Ayessa Shayal experienced the descent to the planet quite differently to the other Jedi. To them, the durasteel shell of the starship marked the limits of their mundane senses, and so the limits of their world at that moment. For her, it was easy to extend her senses into the void of space. Without eyes as normal people understood, her perception came from the Force, and the Force was everywhere, even the dark expanse of space. Even an untrained Miraluka could easily look beyond the ship at the surrounding space should they wish to. Ayessa, however, specialised in perception based Force abilities. She could see further, clearer and focus on more at once than a normal Miraluka. She had known the moment the first laser bolt had come even remotely close to the shuttle, and she had seen every blast that was aimed at the ship she was in since. The blast that had torn the craft from the sky was also visible to her, and she had known moments before that it would be the one to bring them down. Unfortunately, outside of the pilots chair, she could make no use of this sense. She had barely uttered the first word of a warning to her padawan when the ship rocked and tore apart, the scene playing out in sickening detail for her. She could see several troopers lifeforces wink out, the hull plating peeling away and the systems shattering into countless tiny fragments - all from every angle at once, felt in detail rather than seen with sight as most would know it. The jump was as chaotic as it was for everyone else, perhaps even more so, because she desperately tried to track the descent of every one of her fellow Jedi even as she herself fell, wind tearing at her robes, drowning out all other sounds. When she activated the jetpack, she surrendered entirely to the Force, letting it guide her actions almost as she would while deflecting blaster bolts, though with lease due to the unfamiliar technology. She did not so much aim for any landing spot as accept that where she landed was where the Force wished her to land. Catching only one branch on the way down, she landed on the edge of the swamp, hard enough to leave her legs jarred by impact, but there would be no permanent damage. Going from the emptiness of space and the upper atmosphere to a place so verdant and filled with all manner of life was difficult for her, and for a moment she was disoriented. The Force was generated by living things, and while nowhere near as bright as it was in a sentient being, plunging into the forest could be likened to going from darkness to a room filled with a thousand thousand tiny lights shining at her all at once. She took a few staggering steps towards more solid ground before kneeling to meditate. All throughout the experience she could only watch helplessly, the chaos of it all proving overwhelming. She had not even fought a Mandalorian and already her illusions of what war was were being shattered. Lives being snuffed out in an instant without a chance to stop their demise. The thought that her new Padawan might’ve been one of those to suffer that fate was crushing. They had not been together long enough for a strong master-padawan link to develop, so she could not know easily if her charge was reduced to scattered ashes across the landscape. A shudder ran through her shoulders with the thoughts filling her mind, but as quickly as they came she forced them aside, steeling herself with the thought that she was here to ensure innocents in the worlds not yet struck need never suffer. Contemplation could wait until she was off the battlefield. She cleared her mind and regulated her breathing, casting her mind out across the landscape. There was life everywhere, but with focus she could tune it out and search for the bright beacons that were her fellow Jedi. Their Force attunement made them stand out to her, even in the crowds of Coruscant she could hunt down a Force user, assuming they made no effort to hide it. There were many Jedi still alive it seemed, some closer than others. The knowledge was reassuring, but until they stood before her, safe, she would not stop worrying. Fortunately, the closest of her fellow Jedi were not far at all. Rising to her feet, she began to walk along the coast, such as it was, towards them - a Twi’lek and a Falleen, she could not remember their names. Even that sedate activity told her that her diplomats robes were ruined, likely beyond recovery. They were designed with some capacity for action in mind, but leaping out of burning shuttle into a dense forest was well beyond anything a diplomat was expected to do. She arrived just in time to hear the end of the Twi’leks monologuing. Once he finished, she immediately stated “Save the others.” As though there was no debate at all. “The closest is that way.” She added, pointing towards the next closest of the Jedi that she could see, though otherwise making no move to start the search, for the others opinions mattered too. She remembered then that those with eyes expected to be looked at when they spoke, and turned her head to face the Falleen, though a moment later than what might be considered normal for such a motion.