Smoke billowed up and filled the wreckage that was once a cockpit. Sparks shot off from severed wires and the space was filled with the dim flickers of a fire that had consumed the engines and was making its way towards the mangled nose of the ship. A figure lay on the floor, bits of rubble scattered on his prone form. One large chunk of metal sat directly on top of the man's left arm, trapping it beneath the crushing weight. The ship groaned and creaked as more bits and pieces fell apart and succumbed to the fire.

The figure stirred and attempted to rise, finding himself in the vice-like grip of the collapsed beam. His working hand scrambled to pry the metal off of his trapped arm, but the beam was too heavy and his hand too slick with blood. The man flinched as a chunk of the roof caved in a few feet away from his head. His blue eyes were wide with fear. He stilled himself, lifting his bloodied hand towards the beam preventing his escape. He concentrated and the beam shifted slightly. He winced and steeled his features, reaching out again with the Force. The metal shifted again, very slowly beginning to rise.

He almost had the beam high enough to slip his arm out when an overhead panel toppled down towards the man's grimy face. He panicked and threw out his free hand, pushing the object's trajectory away from his head with the Force. His focus on the debris he'd been so close to escaping from wavered. The beam crashed down once more onto the man's arm and he let out a cry of pain. He sucked in a trembling breath and screwed his eyes shut as he lay on the floor of the burning, collapsing ship that may soon be his end.

He reached for his lightsaber that had fallen off of his belt and rolled under the dashboard in the crash. Maybe he could cut himself free. The weapon flew into his grip and he ignited it, panting in pain and fear as he surveyed the chunk of debris that was trying so hard to be his doom. The fire was getting closer and the metal was becoming unbearably hot. He reached out with the saber, the tip wavering as his arm trembled. He slowly dug the saber into the metal near his arm. The metal hissed as it came in contact with his lightsaber. The man grunted in pain as molten bits dripped onto the sooty skin and fabric of his arm beneath it.

Metal shrieked as he heard another section of the ship completely collapse. He paused his cutting, taking a moment to lean back his head and assess how close the fire was. Turning back to his lightsaber as the flames licked the rubble mere inches from his head, his cutting became more frantic. Large globs of the melting metal plopped down onto his bicep as he bit back a scream. Another piece fell from the ceiling landing on his knee, startling him. The blood-slick saber slipped from his grip. He only just managed to flip the switch before it landed on the floor and rolled, bumping up against his aching ribs.

His head fell to the floor once more and he whimpered slightly as he stared up at the fractured ceiling. He felt stinging heat tickling nearer to his head and he really hoped his hair hadn't caught fire. He looked at the half-molten beam that was both burning and crushing his arm. His hope flickered as he surveyed the damage he'd done. Why did he ever think he could cut his way out? The beam was resting on such an angle that even if he managed to cut it away from his arm, it would collapse and trap him again.

He closed his eyes for a moment and took in another shaky breath. He grabbed his lightsaber again. Raising it up he looked at it. The grooves were red, filled with the blood from his hand. He studied the beam once more. Pain flared up against his skin. The fire was too close. He would burn alive if he did not escape.

The man steeled his expression and gathered what little of his strength remained. He ignited the lightsaber once more and held it parallel to the beam as close as he could. His hand trembled as he looked down at his trapped arm.

He closed his eyes.

And swept the lightsaber down.

Ahsoka gasped and sat up. Her heart was racing within her chest and she absently reached up and rested her hand over it. She had been asleep seconds ago and her dream was fading quickly. A chilling anxiety bloomed in her sternum as she tried to recall its events. There was nothing specific. She could not remember what happened but she still felt the panic the dream had caused and a vague feeling that someone very close to her was in peril.

Glancing worriedly at her surroundings, Ahsoka realized she had fallen asleep in the archives. The datapad on the table in front of her had long gone dark, but a simple touch lit up the screen once more. She attempted to dive back in and finish the report she was compiling for Anakin, but she was distracted. The togruta rubbed her face and sighed, her brow scrunching. The unsettling feeling had not dissipated. She needed to meditate and clear her mind.

Ahsoka found a quiet corner of the archives. She sat and closed her eyes, willing her racing thoughts to still and her heart to steady. She breathed deeply, reaching out in the Force. It caressed her softly in its own familiar way. Ahsoka smiled. She let the Force pulse within her, carrying her soul whichever way it chose. It tugged a little and she let herself follow. There was the same uneasy feeling from her dream. The togruta frowned, still she allowed the Force to guide her. Ahsoka gasped softly as she had an impression.

There was Fire

And Fear

She almost pulled back, but willed herself to allow the Force to show her more. There were bright red flashes of light. Blaster bolts. The jolt of a ship that had been struck. The gut-dropping sensation of gravity's pull. Determination. A collision with rock, dirt, and sparse foliage. Blue eyes fluttering open.

Fire.

Fire.

FIRE.

Ahsoka panicked and yanked herself from the grip of the Force. She was breathing hard, her eyes wide. She felt as though the phantom flames were still crawling up her arms. Curling into herself and hugging her arms, Ahsoka steadied her breathing. Something was obviously very very wrong. She furrowed her brow and stared at her hands.

Blue eyes…

Her breathing stuttered and she felt as though a fist were clenching her heart. Oh no. Oh no no no.

Master Kenobi.