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The smell was the first thing that came back to her. It was the strong scent of smoke, a mixture of burning foliage and metal, and the unmistakable earthy aura of freshly turned soil. Her face was pressed up against said soil, her cheek resting on its rough, damp surface. The sounds of crackling fire and groaning parts slowly filtered in along with the soft sounds of singing birds off in the distance. It wasn't until she coughed that the dull pain which seemed to throb through her whole body made itself known. She coughed again and her arm throbbed this time.

Groaning, Ahsoka flopped limply onto her back and tried her best to blink her weary eyes open. An uncomfortable layer of gunk and grime made that task harder than usual, and it took her far too long to realize she was staring up at a blurry forest canopy. She tilted her head to the side, her tired gaze landing on the burning remains of their ship. Great. From her position on the ground, not much looked salvageable.

She lay there for a while. Could've been for minutes, hours, days, she honestly couldn't tell, before finally gaining the will to slowly push herself up and into a seated position. She shook her head in an attempt to clear it and figured it was a good sign when the action didn't send her tumbling back to the ground. Taking a deep breath through her nose, she stumbled to her feet and swayed for a moment. Once the wave of dizziness had passed and she was sure that she could stand, she looked down and finally took the time to assess herself.

Nothing seemed to be broken, her head throbbed, but not unbearably, and she didn't feel like passing out. All in all, even though she appeared to have been thrown from the ship, she was fine. Mostly fine. There was a rather concerning chunk of metal that was sticking out of her bicep. That needed to be taken care of.

She'd need something to bandage it and was relieved when her eyes landed on an old bag that lay a few feet ahead of her. It was full of screws and bolts, all of which she promptly dumped onto the ground. It was dirty and worn but it would have to do.

She ripped the strap from the bag and then dropped to the ground. Not giving herself much time to think, she reached up and pulled the shard from her arm. It hadn't gone too deep but was fairly long and bled sluggishly, though she figured it wouldn't need stitches. She wrapped the bag around it and used the strap to tie it tightly in place. She'd be fine and was honestly really lucky all things considered.

Now all she had to do was find Anakin, and hope he got off just as easy as she had.

"Ahsoka!" Anakin's panicked voice carried over the crackling flames. Perfect timing, and as far as she could tell he sounded fine. That was good.

"Anakin!" She called back. She could practically hear his sigh of relief from her position now nearly ten feet away from the ship.

"Where are you?"

"I'm... over here?" She didn't really know how to say where "here" was. The ship was unrecognizable and there was nothing near her to give her any sense of direction.

"I don't know where 'here' is," Well neither did she "you're gonna have to elaborate." His voice was closer now.

"I'm somewhere outside of the ship"

"You just left me in here?" She could now hear him shifting things out of the way as he made his way through the rubble.

"No, I woke up out here. Must've been flung from the ship."

"Are you ok?" The panic was back in his voice and on his face. He'd just breached through a rather dense cloud of smoke and was walking straight at her. He wasn't limping and she couldn't see any major amounts of blood, only the expected cuts and bruises. She could also feel him studying her, making sure she was ok, and she knew the exact moment his eyes fell on her arm.

"I'm fine." She said, hoping to avoid his fussing.

"That doesn't look fine." He was already reaching for her arm and she swiftly pulled it back.

"I told you, I'm fine. That means I'm fine" Anakin glared at her, clearly unhappy and wanting to look at the wound himself. "I took care of it, ok?" She pushed past him, careful to hide her wince of pain. "We need to figure out where we are." She said, trying to change the subject. Anakin didn't look convinced, but seemed to drop it.

"Kroywen." Now it was Ahsoka's turn to glare.

"I know that, but where on Kroywen? There's practically no information on this planet, we don't even know what species live here. We need to figure this stuff out."

"Ya, ya, ya, we will, but after I look at your arm."

"Seriously, Anakin, I said it was fine!" She started walking around the ship. "I'm going this way, you're going that way. We meet up on the other side." She left quickly, not giving her master any time to say no.

She trudged along the side of the ship not really paying much attention to anything. The smoke made it hard to see and breathe, and though she would never admit it to Anakin, her arm really hurt. She was so lost in thought and pain that she didn't hear the soft footsteps approaching. Suddenly her lightsabers were pulled from her waist and... a flying metal man? That's what it looked like. A flying metal man with a glowing outstretched hand hovered down towards the ground in front of her.

"Now what do we have here?"