No. No they might not. Because suddenly, various vines, thicker than many tree trunks, shoot up from the forest floor in the direction of the ship, trying to both wrap around it and pierce it.

  "What in space—I require a weed whacker!"

"Behold, the glorious legacy of the Sith," mutters Callida to no one in particular, then she punches a hole through the bulkhead with her lightsaber and flings herself out into the open air to a waiting vine. They're in the lower atmosphere, the air's breathable, and she'd survive a fall from this height, it's fine. The vines are too thick for her lightsaber to cut through without aid. Luckily, she has some. The Force is with her, and her ability to use it is strengthened by strong emotion, of which she is feeling plenty of. White hot fury is more of a bludgeon than a scalpel, but it'll do in a pinch.

"This ship is mine," she informs the malevolent presence behind the vines.

She reaches out towards a vine with a gloved hand, then with the Force. Then she focuses her anger and power, and like a hand around a neck, she crushes. This makes the diameter of the vine much more manageable with her lightsaber; she gets to managing. After half a dozen slices, the vine is bisected. She moves on to the next, which gets the same treatment, but all the ego and anger in the world isn't going to change the fact that this ship is definitely going down.

  "Brace for impact!" hisses Deenia, and Callida takes this as her cue to jump clear. As she falls, she sends out a wave of furious telekinetic energy in front of the ship, flattening the trees in its path to reduce the damage it'll take.

Then she's in freefall and has other concerns, such as her landing.

Her landing goes unimpeded. Or, well, it's impeded by branches and foliage but those sorts of things certainly wouldn't stand before the Sith Lord.

And now there's a voice. And it's in her head. It sounds like thunder, or like a buzzing fly, or like the rustling of leaves, or like strong wind, or the creak of wood. It's loud and quiet at the same time, and it's speaking directly to her:

"Be welcome to my jungle, child, and be consumed."

She slows herself down with a mixture of telekinesis, simple acrobatics, and carefully timed usage of some of the more sturdy branches of the giant trees that surround her. Her landing on the ground is a roll that moves her smoothly to her feet, and in the next heartbeat her lightsaber is ignited in her hand. The swell of prideful annoyance at the condescension of the term 'child' is useful, as is the anger at the presumption of the voice in that she is edible. Somehow she doesn't get the impression that she's going to be making it out of here peacefully, so she feeds her petty and dark emotions for the coming confrontation. Living through spite is still living.

Then, because she is a Sith with a sense of class, she raises her violet blade before her, then twirls it in the traditional Makashi salute; back straight, eyes forward, weapon ready. Another Sith would take this as the challenge that it is, but she'll do the voice a favor and make it clear verbally. Since she expects it will rather have trouble reading her mind.

"If you wish for death so badly as to presume to threaten a Sith Lord, then by all means, come find it," she says softly, projecting the meaning of the words with her projected power and presence and antipathy.

"Foolish human," the voice growls, and though it is inside her head, it is also all around her. "The world is mine," it continues, and the leaves and trees around her start rustling, "and so are all that dare oppose me."

Tall shapes—some humanoid, some not—slowly become visible in the shadows, but to the extent they have minds, they all share a single mind. In fact, it may become increasingly clear that this mind is not only in the shapes, but in the jungle itself, the very trees and the grass beneath her feet.

There is intention, now, and this intention is travelling beneath the earth and towards her and it quickly emerges as a vine reaching for her—

How convenient for Callida, that this world-eater should so clearly broadcast its intentions. Someone isn't used to dealing with another mind reader.

She leaps out of the way of the emerging vine, giving it a not-so-friendly slice as she goes, landing neatly on the branches above and then climbing further up still. She wants a lay of the land, and to know her surroundings. Usually in cases like these, she'd stretch out with the Force to see. Here, though, the mind of her enemy is all around her, and she'd be foolish to blindly reach out towards it. Her eyes will work well enough for now, and it's not like she has to blind herself entirely to the Force to avoid running into malevolent-jungle-voice. There is a careful balance here, while facing an opponent that so dwarfs her in size and presence. Stay locked behind her mental defenses, and she's blind and deaf to the dangers outside. Stretch out too far, spread herself too thin, and she's weak and vulnerable to attack.

This will be a tricky enemy to slay, but Callida thinks she would like very much to try.

Can she get to a vantage point good enough to get a good idea of her environment before the malevolent jungle's next attempt to kill her?

She absolutely cannot: the various shapes are now surrounding her, and clear enough to be seen. Fifteen variously tall plant humanoids with variously large plant weapons can be seen in every direction. The non-humanoids take a few different shapes, with canid ones the most common. And they don't give her enough time before three dogs and one humanoid are leaping towards her.

