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Galactic date: 13 December, 2 BBY

Location: Korriban

Ezra and Sabine were knocked out flat by the crash. The Phantom was smoking, and sparks were popping out from its wires and components. Ezra blinked, looking startled and confused-like. The last thing he could remember was the Phantom touching down, and a lot of banging and rolling.

He got up fast and looked outside. The night was falling and the sun was only minutes from vanishing from the horizon. He's heard plenty of myths of Korriban in his childhood about undead creatures and flesh-hungry beasts lurking in the wild, and he did not want to be part of it.

Sabine got to her senses and sat on the floor. She groaned out loud and held her head with her hands. She blinked for a few seconds to get back into action before losing any more precious time to examine the ship. She pressed on the sides of the cabin to keep herself from collapsing and strutted outside. She saw Ezra staring at the interiors of the Phantom, looking frustrated.

"How bad is it?" She asked with whatever energy was left inside her. Every inch of her body was at a critical state. "Long-range communications are completely out of action, and so are the engines. Not even the front guns are working properly." Replied Ezra. The sun just went down another inch, and the two were worried as hell. The night of Korriban was known of being spooky, with monsters ready to have you for dinner.

"Auto-turret is still up though." Ezra continued. Sabine dragged out a container filled with spare parts and tools. "We got the parts for repairing the engines, but we won't be talking to anyone soon." Sabine sighed. "We'll only have time to install a new power cell before we have to settle in. Unless we work overnight and risk getting eaten or frozen." Ezra said. He caught the power cell Sabine tossed at him, and plugged it into the engine.

Minutes later, the sky went completely dark, but Ezra was not about to leave himself and Sabine stuck on the surface. "Get some rest. I'll finish the rest." Said Ezra. He could already hear something creeping around in the distance, and it was signalling that he had to double time.

But Sabine couldn't bear watching her boyfriend working outside while trying to keep himself from freezing to death. She pulled out a wrench and started working on the engines. "I'll stay with you." Said Sabine.

Ezra eventually decided to try another jedi trick. He sat down on the sand and pictured the Phantom's engine structure in his mind. Soon, parts started flowing in midair, and were well placed in the engine one by one.

A shadow ran past Ezra from behind. He turned his head and saw nothing, but he could definitely tell something was creeping around nearby. He patted on Sabine's shoulder. "We got company."

They drew out their Sabres and ignited them. Another shadow appeared in front of them. And that's when it hit Ezra: where they crashed was only one or two clicks away from the Valley of the Dark Lords, and he remembered what the old master Maul once told him about the undead guarding the tombs. And all of a sudden they found themselves surrounded by hordes of hungry Rakghouls.

A Rakghoul leaped towards them, and was cut in half by Ezra's crossguard lightsaber. He launched a force repulse and sent his predators flying in all directions. "Get inside!" He and Sabine got inside and closed the hatch just before a Rakghoul rammed into the door. Ezra launched another force push and repelled the Rakghouls outside.

Sabine ran to the cockpit and powered up the ship, but instead of hearing the humming sound of the engines, the ship shuddered and went dead. "Damn! You sure you put everything in the right place?" Ezra was growing desperate at the back, ther was already a dent in the door and the ship was still on the ground.

He repelled the creatures again and activated the turret with his built-in datapad on his right arm. Most of the Rakghouls got shot immediately, but a few managed to avoid the deadly laser and tried to punch holes from the side. "Let me try it." Ezra hit the throttle hard. The engines roared, burning down a Rakghoul.

The Phantom soon got airborne. Ezra plopped down on the co-pilot seat and accelerated the ship. Sabine checked the fuel reading and noticed there was only one red bar left. "It won't be enough fuel to get us back to the fleet. We might have to pay a visit to Concordia to get some fuel." Said the demo expert. She pushed the hyperdrive lever and the Phantom disappeared from the star destroyer's radar.

"It's gonna take us a while to get to Concordia." Said Sabine. "Better get some rest. The ship will call us half an hour before final approach." Ezra pulled out the folding seats to pass the night. Sabine lay down on the unfolded chairs. Her body was shivering, the Phantom was always cold, and it almost felt like the secret rebel base on Hoth.

"Damn. I can feel the temperature even inside my suit." Ezra emptied his pistol holsters and stuffed his hands inside. He lay down in the passenger cabin with his teeth chattering slightly. His temperature gauge just went past zero, and they still got a whole night to pass in the wild space.

"Well, I do know a way to keep ourselves from freezing to death." Sabine lay herself next to Ezra and wrapped her arms around him, which he eagerly accepted. Their relationship has developed steadily over the past two years, and sleeping with each other was no sweat to them.

Ezra embraced her back and kissed her gently. Sabine's grip tightened on him and kissed him back, and the two eventually managed to find their moment where they're alone, with no one else to disturb them.

Despite being in the worst condition a pilot could be, Ezra could feel a tremendous warmth flooding his soul. He couldn't even remember when was the last time he got to spend his time with Sabine alone. He decided just to forget their troubles for now and get the sleep they desperately needed.

A few hours earlier...

A Corellian VCX jumped out of hyperspace outside Kadavo's atmosphere. The crew, Kanan, Zeb, and Ahsoka were all gathered in the weapon booth to gear up for the assassination mission, since Ezra was nowhere to be found on Korriban and the slaves were counting on them. The King of the Zygerria Empire, Darts D'nar, is paying a visit on one of his prized factories, and the crew tracked him here to pick him off the menu.

"Thirty seconds till insertion." Said Hera from the broadcast. The Ghost entered Kadavo's atmosphere and Hera lowered the rear ramp. "D'nar's ship is scheduled to arrive fifteen minutes from now. You'll only have a short time to get to the landing pad and take out his ship. Make sure you nail it off or we'll have to call in half of Phoenix Squadron to get us out."

The crew walked towards the edge of the ramp. The breeze from midair collided with their faces. The view from above was spectacular, if only it wasn't crawling with slave traders. Hera signalled the all clear from the cockpit. The ground team sprinted towards the edge, all ready for an adrenaline rush.

"Good luck. Have fun down there."