...he lights up his lightsaber.

The sudden blaze of green immediately turns the sentry's head, and they fire a few shots at it.

He runs, dodges, and blocks but doesn't immediately advance.

When they see him block the blaster bolt they bellow something, and more come running.

Gosh, there's probably at least fifteen of them.

"Please don't make me fight you," he says, looking worried.

Yyyeah, that's not going to be an option. Here they come.

Sigh.

He fights. He hates fighting—but he is not, actually, bad at it. Worse than his late master, of course, and probably only slightly above the average of his peers, but still, he knows how to use that saber.

There are ways ordinary infantry can slightly increase their chance of success against a Sith or Jedi. The Gormak, of course, know nothing about that. He is pretty well able to control the direction of the fight, given that it is entirely focused on him.

The Voss take advantage of the Gormaks' distraction to ghost in from the edges and remove the outermost participants.

"Flee," he suggests, moving his free hand with menace, forcing that idea at them as strongly as he can—he can rationalise it later, for now all he needs is to get them to not die uselessly. "Go away, do not stay, you will only find suffering and defeat here."

The tenor of the shouting changes from aggression to terror, and suddenly they're trying to press away from his saber rather than towards it. The Voss cut down the ones that head back towards the turret, which suddenly explodes.

No no no that was not supposed to—augh he'll try to get them to flee elsewhere—

He no longer has a whole lot of control over them. And the commandos are telling him to retreat. The turret is gone; their job is done.

...fine. Bye lightsaber, no need to draw attention anymore, and he retreats, sullen.

Everyone regroups back where they split up and heads back to the crash site.

He follows, watching out for—well, anything. People, traps, whatever.

He doesn't catch hints of anything.

When they get back, a distress signal is sent and they settle in to wait. The Voss patrol the perimeter in groups of two.

Can he meditate now? He kinda needs it.

No one's stopping him.

Good. He'll do that.

He can get a couple hours in before evac arrives.

He'll probably only stay under for half that.

The Voss not on patrol are conversing quietly in their native language. One is changing the pilot's dressings.

Does he want help?

If Rafa's offering. Apply pressure here while he prepares the bandages.

He will do as instructed.