Confederate: "Yup. Let's have that blaster, eh? Nice and easy."
Mace: "I wish I could tell you how many times teams like yours have come after me. Not just in alleys. On the street. Caves. Cliffs. Freighter holds. Dry washes. You name it."
Confederate: "And now you're caught. Put the blaster on the ground and kick it toward my friend here."
Mace: "Pirates. Bounty hunters. Tribals. Howlpacks." [sets the blaster on the ground and kicks it over] "Armed with everything from thermal detonators to stone axes. And sometimes just claws and teeth."
Confederate: "Now the lightsaber."
Mace: "You are better prepared than most. But like all those others, you've forgotten the only piece of equipment that would actually do you any good."