Decide if she wants to land closer to a Republic or an Imperial base.

...which seems likeliest to shoot them?

Six of one, half-dozen of the other. He ain't on what you might call friendly terms with either, to be honest.

Then let's go with the Sith, it'll be easier to find Occlus.

Imps it is.

Belsavis is a frozen planet pockmarked by holes of green wherever subterranean hot springs create enough heat for life to flourish. They come in halfway around the planet and stay low over the ice, the better to avoid whatever defenses the Republic has set up. There shouldn't be any prison blocks, no reason for anyone to be in the area and notice their approach. Which makes it all the more unexpected when half their electronic systems short out and they go into an uncontrolled fall.

Not again.

What can she do to help other than not panic?

"Shit. Rerouting." A panel of controls sparks and catches fire. "Damn! Get that out!"

Fire extinguisher, the ship has one of those, right? Right, here it is—

And poof, fire out.

"Right, okay, got this." The ship levels out. "It's not gonna hold, though. Next sinkhole I see, we're going down. Strap in."

She straps in.

The landing's rough. But hey, at least no one lost any legs this time, right?

...she makes sure no one's lost any legs this time, yes. And she's learnt at least some more healing of the kind that doesn't involve deals with the devil, she can apply it.

Not necessary, fortunately. The pilot sighs deeply, runs his fingers through his hair, and starts a diagnostic.

"Sensors... fried. Comms... fried. Engines... fifteen percent capacity. Hyperdrive... working, surprisingly. Navicomp... fried. Life suppport... marginal. Great. It's gonna take me a while to rig something up so we can call for help. Why don't you go check outside and make sure nothing's coming to eat us."

She can do that. She can also try to sense anything amiss.

No immediate dangers. Just a vague sense of impending doom that makes her think it'd be a good idea to keep an eye out for anything happening.

Oh really perhaps Occlus is around. She keeps an eye out.

As it turns out, the first thing she sees is not Occlus. There's a rumbling from one of the ice walls, and a panicked-looking group emerges from a cave. They're a sort of alien she's never seen before, grey skin, tall, with elongated triangular heads. They're armed with a mix of spears and blasters, and fire back down the tunnel as they retreat.

—what are they running from?

Gooood question.

Aha, no wait, it's probably whatever the source of all that lightning is. A veritable flood of the stuff pours out of the cave's mouth and the aliens shriek in agony. About half of them don't get back up.

Damnit, Occlus, must you?

She informs people of this.

"Crazy murderhappy Sith just outside and me with a ship that can't fly. Wonderful. Could this day get any better."

"Amen. I'm gonna go talk to her."

"You're- whatever. It's your ass. Just don't bring her back."

"I won't."

Off she goes again.

Occlus kills the last of the aliens and smiles grimly. That changes to a look of disgust when she catches sight of Rafa.

"What are you doing here?"