She might not be as stretched out with the Force as she could be, but that does not mean she is blind to it, and the Force is very good about things like 'trajectory of leaping hostile things that mean a Force-user harm.' If the three dogs and one humanoid would like to be in melee range with a Sith Lord, then they can do that if they'd really like to. It's not recommended for a long and healthy life.

Her lightsaber slices through the dogs like the overgrown weeds they are, and then straight through the humanoid's weapon and then through the humanoid. Yep. That's about the lifespan of things that get into melee range of a Sith Lord, are there any other takers?

Well there are some snipers with guns that have—bullets—as well as arrows. The others look at her warily and don't approach.

Ugh. Fine. Attempting to get a vantage point right now would just be making herself a target, she supposes she'll just have to be an unstoppable force of nature for a little while. Not that killing the minions will do any good, it doesn't hurt the ominous presence behind the voice at all, and would barely even make a dent in his army's numbers. This is going to turn into a battle of attrition. Clearly she can take out the minions without too much trouble, but even a Sith Lord needs to sleep sometime. Given enough time and minions, no matter how powerful she is, she'll fall eventually if she doesn't plan ahead. That'll need a solution of some kind, but solutions take time, so she needs to conserve her energy as much as possible from the start. Therefore, she'll dispatch this group without any kind of fancy tricks.

Arrows are easy enough projectiles to deflect with a simple brush of telekinesis, and while the bullets can't be deflected like blaster bolts, they can get vaporized by her lightsaber's blade. Telekinetic pressure from the Force can prevent any leftover molten debris from hitting anything important, though some of the trees around her might be slightly on fire from her efforts. That's her defense squared away with minimal effort.

As for offense... jumping and stabbing everything with her lightsaber sounds exhausting in the long term. She carries a blaster, because such things have their uses. Occlus was always of the opinion that if her apprentice had a blaster, then it was to be with her, and bought her a stealth holster that hid it tidily under her normal robes. This suited Callida just fine, and cemented Occlus as the best Sith instructor ever, objectively speaking. Callida has a very brief debate over the value of keeping this weapon in reserve, then decides it's not a valuable enough trick to keep hidden at the expense of her energy reserves. She summarily draws it and begins returning fire, lightsaber and the Force deflecting or vaporizing incoming projectiles.

...is that a storm cloud forming right above her head way too quickly and unnaturally?

It certainly looks like one. Strange. That's not through use of the Force, and if this planet has technology to create (what will probably be lightning) storms, then why are they using arrows? She's clearly missing something, here. That's a puzzle she'll have to prioritize; she hates being in hostile territory without proper intel.

If the storm cloud spits out lightning like she expects, that's not particularly threatening. Still, she'd rather not wait around beneath it and find out. It would be more debilitating long term to be injured instead of tired, so she hops easily to a different tree's branch.

Was one of the minions responsible for the storm cloud? If she can locate them, then that one can get several blaster bolts to the center of mass.

Yeah, one was! One that's farther back and waving around a wooden staff. The storm cloud doesn't move; it merely expands from its center position a bit and starts lightning-ing at the area just below itself in defiance of probability.

But simultaneous with that, a literal, genuine, honest-to-god flaming meteor (meteorite? it's football-sized) falls from the sky a few feet in front of Callida, while a raptor-mounted plant humanoid charges at her tree to try to shake her off.

Well, that's nonsensical and strange, but a meteor(ite?) coming at her at the same time a pair of disposable minions is quite convenient. She can just hop to another tree and ever-so-gently shove the flaming projectile so that it causes a lovely bit of friendly fire towards the charging mount. It's not like she's giving much away there, she already displayed telekinesis and some degree of intelligence in its use. Besides, it'd be a shame to waste such kindly offered resources. Waste not, want not, after all.

Once on her new perch, she shoots at the staff holder a couple of times. Catching one to interrogate for the secrets of the nonsensical environmental effects makes her priority list, but that'll be for later. A prisoner is tricky to lug around, she's got things to do, and she's unlikely to get any useful secrets from a lowly puppet in any reasonable time frame. Not to mention there might be a less hostile source of information for this phenomenon. So she'll pass and just focus on systematic killing.

Another minion jumps in front of the blast to protect the caster, and is reduced to a charred husk for its trouble. What's worse, another meteorite, followed by another, in increasingly close succession. They don't seem directly targetted at her but they do seem to be happening around her general area in random (and destructive) enough paths that any one that hit her could be quite destructive.

Oh? She's got several meteorites coming at her, relatively slow in comparison to the bullets and arrows, without anything more than a basic aim, but impressive destructive force? That's the sort of thing they'd like to hit her with?

Usually she's not the sort of Sith Lord that goes in for the whole 'evil laughter' thing, but if there were a time and place for it, it's here. She indulges in the vice as she steers the meteorites towards better targets than 'random,' lightsaber still raised to deflect or vaporize projectiles. Her aim might not be perfect with such strange weapons, but it's certainly better than random.

