Tiegan Drake flew a Jedi speeders through Courasaunt's beautiful night sky. She would've rather been using her own wings, of course, but there was no chance of that. Not tonight. She had been called to the Temple on an urgent message from her master, Obi-wan Kenobi.
"Come to the Temple as quickly as possible," Obi-wan had said, and Tiegan had immediately picked up the stress in his voice. "There's been an emergency."
So she had obeyed, as always. And now she was zipping purposefully through the crowded air lanes. She had just popped out into a more clear area when a fierce disturbance in the Force hit her at full throttle.
Then the bomb exploded. She was thrown violently from the speeder and barely had time to think as the machine hurled end-over-end…straight towards her. Flinging out her wings, Tiegan somehow managed to twist herself out of the way. Then she was falling.
But my wings are spread! she thought in a panic.
Then she tried to spread them farther, but the cloak that she wore to cover them had caught itself on the tip of her left wing, trapping it.
The Jedi padawan clawed desperately at the cloak, trying to tear it off, but it was caught fast. She was falling from the heights of Courasaunt, and there was nothing she could do.