"Well thank you very much for your concern! But I think I'd rather hear what everyone has to say first. I hope that's not too much trouble?"

"I don't think I have enough greys here to fight off hostiles."

"Oh, well then you'd better get to a safe place before they arrive! I wouldn't want you to be in any danger."

"We're worried about you too!"

"You can stay and make sure I'm safe, if you like! But I think I'd prefer to wait and hear everybody out before deciding to go anywhere. It'd be kind of silly to just blindly go with the first people who showed up, just because they got here first. Bad negotiation tactics."

"We want to help you."

"Thank you for that. I think you'd be doing me the best possible service by respecting my sovereignty and my right to make decisions you don't agree with." Instead of treating her like a prize to be carried off to whomever hired them.

"I don't think you quite understand the circumstances here," says the green.

"I think that my ship is my property and that I can do whatever I like with it, circumstances or no," she says, with a dazzling and sugary-sweet smile.

"Well," he says, "we think you're in Calado now."

Greys fire hooky things at the ship to grab it.

The hooky things mysteriously miss! What a shocking surprise for all!

"I think," she says softly, in a voice that suddenly turns dangerous, "that you should either negotiate with me as an equal, or leave. Because I and my ship are not prizes for you to carry off to your boss."

...hooky things retract and try again.

Miss.

"Performance problems?"

Apparently yes but they keep trying.

This time they all mysteriously miss in the same direction, just as she ignites and throws her lightsaber, severing all of the hooky things in a single flash of purple light.

"Do you perhaps want to rethink your course of action."

...a grey produces a tranquilizer gun.

Nope, tranquilizer gun is going on a field trip, it can go visit the scenic jungles of Calado.

And then she jumps a distance she really shouldn't be able to and lands neatly on the side of the helicopter, a bit of protruding helicopter metal gripped in one hand, violet sword made out of plasma ignited in the other. The latter is held quite casually close to the helicopter blades. She looks amused.

"No? Perhaps you didn't hear me? I so despise shouting. Almost as much as repeating myself. Last chance."

"- how did - wh-" says Tranq Grey.

"Get in the air!" yells another.

"Are you out of your mind she has that thing pointed at the rotor -"

"I do! Thank you for noticing! Do we understand each other?"

"Get off get off -" A grey kicks her.

She takes the kick with only an understated growl. Her eyes lock with the grey responsible, all cold glare and haughty implacability. Then, she says, "Yes, all right, fair enough."

And she drops from the helicopter and lands gracefully on the ground below.

"That was with a sword," she yells up to them, brightly. She retrieves her blaster, and displays it. "This is my gun. Do you want to see me use it, or do you want to leave with your lives?"

They don't listen to the entire paragraph before the pilot gets them into the air.

She smiles, slightly, and she returns quite easily to her chair. She resists the urge to laugh maniacally.

Another batch comes in a different helicopter a few minutes later.

She is the picture of innocence again! There isn't even any wreckage to give her away.

"Greetings from the Sith Empire! I apologize for the state of my landing."