RELAY STATION
YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE
Further explosions ripped through the building, and the deafened Sith Master whirled by instinct as the floor she had raised began to fall again -- the natural progression of such things. She picked the direction of the now-vanished exterior wall, for fear of being buried in rubble, and her leap began just as a Mandalorian dropped down in front of her and fired his shotgun. Instinct brought up her arm to cover her face, but pellets ripped across the exposed portions of her face, carving deep furrows.
By chance, her leap had put her not far from where he now stood. After all, there were only two ways to go: towards the wall, and away from it. And away would put her squarely in the middle of a building that was most certainly coming down at some point in the near future.
Of course, that still left her bleeding freely and standing beside a moderately surprised-looking Mandalorian. She rolled what felt like a partially dislocated shoulder and tossed him a two-fingered salute, then Force-leaped out the side of the building as the Mandos began to boil out of the hole. She rolled in midair to face them. Apart from the experts she had fought, there were at least a dozen other survivors.
Not for long.
Apologies, Darth, she sent to Apparatus as she flew back. She grabbed the remains of the building with her mind and pulled, putting every ounce of her frustration into the telekinesis. Nothing motivated anger like failure, and Ashin was furious. The relay tower was down, the station was gutted -- its only use was as a weapon.
Her feet hit the ground and dug in as an avalanche of gutted building slid down in an attempt to bombard and bury all the Mandalorians.