Disclaimer: I am not Rick Riordan or George Lucas.
Enter Luke, Jaina, Corran, Akanah, and Ahsoka, on Vulpter.
All wander through a Vulptereen spaceport.
Enter Yavin, disguised as a homeless Vulptereen, sitting by a fire.
Yavin. You all need to get warmed up? Come on over.
All huddle around a fire.
Jaina. [shudders] Well, this is great.
Corran. My hooves are frozen.
Luke. Feet.
Ahsoka. Maybe we should contact the Praxeum. Yoda . . .
Akanah. No. They cannot help us anymore. We must finish this quest ourselves.
Luke gazes helplessly around the spaceport.
Luke. [aside] Somewhere, far in the Outer Rim, Mara is in danger. Dathomir is in chains. A cataclysmic monster is on the loose. And we are stuck on the Deep Core, sharing a homeless being's fire.
Yavin. You know, you're never completely without friends. You kids need a freighter going Rimward?
Luke. Yes, sir. You know of any?
Yavin indicates a docked AA-9 Coruscant freighter, the Jendirian Valley, a relic from the Clone Wars.
Jaina. That's . . . convenient. Thank you . . . er . . .
Exit Yavin, with the flames.