They fly past her, slamming into the sand outside the village - an eerily accurate bolt from the larger ship's laser cannons clips her wing - and the TIEs are beginning to regroup.

"I'm breaking off to try to shake the fighters," she sends over the comm. "Dropship incoming."

"Got it. We're making good time here."

She slams a turn, screaming out over the open desert.

Several of the TIEs - and the larger ship - turn to harry her. Her shields are dropping pretty rapidly - the larger ship's torpedoes don't always land, their laser cannons hit her effectively every shot they get off - 

A torpedo comes screaming through her shields, at her wing - 

A hit, and she's going down!

Glance to the side, that entire wing's gone, no recovery-

She ejects.

The TIEs break off, back toward the village.

The large ship - likely the personal ship of an officer - zeroes in to follow her toward her landing point.

Hell.

Well, that's why she has a blaster. They won't take her without a fight.

They land a bit away, out of easy blaster range, and the ramp begins to lower - 

And a man in a black suit, black mask and cape, light saber in his hand but not yet ignited, descends, two red-armored guards following him, postures stiff.

There are quite a lot of Vader wannabes among the assorted dark side cults. Most of them have very particular ways of distinguishing themselves, though, and this one looks a lot like the briefings she's seen on Lord Inkil, leader of the First Order.

Poser.

She takes cover behind her crash seat and opens fire.

He in an entirely unnecessary move raises his hand and freezes the bolts mid-air - and the air around her's tight, her limbs locking - 

Gr. She attempts to struggle free, pushing-

She can wrest free, the bolts jumping toward the poser - he just deflects them, tilting his head, and keeps approaching her at a steady pace.

She starts shooting again.

He ignites his light saber - red, of course - and deflects the bolts.

He keeps advancing.

She shifts her aim to his feet, trying to slow him down.

His light saber is significantly less well designed for blocking things aimed at his feet. It slows him down a small amount, though not entirely, and while his face is obviously obscured and his body posture is hard to read he now seems extremely annoyed.

Bring it, bitch.

He gets within calmly enraged voice range - "I did not expect cockroaches out here, I must admit."

"And I didn't ask for stinkrats, so it looks like no one's getting what they want today."

"You think you can stop me?"

"Maybe. Maybe not. But someone will."

"Perhaps."

"It will be too late for you."

"Big talk, scary boy. Whatever."