Things weren't exactly going to plan, Juhno mused to herself. The rumors and old records brought her here looking for a temple, and she was certainly able to feel faint wisps of the Force's influence. She couldn't quite pin it down, but she did find the temple. The Sith Pureblood had been happy to find it inhabited with a little camp around the crumbling entrance, and cheerfully began to try and communicate to get permission to enter. Sadly, there seemed to be a . . . breakdown in communications. Yes. That would explain the first one trying to bludgeon her, and the second and third shooting at her with odd pipe-like rifles. Clearly she was not prepared, and she needed to make a strategic withdrawal.<br/><br/>The red-skinned woman LEAPT over a rocky ridge half-buried in the sand, The dull brown robe meant to fight off the sun's rays half-trailing behind her to reveal smooth red skin and synthetic leather wrappings below. She raised a hand to the man at the landspeeder, waving it back and forth as she yelled. "There seems to be a problem involving odd people in gasmasks with rifles! I'd like to go back now please!" Yes, no point in trying to fight through a horde of primitives. While she had superior training, she was obligated to show them mercy as a more evolved and educated being. Deeeefinately not because they were scary. Nope. No sir.