add a proton cannon?))
While the Proton Cannon was powerful, it wasn't designed for hitting such small targets. As such, Volgen, in all his eagerness to bring Pash down...missed.
The yellow beam flashed past the cockpit to the startlement of Ardee.
"What in Space?!"
"Forget it." Pash ordered. "Punch it."
And with that the Vendetta flashed and slipped into Hyperspace enroute to the world of Junction.

Coruscant Nightlife

“Honestly Randall, “ Melissa almost sighed. “I’ve been up against worse odds, we can do it. We have the Force as our ally, and a powerful ally it is.” The snap-hiss of her lightsaber activating lending substance to her words. “You just need to have faith in yourself.” She said, a predators smile on her soft lips.

The relatively unfamiliar sound of a Lightsaber activating was all it took to spring Randall into action. Time seemed to slow down as Randall, already pumping with adrenaline, gave himself over to the Force. Noticing that Nilar was raising his Rifle, readying it to fire, Randall put a massive effort into pushing the bounty hunter with the Force.
The telekinetic push wasn't enough to knock the Zeltron down, but it did jostle him sufficiently to make the bolt he fired miss by a wide degree, also disorienting him enough that Randall, who leapt foreward immediately after he had attempted the push, could knock him down.
The force of the tackle knocked Nilar's blaster rifle a few yards away, as Randall tried to find some way to knock out or otherwise incapacitate his foe. Nilar was hurt, disoriented and unarmed, but still a very dangerous foe.
Randall grappled with the bounty hunter, unable to reach his blaster or knife, hoping that Melissa was faring better than he was in her fight.

((Nope. No mention of it at all.))
Pash slumped in his seat a bit, relaxing now that they were in hyperspace.
By the time the Sith ship cleared atmo, they would be stuck playing catch up to his ship.
He took off his helmet and began unbuckling his armor.
"Well that was all for naught." Ardee said. "You didn't even manage to kill him."
"He's a shapeshifter." Pash said. "I could feel it when I stabbed him. The bones and sinews weren't right and there was no heart. Even if he did move his heart like he said, I should have punctured a lung or caused a signifigant wound. It didn't even bother him. And he didn't bleed." His chestplates dropped to the floor audibly. "Much is explained now."
"A shape shifter?" Ardee repeated.
"Yes. To what degree is unknown, but somehow transforming into a Hutt probably wouldn't be beyond him. And if that much is true, then that would instantly connect him to the kidnappings I've been investigating."
"You still didn't kill him." Ardee said. "And who knows how this will play out. After all, the attempt was made on live TV. That and they gassed all the people in that arena."
"That is correct." Pash said as he sat down on the floor. "I didn't kill the target. I killed probably a few thousand people. I was wreckless and careless." He drew sheathed and unsheathed his knife a few times, honing the blade with his sheath's built in blade sharpener. "There is really no conclusive way that the Sith can blame the Order, but nonetheless what I have done is inexcusable."
"I did manage to record Nakara's order to gas the building. Caught it while I was tapped into the Arena's network. Maybe that will help."
Unbuttoning the padded undersuit of his armor, Pash smirked. "Useful. But it won't solve everything. Make sure you get it to the Republic, along with whatever other Data you've collected."
"Wait, what will you be doing while I'm delivering the information?" Ardee asked, suddenly perplexed.
"I'll be one with the Force." Pash replied. And then he began cutting open his own stomach. He didn't say a word, simply started cutting in and pulling the knife through his belly.
It took Ardee a second to realize what Pash was attempting to do. When she did she lept from the pilot's chair and tried to grab the knife from him.
"What are you doing?!" Ardee demanded as she grappled for the knife.
His blood and intestines slipping out through the gash he already made, Pash resolutely did not say anything, struggling to hold on to his knife.
Finally the gynoid ripped the weapon away.
Pash however had succumbed to bloodloss and collapsed to the deck. The world blackened before him....

Saria began to wander around town for a bit, trying to find Melissa. She had almost decided to just go back and see about getting a ride from the temple when she felt a small spike in the Force. Someone with Force abitlies either got into a fight, or was using their powers in some fashion.

She couldn't tell who it was right away, but figured it wouldn't hurt to find out. She quickly made her way down a few streets and stopped at a corner, looking around from behind it as a man and a woman seemed to have just beaten up a group of thugs. She decided to merely observe for a moment, not wanting to approach them until she was sure whatever was going on was over.

Coruscant Nightlife

Melissa smiled as she watched Randall stand up, if a little bloody, but otherwise unharmed and exhaled a sigh of relief she had not realized she was holding until now. She tucked the hilt of her saber back into its pocket with in her long coat.
“Oh Randall! Are you okay?” She asked as she ran up and into his arms. “That was most unexpected. I guess we’ll be missing dinner then” She said, looking closely at his busted and bleeding nose and gently dabbed away the blood covering his face with the cuff of her coat. “We should leave before someone comes along with questions that I don’t want to answer. Can you walk?” She glanced over her shoulder at the two bodies laying behind her. “I should get you back to the ship and see about cleaning you up.”

Coruscant Nigtlife

Melissa place one hand onto Randalls shoulder to steady him as she continued to clean the blood from his face with her sleeve
“It’s not something I like to advertise, but after having ‘This weapon is your life Melissa, remember that.’ Drilled into you by you master it’s a hard thing to forget at home. As for my swordplay, well,” Her checks reddened a little and she smiled brightly at him. “Some are better than me, but not many.” She said with a wink of her eye.

Coruscant Nightlife.

As Randall stepped back to away from her Melissas lavender eyes fell to the ground, refusing to look back at the clean and efficient carnage she had wroth.
“A proper Jedi would have just disarmed them.” She was standing there in front of him wringing out her hands and for all the world looking like a chided schoolgirl. “I shouldn’t have killed them.” She said quietly.