Facing the thread of the Dark Side was something which Jun-Tsu had become quite accustomed. She had thrived on the thrill of its power and knew that if she opened herself up to it, it would not harm her. But this was not that. As she stared at the jungles below with her glider, she felt fear grip her knowing that if she were to do this wrong she could, quite suddenly, die. There was no denying gravity, not with what she knew.
She wished she had been gifted the lessons of her great-grandmother on how the old matriarch flew, dissipated into the Dark-light, and moved from place to place instantly. She looked back there was no getting out of this. It was live or die, and so, with fear in her chest, she lept from the shuttle.
Discipline (Willpower) - 1eP+2eA+2eD = 2 failures, 1 advantage
She tried to steel herself, but any sense of composure went out the window when she hit the wind and rain. She caught a sudden updraft and was hurtled through the air. It was all she could do not to scream at her own obvious impending death. She gripped her hydro-glider as though it were life itself and just prayed to the Dark Side that it would somehow see her to the ground.
Piloting: Planetary (Agility) - 2eA+2eD+2eS = 0 successes, 2 threats
Another crosswind clipped her and that was it. Jun-Tsu was screaming into the rain as she dropped from the sky like a bird hit by a rock. She tried to deploy her chute, but it did little more than slow her the few feet before she hit the canopy. Through the relatively soft foliage, she felt branches and leaves whip at her face until a sudden jerk brought her to a stop high above the ground, her parachute a shredded, tangled mess hooked on a dozen branches.
She looked up, then looked down, then looked to either side.
How the hell do I get down?Athletics (Brawn) - 2eA+1eC+2eD+5eS = 2 failures, 4 threats
OOC: 8 strain