Yay, summer! No more school! Phew, finally... The bad thing is that it's cold and the rain is pouring down. Finland isn't the warmest country, but in June it should at least be 20 degrees...

Well, let's just skip my whining and go on with chapter 4:

At the point he reached Tyles-Nu his hands were trembling so badly it was hard to control the ship. His sweaty fingers slipped over the controls as he fumbled with the many buttons. He wanted nothing else than to close his eyes and get some rest.

But as soon as he laid his eyes on the planet's surface he knew it wouldn't be that simple.

It was, much like Mustafar, burning. Not the natural lava on Mustafar, but fires destroying the homes and cities. The large flames hungrily licked the walls of a palace, and he didn't need to land the ship to hear the people's agony.

The light aura that had been with him as long as he knew ripped and cringed at the pain around him. It literally cried in horror and protest.

Knowing he needed medical treatment but being unable to land safely anywhere close made his mind race. Getting a closer look he could see an army of men in white armours marching past the burning houses, blasters shooting wildly. It did not matter if there was woman, man or child in their way.

Sitting in the cockpit doing nothing woke an icy fire in his chest. Ignoring the warning from the strange force in his mind he changed course of the starfighter. Drawing the light closer to himself he steered down towards the merciless soldiers who were currently shooting down a group of humans.

Gritting his teeth he pressed down the controls…

And fired.

It was enough for the startled troopers to lift their heads and a few staring at those soldiers who died of the shot. But now he found himself in a troubling position. Hundreds of blasters were now pointed directly towards him.

Oh wonderful… With a grimace he pulled the ship up with a sharp jolt causing his stomach to roll.

"Flying is for", he started as he twisted away from a blaster bolt. "droids." He didn't know where that came from, but somehow it felt right to say it.

The blasters couldn't possible reach as far as he flied, so he allowed himself to relax slightly.

Bad idea.

Of course they sent starfighters after him now. Mouth set in a stern line and cold eyes may have fooled anyone, but not himself. He was quick to learn that he hated flying. Every jolt and twist made his head spin and his face losing colour.

Three starfighters were currently chasing after him, and he knew it was only a matter of time before they hit him.

He closed his eyes briefly and reached after the light aura again. It whispered calmly to him and a bit more urgently poked on him. Out of reflex he turned his eyes towards the smaller, dirty buildings laying away from the battle; poor but safe.

And for while he let the light flood through him, control his actions and he became one with it.

A large explosion back on ground caught his eyes. His focus slipped for less than a second, but it was enough.

His right wing was roughly hit, causing the whole ship to crumble. The wing was barely connected to the ship anymore and he knew it wouldn't hold. The ship jolted again, but downwards.

Suddenly nothing in the world could give him control over the starfighter anymore. It spinned in a wild spiral down, and he felt a cold stab of panic. He had somehow managed to survive a lava planet, flying from one planet to another with his injuries, lost his memories, so blast it all.

He wasn't interested in dying yet. He closed his eyes and forced away all hid feelings before drawing the light close. His hands moved and grabbed a hold of the controls again before pulling.

If he would crash, it would do no good if he simply crashed straight down. The starfighter was almost horizontal when he neared the ground.

Only seconds left…

He was thrown forward and the breath knocked from his lungs with a gasp. The ship screamed in protest as the metal scraped against the ground. It was too much speed. The starfighter rolled uncontrollable before after what felt like hours it stopped.

For a moment he could do nothing more than hanging limply in the pilot-seat. He didn't know for how long he stayed there, but he realized he had to move. Some of the troopers would probably look for survivors.

So with a moan he dragged himself away from the damaged ship and took in his surroundings.

He appeared to be in an abandoned town. The dark windows stared down at him, screaming out their hollowness.

He stumbled into the shadows and limped over the streets. Time to time he thought he glimpsed pale faces in some of the windows, but they were gone after he blinked.

When he finally couldn't walk anymore he leaned on a wall with closed eyes. His breaths came in sharp, rasping gasps and the injuries burned. He slid down and let his head rest on his chest.

He heard a door open and footsteps coming closer.

"My dear, you can't possible stay out here any longer", a voice told him and a person crouched down beside him. He lifted his head and looked at an elderly woman gazing at him with kind, worried eyes.

"Step away, Tolly", another voice growled. A middle aged man stood before them, blaster held in a visible warning.

"Seka…" the old woman sighed.

"We don't take any chances", Seka interrupted sharply.

Tolly stood up and took a small step away from him.

"What's your name?" Seka growled and pointed his blaster towards him.

I would like to know that myself… Instead of answering that he looked around, spotting flayed posters on the walls.

"Ben", he said quickly, reading it from the nearest poster. "Ben Qesaki." There. I just named myself.

"Are you helping the Empire?" the same man snarled.

Ben, as he now was called, helplessly shook his head.

"Seka, stop", Tolly said firmly. "You can see the shape he is in; there is no use to question an almost unconscious man. Besides, you saw the starfighter shot down by the troopers. We're supposed to help", she added softly.

Seka's mouth thinned as he nodded and lowered his blaster. "Very well then. Stand up."

Ben used the wall as support as he fought his way up again. He swayed dangerously and Tolly discretely slipped forward to steady him.

"Come in then", Seka muttered and swept past them without as much as looking at him.

"Don't mind him", Tolly said warmly. "He's just very upset- all of us are, in fact. But come now, my friend. It appears as you escaped the fire just before it took you."

Ben nodded wordlessly and followed her in.

"Pardon me, but where…"

"Hush, save your energy. As for your question, we have a hospital for the survivors here. We try to save as many as we can." Her eyes darkened and he felt an urge to apologize. "Now, please lay down. It's a miracle you've managed to walk this far with these injuries…"

What did you excpect? Obi-wan to land on a peaceful planet and have a nice vacation? Nope, that's my job. Obi simply has to run into trouble. Who would want to read a harmless fanfiction rated K+? Thought so...

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