[center][b]Worror[/b][/center]

"I do trust you youngling, though we must be careful not to venture too deep. The deeper we go the less likely we are to find a vessel capable of taking us off-world. You forget, we may not be that far from the sunlight but it still never ventures its way down here. For the second you go below the artificial surface of Coruscant you enter the underworld. I trust you can keep us off the streets until we can find suitable garb for the roles we must play in order to get off this planet and to safety." Worror walked to the edge of the small landing platform. The platform and the Temple wall itself seemed like a giant cliff sectioning off this particular part of the undercity. The platform they stood on gave him an excellent vantage point on the city itself. Though it presented it's own challenge, that he would tackle in due time. Of that, there was no doubt.

He pointed one of his long fingers in one direction in particular, a ship could be seen rising. "Over there, there must be some form of landing platforms for ships venturing down below the surface. If you can get us there, then we can get off this planet youngling.-" He turned to face her. "-If there is one thing I do not doubt it is that you will lead us there safely. You can do this, we trust you and have faith. Now you must be sure to have faith in yourself and in the Force." It was times like this he [i]really[/i] wished he was capable of a humanoid smile. He knew that such gestures often re-assured the younger members of many species. Sadly he doubted that she could recognize Ithorian body language so a re-assuring pat on the shoulder would have to do for now, as would the tone in his natural voice. Not the grainy robotic voice that his translator liked to use. He had always wished that he had been given the time to tweak it into something warmer and more comforting, though that was the job of his words he supposed.

He turned to T'ish. "If you are well versed in your telekinetic abilities, follow me." He turned to the two younglings and Padawan. "Once I am done look for my lightsaber. When you see it, one of you jump. The next person shall wait until the flash of my lightsaber again." With that, standing on the edge. He leaned backwards, twisting himself to face down as he did so. He didn't approve of many of the moves done by some of the [i]flashier[/i] Jedi though he always liked this one. Feeling the air, even as damp and horrible as the air in the undercity, rush past you without a speeder or a ship was a truly mindblowing experience. Though in no-time at all the bottom was in sight, concentrating on the Force he pulled as much power as he could muster into his right hand and then...

[i]pushed[/i].

The push acted as a stop, slowing him down so that when he turned himself to land on his fleet instead of breaking his legs or turning into a gooey puddle he merely had to go into a roll to lose what little was left of his momentum. Looking up he prepared himself to catch whomever decided to take a leap of faith first, igniting his lightsaber and waving it for a second as a signal before clipping it back onto his belt.