Seven tries, seven failures. I'm getting frustrated. This time, I had a firm grasp of his arm; he wasn't going anywhere. But then my robe got stuck as I was trying to find the cuffs, and he took the opportunity to punch a button on my speeder and send it—with me still attached—flying over a ledge. I'm still kicking myself for losing the cuffs. Only the intervention of some Jedi named "Squint" saved me from falling all the way to the Undercity.