Tai stood next to his speeder in the middle of the desert, eyes closed and hands clasped behind his back. He felt the hot wind brush across his face, slight specks of sand caressing his cheek. He hadn't topped up his skin tone and the light wind was picking up his very pale, almost purple, facial features. There were dried up riverbeds and scrub: dead trees and small lichen bushes. Exactly why he had chosen the spot. He used the force to pull a lightsaber into each hand, red the right and green the left, his signature. As the storm troopers took aim he prepared himself for the onslaught. The first shots were fired and, without opening his eyes, he blocked the salvo coming from each of his troops. He ended the rally of blocking and a high/short position, green lightsaber pointing out in front of him, the red one inverted, across the small of his back. He still was not opening his eyes. As the soldiers fired once more he blocked all of the shots with a flurry of fast wrist actions, the volley not stopping. He dropped down low during a small pause and placed his legs extremely close together, his knees bent quite low. As the shooting resumed, most attempts half-aimed and either missing or grazing his robes, Vashti sprang up into the air, doing a double pike flip, using the spin to throw the blasts back to the men who had fired them. By the time he had landed, all of the guns had been disabled by their own shots. He opened his eyes, turning his lightsabers off and returning them to original places at his belt, and nodded before saying at a mid tone. "Thank you gentlemen, that will be all." He turned and sat lightly on his speeder.
