Yeah.

Onward, then? 

Yep.

Onward.

There's more troopers especially as they continue, a scattering of more officers. Lily starts moving more hesitantly, more uncertainly.

They get to a room with very many alarms on the door and cameras monitoring it, full of odd artifacts - 

Including the one containing Anakin, Lily thinks. 

Guess they've got no choice but to go in, then.

Anathema and her girls get through it - slowly, but they do, without any of the patrols past noticing. 

And Lily darts in to start scanning over the items. 

Ellaita covers the door.

It's far too short a time before boots approach. Slow. Measured. Heavier than an officer's tread, lighter than a stormtrooper's, a familiar hiss of breath...

"He's coming. Have you found her?"

"I think - "

The canister thing doesn't respond to Lily tugging on it with the Force. It's on a high shelf - much higher than her reach - and she starts cursing as she looks for a box. 

"Kriff."

"Out of the way."

She nudges Lily aside, then her two girls get on either side of her,  helping her climb onto their shoulders so Anathema can start pulling the - annoyingly heavy - thing to her. It's a cylinder in a frame, and - "How do I get this open - "

"I don't know, I need to look at it - "

And Lord Inkil rounds the corner.

His lightsaber is still on his belt, at least.

Her blaster's in her hand.

She starts firing as she pulls a grenade loose and rolls it towards him.

His lightsaber jumps to his hand, igniting in time for him to deflect the bolts, and he throws out his other hand - sending the grenade rocketing back toward their party.

It goes off when the internal gyroscope sense the abrupt change in direction. Not close enough to really damage either party.

Anathema curses really loudly and starts trying to pull the cylinder off the shelf, while her girls use the hands not supporting her to fire more blaster bolts at Lord Dickwad. The barrage at least slows him down a little. 

Many of the other artifacts in this room are not immune to Force manipulation.

Most of them won't let her grab them as easily with the light side. Fine. Master Anakin taught her to use the dark without losing herself, to flit between them as needed. (To find happiness wherever you can, her Master had said, and I will never hold you back - )

She's not really going for finesse here. She has no idea what any of it does. 

She can launch them very accurately at very high speeds and she bets not all of them are smart to hit with a lightsaber. That this asshole who doesn't deserve to be related to her Master might not want them damaged. 

(So you must be your own control.)

Her mind wraps around every one at least a little. Testing. Rage, honed to a fine, cold point...

(Deep breath, Lily. Remember who you are.)

She also pulls down a ceiling panel on his head as the artifacts launch themselves at the waste of space with loud cracks, aimed at several possibilities of where he will be. No sense making it easy. 

(Each tool is fit to a different task. We must be careful to keep our goals in mind, and to not let our instruments dictate our actions. What do you want to accomplish, Lily?)

She's snarling, screaming, but her mind is calm within the storm. 

(I want you safe and happy.)

(One, a little droid, quiescent, does not let itself be flung.)

(A red indicator light blinks to life on its side. A camera unshutters, and it looks out at the room.)

Lord Inkil is not happy with this! He dives to the side, throwing the panel away, trying to catch the artifacts with the Force - slowing them, he doesn't want to throw the potentially delicate ones into walls, but Lily's strong in the dark side, shockingly so, and her will is swamping his -

He's rather distracted from something as minor as blaster bolts.

Then they can't let up the attack.

 - They hit him, bolts slamming into his armor, cracking it - possibly not directly injuring him, it's hard to tell, but his mobility might be limited now, and they're definitely a solid threat, one he's struggling to overcome.

Anathema successfully tugs the cylinder over to her... And yelps as it unbalances over the edge, too heavy for her to carry, plummeting to the ground as Sharp and Charge scatter back to avoid any of them being hit. It slams into the floor with a loud bang, and Anathema tumbles off her girls' shoulders, bringing her own blaster to bear on their enemy and shouting - "Lily you're gonna have to open that now - "

She shoves against the asshole, disrupting his concentration a bit in the Force, then turns, cursing under her breath as she goes to kneel over the completely arcane artifact that the Force is utterly failing to help her press the right buttons on -

(It doesn't look damaged from its fall, though.)