Rorworr leads the ship out over the forested valley looking for the proverbial needle in a haystack. He orders Emtee to assist Valara, and the little translator droid acknoweledges him by heading over to the Force Adept's console.
She hunts and pecks at the buttons, painfully making her way through the menus and options at a snail's pace. All the while, Emtee bobs over one shoulder and then the other and back, encouraging her to, "Alright, select that menu... Now hit that button... No! The other button... No, no, go back, go back... Not that way, the screen on your left... No, your other left..."
The ship's computer interrupts, |...For the Sake of the Maker, can't biologicals do anything right? Look, it's not that difficult. See there? Your very own sensor display. Now you can watch everything as we get blown out of the sky...| The air above the display lights up with a three dimensional holographic sensor scan of the nearby area. Behind the Pathfinder are a small cluster of blips representing the vehicles on the landing field. Four of them detach themselves from groups and begin persuit. Ahead and a little to the right, is another small blip at ground-level... It must be the repulsorvan with Arani, Sen and Kelko.
Kaz begins the Shield Auto-Calibration program, before rembering that the program could take five to ten minutes, depending on how badly the shields are out of phase. Of course, he could always over-ride the program and run a quick calibration manually... He could be done with that in a few seconds, but would have to re-calibrate them properly later. [See Jury-rig, on pp. 41 & 97, decide quickly.]
Dorn immerses himself in the Force as he swings his turret around to face the squadron of fighters. The fighters show up not only on his holographic tactical display, but also in his mind. He can almost hear what each pilot is thinking, deciding, and instictively knows in what way each will act. [Natural 20 for Battlemind! +4 Attack.] He pulls the trigger, and sends a stream of blaster bolts into the lead Cloakshape. [33 HP damage.] The fighter shudders under the barrage, but the squadron continues on doggedly chasing the Pathfinder.
They return fire, but a only a single pair of bolts manage to strike the unshielded aft of the ship a glancing blow, and the brunt of that attack is soaked up by the hull's armor plating. [7 HP damage.]
