Jiri climbed the rocks leading to where the smoke was coming from. It was leading him into a valley well known by the locals as an area of animal attacks. Jiri hoped that the wild rippers were all sleeping at the moment. From his vantage point he peered down into the valley and could see a crashed ship. It was small and it looked like it had been hit hard, the engine was totally shot to pieces, Jiri was amazed the hull was actually intact, the smoke was thick and pouring out of the tiny craft. Based on engine damage Jiri could see, it was likely that whoever was inside had no control over the craft prior to impact.
Jiri approached, not sure if he would find any survivors, but he kept his weapon ready, partially out of fear of the rippers, and partially out of caution for whoever might be inside the craft. He leaned down and peered through the windshield. He saw a man inside, a man who wasn't moving. 'It's alright buddy, I'm coming in for you', although Jiri couldn't tell if he was alive or not, he was half talking to himself. Jiri rummaged through his rucksack before pulling out a small hand held tool. Pushing a button on the tool, a short blue later stream emanated from the device, which Jiri used to cut the hatch of the craft. A few minutes of cutting later, and the hatch was open, revealing it's occupant. He was wearing a form fitting black outfit, he looked quite tell, he had long blonde hair and… he had a lightsaber. Jiri was shocked, he had never seen one in real life before, only in pictures and in stories. This guy couldn't possibly be a Jedi though, they were all dead, just like the sith. But then again, how else would this guy have been able to get a hold of such a weapon?
Blackness. Tyken was slowly coming into consciousness. He he took in his surroundings, they were in a room, light creeping slightly through cracks in the ceilings and walls, shadows were cast everywhere. Tyken had a massive headache, he was hurting all over, evidently the landing took a lot out of him, his force powers had been enough to allow him to survive the landing. His force powers… Tyken realised that he felt… strange… weak. He felt none of the overwhelming power he had felt during his escape from… wait, someone was in the room with him. A darkened corner, there was someone there. The figure didn't move. Tyken instinctively reached for his lightsaber. It was gone. 'Hey, welcome to the land of the living' the figure said. 'I've taken your weapon, I'm sure you understand, besides it's the first time I've ever seen a lightsaber in real life'. The figure drew the lightsaber, the blue light from the blade illuminating his face. Tyken could see he was quite young, 19 perhaps 20. He also had an impressive rifle slung over his shoulder. The figure continued 'It's not everyday we get dude's falling from the sky with lightsabers around here. So who are you?'. Tyken wasn't sure what to say, so he didn't say anything. 'Well? You can speak right?'. This time Tyken answered 'Yes'. 'Okay good, let's put that into practice then, one more time, who are you?'. 'I… I don't know' Tyken's face dropped as he spoke.
Jiri narrowed his brow 'You… don't know? Your not getting philosophical on me are you? Like, 'none of us really know ourselves' kind of thing right? You actually don't know who you are?'. 'That's correct' confirmed Tyken. Jiri was slightly confused at this, 'oookay then, where did you come from?'. 'I don't know'. 'You don't know where you come from? Do you know anything? I found you in a ship, do you know that?'. Tyken paused, then answered, 'I escaped. They were… doing things to me…'. Jiri retorted 'They? Escaped?' Jiri stared at Tyken a moment 'you know this is all really vague right?'. Jiri looked on expectantly at Tyken, who looked up and replied, 'a space station above this planet, they were… I don't know what they were doing… '. His face dropped again. Jiri sheathed the lightsaber and stood up 'Your from station Omega?' Tyken responded 'I told you I don't know'. Jiri holstered his rifle 'There's a few space stations around this planet, but station Omega is the biggest, and no one knows what goes on there, it's all very hush hush. It's something of a myth down here, a lot of ghost stories and stuff about the place'. Tyken remained silent, he could offer no more information.
'So what's your deal then?' Jiri continued. 'You fall out of the sky, your craft is shot to pieces, you survive when you should have died, you carry a lightsaber, and you don't know anything about yourself?', he leaned forward, 'I know i'm young, but I'm not stupid. Why was your ship shot down?'. Tyken paused before answering 'I was told I was valuable, they were doing things to me, painful things… look, I escaped people who were hurting me, it's that simple. Outside of that, I don't know anything about myself'. Jiri looked at Tyken's face, trying to detect a lie, He didn't see any. Jiri asked, Finally he said 'Okay, I don't believe you are dangerous, well at least I don't think you will kill me. Your lightsaber is yours again'.
Jiri placed the lightsaber into Tyken's hand. Tyken hesitated for the correct response before uttering, 'Thank you'. 'Hey, no problem dude' said Jiri as he slapped Tyken's back. Tyken shouted in pain, hunching over and grabbing his shoulder with his other hand. 'Oh sorry man, here, I'll help you with that'. Jiri reached back into his backpack and pulled out a medical scanner and bandages. Scanning the shoulder, he then injected Jiri with something and put his arm in a sling. 'There you go, looks like you broke your shoulder and arm, I've given you something to heal it up, but it will take some time, at least four hours for the bones to connect up and heal well enough for you to use the arm again'. Tyken looked at Jiri angrily 'I need that arm, they will come for me'. Jiri looked at Tyken perplexed, 'look, I still don't know who they are, but from the sounds of it you will need help', a cheeky grin crossed his face 'and luckily for you, I am here!'. Tyken looked at the youth, Tyken didn't want to put his saviour in danger… But Tyken was exhausted, and wounded. He looked down at his now unusable arm and realised that his saviour was right, Tyken needed his help. 'This isn't ideal, but very well, your assistance is most appreciated', 'yeah your welcome'. Tyken put his lightsaber into his belt, and followed Jiri to the door out of the abandoned hut. Jiri asked, 'You at least got a name I can call you?'. '…Tyken'. Jiri smiled 'I'm Jiri, good to meet you dude, now let's get moving'.