Dolash opened the door and dropped into a somersault towards the cover of a shoulder high office divider. The material was hard and durable. The interior of the office space was decadent compared to the mining facilities. The mauve Twi’lek reached out with the Force but found nothing.
Dropping his guard, Dolash stood up and stepped around the corner that led to a long hallway, one of four in the large, vaulted office room.
“He has to be here somewhere,” Dolash muttered in a very hushed tone. “The room is too large to traverse that fast, and I would have sensed someone using the Force to enhance their speed.”
BAM
Turel appeared from behind Dolash, reminiscent of a guardian angel remaining near their charge for a moment of great need. Dolash exhaled hard as he hit the ground. The surprise added great effect to the attack as the Tarenti hesitated to get up, wincing from the embarrassment. As he looked up, he noticed the unmasked Inquisitor holding a finger to his lips. Dolash recognized the symbol as a special ritual used to unseal power before a specific attack. He was not versed in hand signs in rituals but knew of their existence.
Fearing further reprisal, Dolash initiated his counter attack. He hopped back to his feet and wrapped his hands around his opponent’s head. His fingers interlocked on the back of the powerful Inquisitor’s head and quickly forced his opponent’s head down into a direct connection with the Gray Jedi’s knee. Turel recoiled, rubbing his forehead gingerly.
“Ugh, are you a stoopa? I was trying to get you to hush!” Turel spat at Dolash’s feet. The Mandalorian Gray Jedi did not react to the insult, remaining in a fighting form he had been taught so long ago that it was as comfortable as breathing. He noticed that Turel was markedly more dangerous than himself, and another opportunity like that would be unlikely to present itself. That is why he was so dumbfounded when Turel relaxed, obviously not prepared to fight.
This was when Dolash finally noticed his opponent’s appearance. The man beneath the mask was something of a human male pretty boy. With a face like that, he probably had worlds handed to him multiple times over. What a prick. Dolash still wasn’t convinced of the man’s intentions and remained prepared to counterattack.
“I’m a spy,” Turel intoned wryly.
“Yeah, well, so am I.” Dolash snapped, his tone mirroring his opponent’s. The Odan-Urr Jedi stared quizzically back at the Twi’lek, an unsettling stare that bore like daggers.
“Self taught? I thought I recognized some Spying for Laserbrain’s techniques in your form.” Turel’s face shifted into a smirk, his emerald eyes glinting. “Heads up, we’ve got company.”
“We?!” Dolash was noticeably irritated at his fresh found companion’s predilection for humor in such a dire situation. His mind shifted gears though, adjusting from a physical onslaught to a verbal retort. As he thought back to a joke he had read on the holonet that compared a mother to a bantha, he received a subtle prod.
They did have company. Dolash watched as Turel fished in his cloak, revealing a blaster, a nice one at that. The Gray Jedi panicked, still unsure of his affiliation. With unrivaled speed, Dolash fluidly retrieved his lightsaber, the teal blade manifesting with a snap-hiss. Turel shot in Dolash’s direction, his shot obviously not intended for the Twi’lek as it passed to his far right and struck a Nikto dead center in the chest.
Dolash returned his gaze back to Turel, his mouth agape. “So, wait… you are a friend?”
Turel nodded succinctly as his face became thoughtful as if listening to a conversation elsewhere. He spoke briskly, “I can provide you passage off of this world. A protocol droid that accompanied me here has two more of these Nikto sleemos.”
“There you go again,” Dolash tried to choose his words carefully, “You have a distinct style in your language, it’s like you’re from Nar Shaddaa. How do I know you’re not with these guys?”
Turel shook his head. “You don’t.”
Dolash sighed as he studied Turel. Good idea or bad, this is probably my only chance now.
“Alright, I’ll go with you. I was get getting sick of this frying pan of a world anyway.”
Turel smirked. "Good decision, kid.”
Syntax
Missed the closing punctuation at the end of your dialogue here.
Should be some punctuation here. I would even split this up.
You're not leading into the dialogue with the first part of this sentence, so you don't need to join it with a comma.
Story
You delve a lot into Turel's story for the introduction here at the expense of two things: your opponent and the conflict. It's all set-up with roughly two sentences of action between the combatants. You hit that word count limitation, so that's probably a big factor, but you ended up trimming the fat from the wrong end of the post. You can intersperse some of that build up into the action itself, referencing back to it organically. As it is, it cuts off just as it gets to the good bits.