[HR/Jedi] And the Livin’s Easy

[Tilon Quill]

“Do you need another potion to get back to the Temple?”

Breathing hard, Tilon nodded and looked back. A good chunk of pirates had chased him halfway here and were scattered aimlessly, harmlessly, vulnerably along the beach and through the forest. He'd called on the Force to run faster than he'd ever managed. "I'd like to...help them lock down...a perimeter," he said, watching Casaana 's air cover get results. "Not going...so bad now."

He took a minute to catch his breath.

"Know what we could use right now is a big wave. Soak their electronics, pull them to flounder in the shallows, dampen their enthusiasm. Enough of that and maybe they go home. Know anyone who can make a big wave, ma'am?"

 

[Spacer NPCs]

The airspeeder was trying its best to juke away from the skyhopper, but there was so many other challenges. The damned Jedi were using the Force to cause issues on the airspeeders, and Paulie looked over his shoulder, that skyhopper was right there. He couldn’t shake it.

“Need help…” His comms were being jammed, and, honestly, the airspeeder wasn’t in the best repair. As the hits kept coming. ANd the engine started smoking, as the ship’s repulsors gave out and it crashed into the sand.

Lucky for the pilot.

As the skyhopper moved, an un-locked on scatter missile was launched from another V-Wing as it entered, the paint on this one peeling, but looking like lightning strikes.

Casaana

 

[Casaana]

Blue ion fire shot out from under the Zephyr and Casaana was looking for her next target when she felt a malice rise up behind her. She blinked at the strangeness of it and turned to look out the back of the cockpit just in time to see the corona of the missile behind her bloom into an explosion of scattered shot. She twisted and pulled at the controls, but it was already too late.

The light civilian shield flashed out of existence and the skyhopper's alloyplast shell was peppered through with the scatter shot of this new v-wing. Inside the cockpit, Casaana's ears were subjected to an instant of cacophonous noise as the shot impacted and scraped along the titanium sphere protecting the spherical cockpit escape-pod before a quieter explosion shook the rear of her skyhopper. All her instrumentation went red and the violent shuddering told her the large turbothruster powering the ship was in its last seconds if not already dead.

In an instant, the thrill of aerial victory had turned nightmare for the young Jedi, but strangely, she didn't have time to panic. Instead, crash procedures raced through her head, while a small corner of her mind hoped to the Force she was remembering them properly. She had speed and, a quick look confirmed, her wings were mostly intact. What she didn't have was the altitude to glide far. She went for a start on the repulsors and felt something blow right where she'd replaced one of the coils. Then half her electronics went out.

Casaana's not-proper-for-Jedi Huttese vocabulary got a work-out as she looked out over the beach and the people below. Couldn't risk landing on the sands, she could skim right through her friends or end up amongst the very people attacking. And she didn't want to find out how they'd welcome her. Instead, she feathered the craft along, trusting to the Force as she guided it out over the ocean breakers where she knew it wouldn't fall onto an underwater dome and hit the escape pod.

Now if she could only remember if she was supposed to clench her jaw or- Another explosion in an entirely too long series of them blasted the titanium sphere of her cockpit escape pod free of her precious Zephyr and Casaana felt the straps of the safety harness tighten down, bruising her shoulders as she rode out every gee of the sudden acceleration as chemical boosters powered her away from the greatest thing she'd ever owned.

Vodet | Spacer NPCs | Tilon Quill | Brooke Waters​

 

[Vodet]

Slow and steady was the best pace. Vodet understood it, and so did many others.

What he hadn’t suspected was how many others were going to be here defending Kattada. Nor did he really expect it to get raided.

What was really in that vault Starchaser had set up? He knew explorers came here and dropped all manner of rare artifacts that Coren and his… tree people… tended to care for. Vodet really needed to get into that group.

But what was more pressing was the feeling coming from one of the temples own neophytes. The skyhopper. Vodet looked, it was a ways off, but the Force was his ally and that did wonders for what he needed to do. The vault could way. Reaching a clawed hand, he grasped the skyhopper in the Force, doing his best to steady it. He couldn’t help it dodge the blaster bolts, and as he saw, and felt the anguish of an escape pod of someone’s prized vessel, he guided the ship down into a mostly controlled water landing in the shallows.

Someone would come collect, but as he saw the pod, and a landing LAAT he knew he had other things to worry on.

And a Starchaser bound temple always took care of ships.

Casaana

 

[Brooke Waters]

She was keeping her eye on the skyhopper as she looked over at Tilon. A bit of a daze in her own view. Something else was coming? Or something was calling to her…

Something from the deep.

Show them.

SHOW THEM.

SHOW THEM.

Was that all in her head? Or really there? Brooke shook her blonde hair and looked back at Tilon. “A wave?” She gave a playful grin, one that you’d only see from a young salt on Pamarthe, or perhaps in a Corellian bar. She stepped into the water, her eyes up on the Skyhopper as she began whispering, blue magick spooling around her as a large wave of water was lifted and moved longshore, in an unnatural pattern, towards the oncoming V-Wing and two LAATs.

Too late to help Cassana, but not too late to get results.

Tilon Quill Casaana

 

[Tilon Quill]

The situation gave Tilon some breathing room, but rather than plan or reposition he found himself caught by the view: Casaana blowing the escape pod of her skyhopper and Brooke Waters ' giant wave reaching up to grab the low-flying pirate craft. He'd never, not once, been right beside this intensity of Force usage. It reverberated in his head like waves churning in a coastal kill hole.

Instinct suggested distance from the arch witch and good sense suggested getting to that escape pod. The violence and the wave had scattered whatever craft were along the beach, which left him with few options. He had, luckily, put a lot of time into a skill that most Jedi didn't consider a high priority: swimming very fast. He hopped in despite the protests of Trandoshans and got to it.