[b]Collab between Sep and Ellri[/b]

It would be almost impossible to count the times Elara Rahn had flown through a planets atmosphere and landed upon its surface. In fact, her earliest memories were of just such events. But of all of those, none could compare to the entry this time. Never before had she done so in a combat shuttle amidst a firestorm generated by planetary defense turrets. She had doubts as to just how safe it was, but quickly resolved that she could not change it. It was necessary.

As the shuttle began spiralling towards the surface he hit the last person on the shoulder to get out. He looked to the deactivated droids sitting at the other end of the ship however realising there was no real time to activate them and have them ready to use their own personal packs. Some of those droids were shiny and new, others had been part of the unit for as long as he had and while they were not living he could not help but feel some pain at leaving them behind. He turned, and instead of jumping he powered up his pack, while he flicked his helmet mic on “Get yourself out of there Lieutenant!”. At this height and with the time it had taken since the last Jedi had jumped simply using a parachute would result in injury, instead he shot off up into the air. Red alerts flashed on his hud indicating him to the lack of oxygen in the air due to the elevated terrain above the mountain. He let himself begin to glide in a downwards arch, cursing slightly at being so far away from the original DZ, heading straight for the canopy he gave a burst just above the tree tops slowing him to a near stop, then falling through. Grabbing on the first branch he could.

After the shuttle was, inevitably, hit several times, it had been apparent to all aboard that it would not survive to land. They had all jumped out, attempting to land one by one. Not used to such jumps, it had not surprised Elara much that she had rather quickly gotten herself separated from the most of the others. She had seen several others get shot out of the air, but had had enough fortune to not get hit herself. Granted, when she had finally landed, it was in a tree, with her chute firmly wrapped around some thick branches. It was not long afterwards that she had figured out that the chute’s auto-release was jammed. Thankfully, she had also seen their unit’s commander nearby. She had shouted out to him, after a few minutes getting his attention.

He had made his way, painfully to the bottom. Curling up into the smallest shape he could he made sure to try and prevent his pack from taking any damage. He shook his head, and gave himself a run down. There’d be some serious bruising but his armour had prevented any major injury from occurring. He flung of the jump pack straps, swinging it around and inspecting it. It had taken a couple of hits, useless. The last thing he wanted was to use a defective one and end up becoming a fire work for the Mandalorians to watch. He was about to flick on his helmet comm when he heard a yell from the tree tops, running towards the source he eventually looked up and there she was. The Jedi Rahn, the last one out besides himself stuck in a tree. 

“Well don’t just sit there! We need to get moving. Cut yourself down already!”

With a quick thought to those she had left behind back on H’ratth, Elara unclasped her longer-than-average lightsaber, igniting its citrine-colored blade and easily slicing through the chords on the chute. This of course caused her to start falling down, so she took a rough tumble down numerous branches of severely varying thickness. She expected a few bruises, but nothing more troublesome from it. Deactivating her lightsaber mid-drop, she barely managed to twist around to land on her feet near the Colonel. “Ouch. That fifth branch stung a little.” She muttered, gently probing her right thigh where she had struck a particularly thick branch.

Traest put his hand down to his belt and pulled of a kolto-patch, he would have also went with synthflesh and a painkiller however he needed the Jedi lucid, he handed it to the Jedi. Then began checking his rifle, he turned his helmet to her “Wait one.” With that he clicked his helmet comm. “Jumpers, report in.” Static crackled, however he got the responses he needed. The Jedi were surprisingly quiet however with them just using standard commlinks he didn’t have faith that all of the Jedi Commlinks were operational. He flicked his tongue, clicking the comm off. Checking his hud he pointed in the direction off the compound. “The objective is that way, however-” He pointed slightly to the right. “-That is the dropships trajectory. We’ll follow it back along and pick up anyone else who is still alive and kicking.” 

“No need…” Elara muttered, concentrating deeply for a moment, holding her left hand over the injury. To her Force-enhanced vision, the air underneath her hand glowed as the bruised blood vessels knit back together somewhat. The healing drained her a bit, but reduced the injury to a minor annoyance rather than a problem. It would of course be best to rest it away, but even a fool would realize that would not be possible here and now, and she was no fool. “Picking up the others is a good idea. I can vaguely sense some of the other Jedi in that direction, but nothing clear. Hopefully none have been killed or wounded.”

"Next time, use what I give you.” He stowed the patches back on his utility belt. “I know you Jedi have fancy pants powers but the last thing I need is you tiring yourself and then slowing us down.” He lowered his right hand from his blaster rifle and took the stock of his pistol, pulling it out he grabbed the barrel and offered the handle to the Jedi. “Your lightsaber is all well and good but it doesn’t really have the range of a blaster.” Once the gun was handed over he began walking in the direction that the falling dropship had taken, he could only hope that any of his men that had picked up his transmission could also pick up any Jedi while heading ot the rendezvous. Though he decided to leave the dropship as it was, whatever was left would be burned or would have been knocked about that it would all be useless. 

Raising his rifle into a readiness stance, he began moving through the bush. He turned his head slightly to his companion. “Keep an eye on our six, they’ll be checking the crash site sooner or later, I don’t want them to get the drop on us.”

Elara nodded once, not confused by the military terminology, as some of it had been drilled into her head in the past. Their pace was steady, but not very fast through the treacherous landscape. There was no reliable trail to follow and they frequently had to climb over the massive roots of the towering trees. She could feel a few other bruises getting strained, but not enough to be of any trouble. She certainly did not want to get on the wrong side of that Colonel again, whatever his problem was.