Well, you said whatever necessary! You could always get new legs, wedded to the flesh, are you?
You feel very tired. You think you might have strained something, as it were. Certainly the tree, no longer powered by your utter terror and sudden fear of death, is only ever so slightly shifting... you don't think shidting thr ground would achieve much.
"I can't think of a way we could ambush the Jedi," Wraith finally admits. "The only plan I've come up with is that I start sniping them and then you put up some form of a attack. I don't think we could befriend some bounty hunters who are interested in a large price on a few of the Jedi's heads, do you?"