Jedova navigated onward, knowing that the remainder of his strength was vanishing now that the frenzy of the escape was gone. The Force was strong in him, but it was not strong enough to keep him going for long after such exertion. He had to land somewhere soon.

When he noticed that Hopeakuu was sending starfighters after him, he added more power to the engine and started to zigzag amongst the gunfire as well as he could with just one engine and gradually weakening concentration. He saw the comm. units, but they were too far away for him to be able to use them. The autopilot function was utterly useless. He had to fare all alone without calling for backup.

Suddenly, fighters of Hopeakuu appeared in front of him, and the Jedi Master raised his ship up, avoiding the collision narrowly. The ship sped forth, and Jedova could not do anything else than wish that he could somehow get somewhere where he could contact the Jedi Temple or even Degu... Or anyone who could help him in the first place.

Knowing that he could not make long hyperspace jumps, Jedova took a short jump to get away from the ships.

After travelling for some time with the starfighters seemingly appearing every single time he got out of the hyperspace, Jedova's route met a planet on which he could land on. Suddenly, another starfighter arrived from the hyperspace again and shot at the Jedi's ship and left immediately after informing their boss about the incident. "The Jedi Master didn't survive."

Jedova realized late that he was going to make an emergency landing which would be fatal if he stayed in the cockpit. Accepting his possible death, he went to the back of the ship and prepared himself for his fate, whatever it would be. Maybe this time he would actually join the Force. Maybe this was the last one of his misfortunes, the final act of his life, the act in which everything ended for him, but the story of the galaxy would continue – without him.

The hit on the ship and the explosion after it lighted the sky. The people of Lianoros pointed at the falling ship.
"Let's go to see what will happen," Seer Ni'Dea said. Arya felt something elusive, something that made her ask, "Can I come with you?"
"Too dangerous, Arya," she was answered to.
"I'll stay away from the fire and out of the way!" Arya assured.
"Well come then," said Arak, the oldest of her brothers. He had a feeling that this was important. "But stay safe, do you hear me?"

Arya, alongside her brother, climbed on a Breko, one of the still living ones of an old Veledosian species their folk had used as mounts for long as they had been able to tame them. The group of Lianorosians, the Tribe Seer in front, headed to the place Ni'Dea had observed to be the crash site.

The flaming ship crashed on the ground and burst into two from the middle.
"Hurry up!" the Seer shouted and started to voice the words to call the rain with a few other Lianorosians. Arya looked at the burning ship, horrified, seeing rainclouds accumulating over the ship. The group stopped and dismounted at a suitable distance and they continued on foot. Arya stayed at the back with Arak.

Everyone else than the girl started to use the rainwater to extinguish the fire. Arak rushed closer to the flames to help others when he was sure that neither the Brekos nor Arya would go anywhere. Arya stayed still and heard once again words she had heard at her mother's cremation. Those words were hissing, completely different from the language of Water. And yet she could understand those words perfectly. As perfectly as the language of Water, at the very least.

This time the words were saying, Save the human! He's burning! It's not his time! He is not supposed to burn alive! It's not his fate!
Where is he?
Arya asked in that same language, not knowing the words, whispering them out.
The side nearer to you, the rear. Girl, save him! came the answer.

Arya looked where the voice had told to but saw no one there. She ran closer, then saw a man who had barely crawled out of the ship. The man wailed as the flames burned him alive slowly. Arya raised her hand and started to repeat the words she somehow knew, "Shi, shuka rho." Fire, leave him.

Fire retreated from around the man and he lifted his head, noticing Arya. The girl fell silent, knelt next to him and asked in Basic, "Are you hurt badly?"
"Quite badly," the man answered with a weak voice.
"Anyone else in the ship?" Arya asked.
"No... Just... me..." the man answered and sank closer to unconsciousness. Arya realized this, turned towards her fellow tribespeople and shouted in Veledosian, "Somebody come here and help! He needs help!"

Arya's shout reached the ears of the Lianorosians, and the Seer ran there, leaving others to extinguish fire.
"He told that there's no one else in the ship. He has gotten serious burns, he needs help!" Arya explained.
"Did he tell his name?" Seer asked.
"No," Arya answered.
"All right. Guroko and Opaku, you bring the man to our village so that I can tend to his injuries. Arya, with me. The rest of you, put down the fire and make sure it stays down," Seer instructed.
"Roger that!" Guroko and Opaku said and they lifted the now unconscious man. Once they got back to the Brekos, they put him on the back of one that could carry him. When the twins were sure that the injured man would not fall, they returned to the village with the Seer and Arya.
Go, save. Let him continue his life. His time is yet to come! said that same voice, now asphyxiated.

Arya looked behind once more, watching how fire died down. Puzzled by what had happened, she could not help but wonder if she had a connection to Fire.

/Author's note: Star Wars (c) Lucasfilm, any characters you cannot find on Wookieepedia, Veledos, Veledosians and their language (c) Me/