[b][color=8dc73f]Franceska[/color], Vindica and [color=DarkMagenta]Tesh[/color]
Collab with [color=fff200]Lucifina & Assallya[/color][/b][hr]
Feet dangling over the edge, she stared out towards the unfolding battle.

Already one of theirs was putting up a fierce resistance, seeking to destroy the opposition while they were unbalanced and vulnerable by their landings. Franceska Havale, however, was not fighting, not yet. The sunken tower she was in, filled with a few choice mercs and a stockpile of weapons, wasn't quite ready to retaliate. At least, not until [i]that[/i] person deemed it ready.

[color=8dc73f]"They're already fighting."[/color] She turned back from her perch on the edge. [color=8dc73f]"Are we ready?"[/color]

Drawn back, attempting to keep herself concealed, her compaion, a cloaked figure gazed out from beneath her cowl.  Cool, dark shaded eyes, gazed out over the same battlefield.  She was dressed, scantily attired, in dark natural leathers that clung to her slender figure and drew attention to the paleness of her skin. 

"I think we must ask ourselves," the cowled figure responded, "What the purpose in engaging these enemies is?  How does fighting them or even killing them aid our cause and agenda?"

Situated at the edge of the riverbed, the tower was more than damp. Had she lived a less spartan lifestyle, Tesh would've perhaps been at least a little bit uncomfortable. Meditation required great concentration, especially to direct a battle of any scale. Already she had adopted the proper posistions at a far flung corner of the fortified building.

Despite the need for concentration, however, she found more than ample time to answer her allies question. 

[color=DarkMagenta]"War and the Jedi Code can't exist side by side. There is very little to lose in this battle, but much to gain. I suppose from the perspective of someone who drew on the darkside, the purpose is likely to instill fear."[/color] These ruins didn't have much strategic value for the cults goals. The land was more than meaningless.

Wordlessly, Tesh began work on a battle meld for the various force-users on the frontline and elsewhere. While nothing fancy enough to enhance their combat prowess, it would make communication more than easy if an emergency arose. For now, her Meditations would focus on her immediate surrondings and allies.

Franceska didn't answer the question, at least, not out loud. To her it was easy; kill them, so they don't kill her, so she could go back and get credits. An answer she would perhaps be inclined to give should she was a bit more talkative. She didn't exactly feel comfortable around these two. One gave her odd feelings, and the other... felt a bit too much like a Jedi for her. 

Like her master, who thankfully didn't seem to be on the other side. She wasn't sure what to do if he did come all the way here and met her.

[color=8dc73f]"I see. I'll keep watching them for any changes then."[/color]

She betrayed no emotion on her countenance, just a mild interest as she drew out a blaster from her belt, inspecting it once again as she waited.

The cowled woman considered their words but didn't see the relevance.  As far as she was concerned, fighting only led to personal satisfaction.  They were going to lose resources for nothing more than a demonstration of their intent and power.  Better, Vindica thought to herself, that be used to gain some sort of advantage, some form of profit.  Their plan was bigger than petty battles.

"Perhaps we should reconsider this," she thought to herself as she felt the flows of the force lending her guidance, "Maybe with all their warriors down here upon the ground attempting to rout us from our holes they have left no one aboard their ship to defend it agaiinst a counter assault?"

From the perspective of the various Cult aligned force users, it would've been like a tiny prick at the back of their mind. A simple connection bound them together, though it was not complicated enough to convey things like speech. It could, however, easily convey dire need. The force meld Tesh created was simplistic enough that it wouldn't make her a target just yet. 

With that task done, she began to truly concentrate on directing the various Mercenaries around her. Expanding her senses with the Force, she gave the towers defenders unnatural vigour and deadshot accuracy. The tower itself wasn't nearly the frontline yet, but it would inevitably become it. The open space around it, which was mostly muddied water would likely slow even a Jedi. it was a perfect killing ground, in military terms.

With the dropships flying over the treeline ahead of them, already a few Mercenaries had begun taking potshots with hand held anti-aircraft weapons. They proved to be fairly effective with her guidance, even at this range. They had only managed to destroy one dropship so far, but had damaged several others enough that they couldn't return to space anytime soon.