Ch'lana slowly offers a hand, and Demaria takes it. He looks her in the eye. "You can trust that I will not let you fall." He points to his eyes. "Do not look away." Demaria, looking into those eyes, senses only quite reassurance, and she believes him. He half closes his eyes and takes a breath.
Demaria feels herself gently lift off the deck. Using their shared grasp to guide her, the Jedi slowly moves her out over the open space in the lift shaft. Instead of feeling panic or fear, somehow she feels calm. She begins to slowly lower into the shaft, and a moment later their grasp parts. Eyes stay locked, however, as the distance between them grows.
It must have been a minute or two, but before she realizes it, her feet touch something. Looking down, she sees she is on top of the turbolift. The pressure holding her up releases gently, and she is free to move. It is a simple matter to open the access hatch and drop inside.
Meanwhile, using Concentration, Collan manages to trace the emergency lights to a central power generator. It is easy enough to pull it out even with the simple tools available, and he lugs it over to Ch'lana just as he releases Demaria. He nods to Collan, and repeats the process with the power generator.
By this time, Demaia has the floor maintenance panel open, and has exposed the leads she needs to control the coils. As she finishes, the power generator lowers gently through the open access hatch, gently pinging off the edge where it made contact. It settles onto the floor.
It's all on her now.
[Actions?]
PM sent to Keshani.
The DC is somewhere between DC 15 and 25 to jury-rig the repulsor coils. She's never done this sort of thing before, so she's not entirely sure how hard it will be.
