The owner of the AI chip?

Finn gritted his teeth, his face contorted in anger. "Don't push it, Hiro. I have more men and more firepower than you can handle."

Hiro tilted his head, his tone now more of a threat than a taunt. "Do you, Finn?"

"What do you mean by that?" Finn asked, his hands hoding the blaster wavered, and he hesitated, uncertainty flickering in his eyes.

Hiro shrugged nonchalantly. "Oh, I've been in tighter spots than this. I'll give you a hint, though. I don't think your soldiers are very fond of you right now. They've seen you lose twice in one day."

The Arcadian soldiers exchanged uneasy glances, some of them beginning to lower their weapons. The atmosphere shifted as doubt crept in.

Finn's face flushed with anger, and he pointed the blaster at Hiro, his finger on the trigger. "Last chance, Hiro. Surrender now, or we'll make sure there's nothing left of you."