Okay the meteor shower stops pretty swiftly after she starts doing that, but not before she's set a fair amount of jungle and jungle monsters around her on fire.

Two identical humanoids start rushing her—no, four—wait, eight—now she's surrounded by several clones—

It's fairly obvious that she's being tested with multiple types of attacks to see which one works. Killing the minions is immaterial in the long term. Important to get breathing room to work, and for continuing to breathe, but not particularly key to her mission. Instead of mindlessly killing the enemies before her in the most efficient manner, it's better to set things up to spare herself in the future. So, what conclusion does she want her enemy to come to, here? If she can tell the clones from the genuine articles, she'd rather like to trick her enemy into thinking she can't, so she has an opening for escape built in for future assaults. If she can't tell which is which, she'd like her enemy to think she can, so there's no reason to use them in the future and she's hidden one of her weaknesses away.

She stalls for time by leaping to a higher branch, a better vantage point to shoot that staff user that was protected by another minion earlier. Let the monster sending minions after her think that she's concerned with killing the caster over this new threat. Meanwhile, she carefully peers at the clone brigade with the Force to see if she can tell which is which. For a moment she's briefly confused by what she sees - they all have a sense of will behind them, and there's more to them than just a trick of the mind or a trick of the light. Still, she's no novice, and if she looks at them closely, she can just see where the illusions are attached to her, how they depend on her mind and her life to live. The two originals have no such connection. Aha. So it will be pretending she can't tell, then.

On the suspicion that her adversary can see the direction she looks when she looks through the Force, she lingers peering at them longer than she needs. To help set her future trap, she draws up a faint sense of confusion and irritation, bubbling visibly behind her mental shield. Then she leaps down and slices through them all as if she doesn't know which is which, careful not to avoid the originals, but careful not to immediately hit them, either. She can dodge their attacks well enough.

The illusions shatter like immaterial mirrors, while the originals drop like flies under the touch of her saber.

But now there are several more such clones surrounding her again, and another stormcloud forming above a stretch of forest all around her. In the meantime, another humanoid focuses on her for a bit and then targets something that's a lot like a mental attack in her direction, aiming to mess with her senses and her perceptions of her surroundings.

Lightning is of little to no danger to her anymore, which makes it rather funny that her adversary is using it again. But yes, certainly, this can join the clones as something she pretends she's vulnerable to in order to keep her real weaknesses disguised. Why not. Keeps it from exploring options that might work.

Speaking of; the mental attack might be one of those. She has mental defenses, but they're built against Force attacks, not... whatever this is. It's not really clear what this is. It's concerning in its larger implications, but easy enough to counter in the immediate sense, and she thinks she's going to. This is not the kind of thing she'd like her enemy to be tangling with. She closes her eyes, and reaches out with the Force to touch and perceive the area around her, and works from that to stab clones and dodge stormclouds. Not being able to accurately see her surroundings with her ordinary senses isn't particularly debilitating in a direct combat sense.

But reaching out to touch her surroundings with her mind is a little... uncomfortable, when her living surroundings are part of a hostile intelligence. She is careful not to stretch out so far as to make herself actually vulnerable, but she is... somewhat more exposed to being touched in return. Ugh. She's probably going to be pushed into doing this a lot, might as well get comfortable with it. Hello, monster, you must think yourself so very clever, don't you?

She can almost hear the "Yes" in response, but it might have been just her imagination. Maybe.

The monster continues its onslaught with variations. It seems to be capable of elemental manipulation—fire, ice, water, thunder, wind, earth—and some spatial manipulation, too. Its current plan seems to be victory by exhaustion, though.

That's about what she expected, yep. Fortunately for her, exhaustion will take a while, and she's not at all interested in staying here and fighting the minions just for the sake of fighting them.

She spends a little bit of time watching them for patterns, testing them in return for the tests their master does on her, figuring out which sorts of minions do which sorts of things. Then, quite neatly, she kills the ranged ones that would get in the way of her escape with a mix of blaster bolts, telekinesis, and a well aimed lightsaber in a quick burst. This task complete, she leaps higher into the canopy to make her escape.

With a half-second delay, various vines like the ones that shot down her ship emerge from the forest grounds to try to grab her.

Good try, vines, but have you considered that Callida has a lightsaber and something not unlike precognition? No? Well, be introduced to both. Callida goes where she likes, thank you, and she would like to get some kind of lay of the land and look for where her ship went down. Maybe she'll even come across survivors from the other ships that got pulled down, wouldn't that be novel.

The smoke indicates that her ship apparently fell down that way—south, if she cares to figure it out—but to the southwest and much closer by there's another sign of obvious-if-less-technologically-advanced wreckage.