Lord Inkil recovers his momentum now that Lily's attention is turned away, deflecting several bolts back at the party, catching the artifacts and lowering them to the ground behind him - ready to advance again -

And the droid rolls out from its storage unit on a bottom shelf.

"Master," it says to Lily, voice flat, "That unit is in my archives. What function do you want to activate?"

...What the kriff.

...Following random droid directions might not be any more likely to cause an explosion than hitting buttons at random -

- It called her Master, she's never seen it, why -

...

It's in a room of dark artifacts collected by a Vader wanna-be.

There's a sinking feeling in her gut.

"Tell me how to release the trapped spirit," she says, voice imperious, dark side still wrapped around her (KRIFF), showing none of her inner turmoil.

 - He startles.

Probably a bit too long, it loses him the momentum he'd gained -

This droid can relay instructions very quickly and very efficiently, unfortunately for him.

And Lily can't get a sense of the artifact but she can almost anticipate everything the droid says, fingers working quickly -

The cylinder clicks. Beeps. And begins to hiss a little. An odd, heavy feeling builds in the air.

He launches himself forward, entirely heedless of the threats presented by anyone else, moving nearly impossibly fast, lightsaber raised, aiming unerringly at Lily's back -

Ellaita fires at his feet, letting herself move instinctually-

Anathema snarls and opens her mind, the way she would to coordinate her girls - grabs at him and rips.

- He stumbles, and Ellaita's shots impact his legs where he is, not where logic should have dictated he would be, and he keeps his feet and keeps pushing but his momentum's lost by just enough -

A blue woman manifests between him and Lily.

She doesn't even make a pretense of moving.

Her idiot of a grandson just lifts off his feet and goes flying back, slamming into the wall at the other end of the hallway.

Whoa.

He doesn't have time to get up before he's rising into the air, suspended by absolutely nothing. His armor strips away, peeling off him like it's made of paper, exposing the man underneath.

"I'm not going to kill you," she says, voice cold and even, Force signature tightly controlled, expression somehow - not actually at all angry, yet all the more terrifying for its equanimity. "I suggest you take this opportunity to do some soul searching. To wonder if peace is truly insufficient for you."

"But if you ever threaten my apprentice again, you will not have the time to wonder whether that was smart."

And -

There's something massive in the air. Bigger than 'light' or 'dark.' Bigger than Lily, than Jacen, than any Force user Ellaita has ever brushed against.

(She once told a little worm of a man that the Death Star was nothing before the Force. That proved true when a single pilot struck its shatterpoint with devastating accuracy - )

(But it's true in other ways, too.)

There's a soft - crunch, almost, above their heads. A sound almost like pebbles tumbling, or rock sliding against rock -

Jacen hasn't had the opportunity to do anything other than try and clutch for his throat before the ceiling disintegrates over their heads, letting sunlight pour into the facility, revealing how the landscape itself is peeling apart, weapons turning to dust, troopers stripped of their armor (a mind passing over each, gently, and the unwilling soldiers are lifted and moved to the handful of ships she's leaving intact, you are free whispered in their core). The First Order's loyalists are deposited just as carefully on a slope outside of the excavated base, and the floor under their group's feet remains intact, floating, even as everything below them crumbles.

The floor lifts them above the fray, and Jacen floats to join his terrified followers.

And the landscape reassembles below them, what stone had been removed for the base soaring from a nearby dumping ground, the planet smoothing over like the First Order never came. The jungle that had capped it is replanted smoothly, confused animals clinging to the trees and birds in a tizzy around - nudged from flying into what will soon be solid rock again, and it becomes suddenly obvious that none of the rivers spilled out of their courses even when Anakin excavated past them.

Anakin leaves Jacen and his loyalists a single short range comm. They can call for help when their reinforcements come looking. Not before. She leaves them food, medical supplies, and emergency tents. She leaves them nothing else, and the troopers she's freed are already scrambling onto their ships, fleeing the planet.

She sets her group down by Ellaita's ship, and the floor they'd been on disintegrates too. (Numerous artifacts are still floating around Anakin, including most of the ones Lily failed to grab. Several are on shelves that are floating around her. Some might have disintegrated in the wave of destruction, some might have been buried, but it's hard to say. The very idea of them is blurred, let alone memories of particulars.)

The heavy feeling fades, and Anakin looks -

Small. Tired. Old, even.

"Let's go," she says, voice quiet.

That was... terrifying, actually.

She goes to start the ship up.

She sets the artifacts she took somewhere not immediately in the way and turns to Lily. "Are you alright?" she asks, quietly. 

She pauses, closing her eyes and steadying her breath into a slow, even pattern. Then: "Yeah. I need to meditate and talk stuff through, but I'm stable right now. You should make sure that stuff's safe."

"Okay." A light breeze - felt by no one else - tussles Lily's hair. "Thank you for coming for me."

Her demeanor lightens some. "Of course I did."

She smiles, expression soft, and starts securing everything she grabbed. 

The droid does not particularly want to be grabbed! It rolls away from the arrangement of items, a vaguely grouchy air about it, and over to Lily. "I do not need to be stored," it says, voice as flat as ever. "I am fully charged."

Lily scrunches up her face at Anakin.

Who raises an eyebrow. "Alright," she concedes, letting the droid separate itself out and finishing her task. 

Anathema goes to help Ellaita while her girls settle between the cockpit and the two Jedi (?), eyeing Anakin and Lily warily.

Once the two seem done talking, she calls back, "I have so many questions, and it's a long flight."

She very distinctly does not sigh. "I hopefully have answers, then, and questions of my own."

She gets herself and Lily settled, gives Ellaita a long, hard to decipher look. 

(Almost sad.)