Everybody shook as the Ghost bounced through the atmosphere. "Hold on!" Hera shouted, grinning as she thrust the throttle full force.

"Hera," Kanan said, worried.

"I see it," she replied, "We need to land. I'm not sure how much more the Ghost can take. Chopper! How much farther till we break through the thickest part of this atmosphere, and who's atmosphere are we breaking through?"

Chopper whirred angrily as he punched in calculations into the console.

"Nice work Chopper," Hera said, "We're almost through Kanan. Zeb, Ezra, Sabine, strap yourselves in, it's going to get rough."

"This isn't rough?" Ezra shouted, grabbing a seat in the cockpit as everyone swung to the left.

"Where are we exactly?" Sabine said, strapping herself into her personalized chair.

"Hold on," Hera said, as the ship started to bounce around more and more. The turbulence shook everybody's teeth out of their heads as they passed through the atmosphere.

When the ship stopped shaking enough so that when you talked you wouldn't bite your tongue off, Kanan asked, "Why aren't the atmosphere shields up?"

"We haven't got any shields Kanan," Hera snapped.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Ezra said nervously, "No shields? Are you crazy?"

"Land now, or land later. Which would you prefer?" Hera said kindly, turning to Ezra.

"I guess now would probably be the best," he said shakily.

"Good, we're almost there," Hera said as the Ghost glided towards the surface of the planet.

Even though the crew had passed through the atmosphere, the sky was still brutally dark, littered with stars. The Ghost's lights tried to penetrate the darkness, but did not illuminate the ground beneath them. "Kanan," Hera said.

Kanan nodded, and reached outside with the force. "It's mostly flat out there. Decent spot to land actually. Kind of reminds me of Lothal, but wait. Who's that?" It was too late. They were already landing before Kanan's warning. Too late to stop before the body slammed into the window right in front of them.

The glimpse of the face was enough for Ezra. "Wha-? No," he whispered.

The crew slipped out of the Ghost, to see if the person they hit was still alive or not. "Aren't you coming Ezra?" Kanan finally asked, as it became clear that he wasn't going to follow them.

"No," Ezra replied, pulling his knees to his chin.

Kanan sighed, and left Ezra to himself. He wanted to see if the life form he felt earlier was still there. Closing his eyes, he felt for that spot of life again. No way. It was still there, and only a little a little dimmer than before. Quickly, Kanan stepped out of the ship, to meet this light before it went out.

Hera crouched close to the body. She was obviously female, with plain brown hair and seemed to be Ezra's age too. "Is she breathing?" Sabine whispered. Slowly, painfully, the girls chest moved beneath her brown jacket, a backpack by her side.

"It looks like it," Hera replied, "Zeb, bring her to the rec room. Gently please."

Zeb grunted in assent, gingerly picking up the girl and her pack in one fluid motion. The girl was still as he carried her into the Ghost.

"Who do you think she is?" Sabine asked nobody in particular, "And where's Ezra? I'm sure he would like to meet her." The girl in Zeb's arms shuddered violently, her pale skin an intense contrast between her and the floor. "What happened to her?" Sabine asked as the girl was put on the floor by the table.

"She did get hit by the Ghost," Kanan replied, "Hopefully she'll be alright soon."

"Kanan," Hera said, "Can you do something to help her?"

"I need Ezra to see this," Kanan replied, "Ezra, come here please." After a word from Hera, Chopper was sent to find the kid.

A few minutes later, an outrageous amount of complaining, and several shocks from Chopper, Ezra appeared before them. He refused to look at the girl, and just stared blankly at the wall.

"Ezra, I need you to see what I'm doing," Kanan said, "You may have to do this yourself on any one of us. In fact, you should feel what I'm doing through the force." Kanan put his hands on the girls head and closed his eyes. Reluctantly, Ezra followed suit.

For a time, Ezra and Kanan's hands rested on the girls forehead. What the crew didn't see was the Master and his Padawan were using the force to wake the girl. Their efforts weren't wasted as the girl gasped, eyes wide and shockingly gray as she tried to sit up. Ezra drew back into the shadows while Kanan helped her sit up.

"Where am I?" She asked, terrified.

"You're okay," Kanan said calmly, "You just had a little jarring, with a little rest, and you'll be throwing yourself in front of ships again full time."

"Haha, who are you people?" she asked. She grimaced briefly, instantly replacing it with curiosity.

"I'm Hera," Hera interjected, "Sabine is the one in the pinkish armor, Zeb is the Lasat, Kanan is the guy in green, and the kid hiding in the shadows over there is-"

"-Ezra!" the girl shouted, sitting up almost by herself, "This is seriously where you have been this whole time? Did you think that maybe I was worried? Or thought that you were dead?"

"..Ezra," Hera finished softly.

Ezra silently lifted himself into the air vents, effectively distancing himself from the mysterious girl.

"It's very nice to meet you all. I'm Crystal, and I think that I'm more injured than I previously thought," Crystal said as her eyes rolled, blacking out. Kanan and the rest of the crew were too surprised to even try to catch her.