[Imperial Dreadnought The Javelin]
A series of explosions went of and the whole ship lurched. The force of the dreadnoughts violent nose dive tossed them like rags into the holo console and then out in the passageway. For a moment they were in a weightless state as the ship plummeted. Below them the corridor formed an endless pit. Debris floated around them. Jol seemed to have had the wind knocked out of her as she had crashed into the holo panel with Zeniths whole weight behind her. Gasping for air and trying to get her bearings. Without a hesitation he flung his arms around her, shielding her body as best he could with his as gravity set in. They fell. His right shoulder took most of the initial impact. They tumbled across the tilting floor until finally crashing into a wall.

He must have blacked out. He saw a blurry figure stand up next to him and then disappear from view. The pain was sickening. It felt like his whole body been crushed. If she had made it was worth it. Practical as she was she would not hesitate to leave him behind if staying would get them both killed. He took comfort in that as he closed his eyes.

A sharp pain in his left leg chocked him awake. With a muffled growl he stared wildly around himself to see what had caused this. Cool, soft hands grabbed his face. Yellow calm eyes searched for his.

"I'm sorry but this is going to hurt."

"W-what are you doing." He mumbled "You need to get of the ship! Leave me!"

She ignored his protest. Placed her hands on his left thigh. He didn't realize the excruciating pain until he noticed a large metal piece sticking right through it. Cold sweat and nausea bubbled up.

"Don't.. I'm not going anywhere, Jol, please.." Another explosion shook the floor and she threw up her arm above them brandishing an invisible shield. A pale yellow bubble capsuled them in a protective field. He felt his consciousness drifting again.

Another sharp pain made him come to. He was groggy covered in cold sweat. Glancing down he saw the large piece of metal was gone. Jol held her hands on his leg and a pale glow spread from her palms. The pain escalated and he slammed his head back into the floor panting furiously. His body involuntary convulsing trying to get away from itself. She calmly held him down with unnatural strength. Suddenly the pain stopped. His leg felt numb almost like it wasn't there. Shaking he dragged himself up in a half sitting position, his leg was still there. Jol looked drained and ragged and brutally grabbed his arm and pulled him up on his feet.

"You can run for now. Lets make the most of it!" He wanted to yell at her but it had to wait. If anything he would not make this be all in vain. All his focus went into not leaning to heavy on Jol and steering his wobbly leg and aching body towards the hangar. She still held up the shield around them but it was fading.

The hangar was not as far away as he thought. They must have fallen a good part of the way. His leg started to prickled as they stumbled through the airlock. The last thing he heard was the docking clamps unhooking their vessel from the dying dreadnought before falling into complete darkness.

[The Defender]
He woke up blinking in the bright light. Too bright. He closed his eyes again. The pain was there but bearable. His body felt numb and tingly at the same time. He knew this feeling. Once before he had to spend some time in a kolto tank. They must have recently taken him out. He carefully tried his muscles in every limb to make sure it was all there. His hand happened on something soft. He slowly craned his head and couldn't help smiling. At his bedside was the Jedi, asleep. Resting her head on her arm and her other hand on his. He sank back on his pillow careful not to wake her. He wanted it to stay like this for as long as possible.

His stirring had already woken her up. Jol blinked a few times as if she could not recall where she was but quickly found herself. She got on her feet and leaned over him meeting his eyes.

"Hey." He croaked. She didn't answer. A shade of worry hung over her as she searched his eyes before she went back to her usual mysterious Jedi expression. Her hand traced the tattoos on his forehead. She seemed to be lost in thought or searching for words. Maybe he had not managed to say anything? Maybe he was not really awake? With her so close he stifled an impulse to kiss her. The urge surprised him. He knew he felt very strongly about her but never thought of it that way.

She never actually said anything. Gently stroked his forehead, looking into his eyes until he drifted off to sleep again.