"ACK!" 
"GET BACK, GET BACK!" The droid let out a synthetic growl, blade in hand as it trudged forward towards Manso, who had already been shocked by the sparks that had bit into him when he activated the droid. In a smooth motion, the Knight dashed forward, stabbing the droid through the back. A squawk bounced off the walls, then a grinding sound, then nothing, prompting Yerbol to sheathe his saber and check on the young Twi'lek, whose hands and legs were visibly shaking. 
"You ok?"
"Yeah, yeah...well, my fingers sting a bit from the sparks, but nothing else is hurt or severed or injured or anything." He sunk against a wall, arms at his sides. 
"I think I'm just gonna go back to my room for a while and not look another droid for a significant amount of time."
"Good idea. If you can get some rest now, I'd suggest you do it. I have a feeling we're going to get some visitors that'll require all of us at attention."
"Oooooof course." Manso shook his head, about to leave when Yerbol stopped him by placing a hand on his shoulder.
"You're doing great, Manso. Thanks for the help. Not your fault that you couldn't activate a droid that could be thousands of years old." The Twi'lek snickered, mumbling a thank you before leaving. Yerbol followed suit a moment later, deciding to check on the status of the party members who had been in the main hall. When he arrived, Neta was in the middle of giving orders over a comm link:
"Atmosphere is going to get VERY bumpy when you get within sixty thousand feet. Advise that you put maximum power into stabilizers and shield. Might be able to get you some help." A tinny voice could be heard in response:
"Roger that. Setting coordinates to-" White noise engulfed the channel, prompting Neta to swear hastily and turn to Yerbol, eyes locking with his before making contact with Aria. 
"We're going to need your help again. I'm betting that the storm is going to kick the winds up even harder, which means they're not going to survive unless we get out there and make sure that they don't crash into the side of a mountain." Jogging outside, Yerbol motioned for Aria to follow, Neta calling out:
"IF YOU CAN USE THE FORCE, GET YOUR CARCASS OUTSIDE! WE'VE GOT A SHUTTLE INCOMING!" 

The group of Force Users assembled in a similar pattern as before, channeling their mutual energies together to form a protective sphere that extended about one hundred feet up(Roan was the one who suggested the idea, seeing as it would be impossible to shield the shuttle so far up in the air. He was also the one who quickly taught them how to summon the sphere using their collective powers). Yerbol breathed deeply, calming his mind, allowing the Force to use him rather than him attempting to control it. The meditative technique, which was normally effective, seemed to be enhanced even more by the presence of the crystals, which not only were activated as gleaming beacons, but were emitting trails of multicolored vapor that wafted within the sphere before settling in different areas of the circle. These tufts of energy then extended towards each of the Force users, wrapping around them in a loose, protective circle that tightened every few seconds. Yerbol would've been fascinated with the display if it wasn't for the absolute focus he was channeling, shutting out the now present whine of engines, the musty scent of hyperdrive wafting into the sphere, the clicking of landing gear setting down in the clearing and the eventual cheers of relief from Neta and the younglings. It wasn't until he felt the energies of the sphere dissolve that he opened his eyes to find a group of four looking around cautiously at their new environment. A blonde who stood just ahead of the rest was approached by Neta, whose face scrunched in confusion for a moment before she nodded.
"You're Elara Dorne, aren't you?" Elara winced. 
"That normally isn't followed by anything good." Neta chuckled, shaking the other woman's hand.
"Netanya Orso, former Spec Ops number two seven five two." A large, dark-skinned male whistled. 
"You're THAT Orso?" She glowed from the compliment.
"If by THAT Orso you mean the one who was part of the first commando units to break the siege of Belsavis, you betcha." A Kel Dor nodded in approval, the green skinned Mirilian breaking from the topic at hand by asking:
"So what, are you guys the resistance Bek was talking about?" 
"In a sense. We're in the very, very beginning stages." The Mirilian snorted, which earned her a glare from Elara, who then turned to address the group with a pleasant smile. 
"I'm Elara Dorne, the commanding officer of Havoc Squad. Bex is the large one behind me, Abbeth is our munitions expert and the cynical one there is Zora. We're looking forward to hearing what you all have to say regarding our current political upheaval. Is there a place we can set up shop?" 
"Yeah, come on, I'll show you." 

Havoc Squad was given a large room near the back of the facility that was more than likely a meditation chamber given the circular design, but the members didn't seem to care, instead bringing out their equipment and other such paraphernalia from their shuttle. A formal assessment of their situation would be given, according to Neta, when the other contacts arrived. She assured them all that they would be here within the next day or so, which seemed to calm Zora's obvious reticence about their situation. It was just now a matter of waiting...

That was the easy part.