Just not gonna happen

Luminara tries to control her breath once the mask fused to the rest of the suit - they're on limited oxygen now, after all. It's not as easy as it sounds, but at least she's not hyperventilating yet. Staying calm can greatly extend the time they have she reckons. Before the door properly opens, Luminara will attach the rope Allen made to herself, tying it around one of her arms.

"Ready?"

She gives an encouraging smile, then immediately swears to herself - communication is not something she thought about yet. It *should* be fine, she hopes, the pod only said something about the atmosphere being hostile and not entirely absent. Perhaps there is enough gas in the air to carry sound, but if the atmospheres too thin they could end up not being able to talk to one another without pressing their helmets together or something like that. Perhaps they should have fiddled more with the communicator device - but too late now!

Egressing from the pod, she quickly assesses the situation - one of her specialties. And the situation does not look great. Luminara would have liked to engage with the inhabitants of the landed ship on their own terms, but it appears that they've interrupted a... a what? Salvage mission? Ground assault on a ship they shot down? She certainly hopes its the former, altough salvagers aren't known to be the kindest and most helpful folk... especially if you don't have any money.

Luminara frowns and tries to hide behind one of the ice spires - a futile task, considering her size. She gestures Allen to do the same however, a hard look on her face.

"Well, what do we do now?"

Allen also try to control his breathing as soon as his suit was on. Luminara had a good head on her, multiple, shoulders. He would tie one end of the rope around his waist and give her the other side. Now they hopefully will not get lost. Though this does mean that they wouldn't be able to ruin nearly as quickly as they might have otherwise. But on a planet like this...that might not be the best idea.

The human felt better, had he been by himself then he might have panicked at this point. But now he had a feeling that things would be, hopefully, alright. When the taller woman hid behind an ice spire, Allen would follow and peek out around it quickly before speaking up. "Well...we will need to get closer to the crashed ship but be careful...it seems as though were are not the only ones here....how good are you at talking Luminara?"

"Two outside, more in the airlock behind them. Your standard airlock fits... what, six people? So, potentially eight, less if they're not cramped in there or others like me. I... I don't think we can take them if worst comes to worst, I am afriad."

Luminara peeks out between the spire again, trying to gauge how much time they have already spent here. They don't have ages to come up with an intricate plan. Luminara throws down a glance at Allen, then gives a shrug with her lower set of hands.

"Depends, honestly. I can be very persuasive at times, but I lack information about who I am talking to so it won't work. I... I am not good at talking to people in the way that makes them... relaxed and trusting, do you know what I mean? Loyalist Tyranaxi probably want to chop my head off and I think I am simply too large to make other species feel... I don't know... like I am peaceful?"

She sounds slightly worried.

"Uhh... we better come up with something quickly. This sounds... bad. Should we just approach with our hands up? Hopefully they won't simply blast us and leave us to die. Maybe one of us goes first? I can go first, if you want."

Luminara cuts a grimace, her face-scales tightening together as an underconcious defense mechanism. Virbrations like this are usually not good. She can only imagine two situations that would produce low rumbling like this and neither of them are good. One, something charging up. Weapon systems? Engines? The two ships seem to be idle, but perhaps there is something else over the horizon. Or two, avalanches, which are almost as deadly as being hit by a capital size plasma barrage in these very basic suits of theirs.

"Shit…shit shit shit." the poor human whispered to himself.

Allen was figuratively frozen in his thoughts. He definitely heard his large friend, but there was a lot going on in his mind and it showed clearly in his face.

He had no idea what to do. This was out of his wheelhouse. He was good at fixing and tinkering, nothing like this.

"I suppose we go out there with our hands up." He whispered to Luminara. He noticed the shaking and that didn’t bode well for them.

"Well... let's just hope we don't get oblitarated by a plasma bolt in just a moment."

Luminara gives Allen a reassuring smile - which is neither very neassuring nor really a smile. The thrumming of the ice is certainly... worrysome and Luminara is yet again reminded of the limited time they have standing out and around here. So, gesturing her human friend to get moving before he can reconsider, Luminara will begin to slowly stomp across the ice towards the strangers next to what is presumably their ship, hands raised.
While carefully moving across the slippy terrain, Luminara gets an idea - technically, she isn't without a weapon after all! Or rather, without the means to create one. Perhaps she can stuff some ice into her Xenotech Molecular Reassembler to create some kind of weapon with it? It would take some time, obviously, but something for the back of her mind.

"By a Jøgboars ass, they're coming towards us!"

Luminara's face hardens and she visibly tenses up as she can see three people approaching with hostile intent - quite rapidly, in fact. Her battleready analytical side kicks in and reality seems to slow down around her as thoughts rush through her head. They stand very little chance against people armed with actual weaponry, but perhaps... if the attackers are humane enough, taking a hostage might work. Maybe they can use the slippery ground to their advantage?
Having formulated a rough plan, Luminara turns around towards Allen, eyes sparkling, a determined expression on her face.

"I need your help. We can either stand here... hands still raised and wait for them to come shoot us, or we take matters into our own hands."

Luminara tilts her head.

After being shaken from his intense mental paralysis, Allen would realize all that happened and nodded, might as well see this through, though he was no fighter. So he looked up at Luminara and nodded his head. This was her expertise, though that did not mean he wouldn't get a word in here.

The human would look quite worried as he spoke. Fear was a strong motivator right now. "Should we find some better cover then this ice spike? I don't like our odds here."

Luminara nods approvingly.

"Have you ever heard the saying... oh, I can't remember how you humans would express this. 'The greatest shield is equivalent to attacking with the sword', or something like that? Well, we're going to do precisely that my friend!"

She blinks a few times, mulling over her plan. It's not a good one, but its the only one they have... also, Allen brandishing a sidearm changes things somewhat - she didn't know he had one, or just didn't notice in their escape! How interesting!

"Right, right. We're going to perform a manouvre that I like to call "Netfishing". Are you familiar with how it's done? We had that back home... a quite antiquated method of catching fish, but it works even under greatly diminished industrial capacity and with vessels that are hundreds of years old. Two boats would cast a giant net between them, then ship around the populated seas - we're going to do the same. You're a boat, I am a boat and our connector line will be our net.
The ice is pretty rough here, but further from the impact site it should be much more slippery. We're going to gather speed on this rough terrain, then drop down to slide across the smoother ice. If we manage ourselves correctly, we can trip up these assailants of ours - then overwhelm one and take a hostage.
Any questions?"

Luminara smiles.

"You mean a good defense makes a great offense? Yes, I very much agree with that...but your fishing idea is very much an offensive...yet I have no other plans so, sure let's do that. Why not?" Allen had no other ideas, it seemed like Luminara knew what she was doing which made Allen raise an eyebrow up at her. He was definitely going to talk to her about this later, because it seemed to him as though she was some sort of solider of sorts.

That honestly made sticking with her all the better, not that he wasn't before. Allen was many things but a traitor he was not! In this cold universe, one could only have each other.

"As for your plan, I have no questions...aside from one: When do we start?" He grins up at her.

"That's the spirit. We'll make a fighter of you yet!"

Luminara gives a smile to Allen, that went much more smoothly than expected - while he seemed a bit paralyzed earlier, he snapped out of it which is great to see. The Tyranaxi woman stretches her two sets of arms, then, alongside with Allen presumably, uncovers from the ice spike they have been hiding behind to gather speed and approach the approaching hostiles. She is careful not to accidentally get too far from Allen - being quite a lot heavier than the average human, Luminara would probably tug him off of his feet with the connector rope if they strayed too far!
Noticing the charging lasers, Luminara frowns.

"Watch out, they're using ship scale weaponry against us! Those things are made to cut through hulls and bulkheads, they'll cleave us in half upon even light contact! The only upside is that if they hit the ice, it'll most likely produce steam clouds, obscuring the view, but that's not much of a reconsilliation. We ought to take a hostage and that we ought do quickly quickly!"