Obi-Wan let his arm slip from Satine's shoulder after he limped out of the mine, rotating his arm with a grimace as he did so. He took another step away from the duchess and regretted it instantly as a sharp pain shot through his foot, making him stumble.

Biting his tongue, he quickly managed to catch himself on one of the speeder bikes in front of him. Something was definitely wrong with his ankle. If it was broken or not, he could not tell, only that the joint was swelling – fast. Inwardly he chided himself for his clumsiness. When he had jumped down the shaft with Satine in his arms, his only thought had been to get them away from the incoming missiles.

At least Satine was alright. Obi-Wan forced a smile on his face and turned back to her, gladly noticing that she hadn't seen him stumble.

"I suppose we are even now…," Satine had already started talking, now also turning to face him again.

He shifted on his feet, trying to take some pressure of the hurting limb. "How so?", he asked nonchalantly, even though he was only halfway paying attention.

The duchess shot him an incredulous look. "I saved your life, you saved mine…"

"Yes, well…," Obi-Wan huffed a laugh, "Mine was the more daring of the two rescues."

Satine's blue eyes flashed dangerously. "You would be dead now, if I hadn't arrived in time," she snarled.

He could still hear the noise of the machine in his head, about to crush him with its sharpened thongs. Apologetic he held up his hands. "I was only joking, dear… I'm sorry."

The blonde only shook her head and climbed up on her speeder bike. "Let's get back to the ship," she suggested coolly, "They might catch up with us any time."

Before Obi-Wan could say anything, she powered on the bike and drove off, leaving him behind.

A strange feeling settling in his gut, he watched her getting away from him. She was angry. For days now they had been dancing around each other, throwing sharp remarks and sometimes hurtful words at each other.

If he was being honest with himself, it was hurting him. He didn't want to argue with Satine. He had come to help her, not make things worse for her.

Even though this seems to be the only thing I am good at.

His thoughts still spiraling, he dragged himself onto his own speeder bike, ignoring how his arm protested as he grabbed the steering bar. He let his hurt foot hang of the side of the bike, in favor of putting it on the foot rest. By now he was certain that it was broken. The pain had intensified strongly in the last few minutes and it was becoming harder to bear it.

He kicked in the gears and began following Satine, before he could dwell on it any longer. Soon he reached the ship, her bike already parked in the small cargo bay. Obi-Wan slowly moved his bike next to hers, before he began the strenous process of decending from it.

His vision whitened out for a second as he stood up and he let out a wheezing noise in response, clamping a hand over his mouth to muffle it. Thankfully Satine had already moved to the cockpit, busying herself with getting the ship ready for take-off judging by the noise of it.

With a wave of his hand, Obi-Wan used the Force to close the ship's ramp. Taking a deep breath, he then hobbled over to the door separating him from his impeding doom.

He tried straightening up as much as he could and wrapped the Force around his foot, hoping to at least get to his seat without Satine noticing. He didn't want to bother her more than necessary.

He was more than capable to deal with his injuries himself.

The door opened with a hiss and he quickly waltzed in, making a bee-line for the pilot's chair. He suppressed a relieving sigh as he sat down, his eyes settling on the control panel in front of him.

"What took you so long?", asked Satine, ripping him out of his thoughts.

The lie came way too easy.

"My speeder bike wouldn't turn on," the words slipped from his tongue, "A cable came loose."

The duchess hummed, watching him with keen eyes. "Are you alright?", she suddenly asked.

He turned his gaze to her, finding genuine concern glistening in these bright blue eyes that kept haunting him from the day they had met.

Blinking, he realised that he still had not asnwered. "Yes, I'm fine…," he replied quickly, "… a bit bumped up but nothing that shouldn't heal on its own."

Her eyebrows shot up as she heard his words but he didn't let her get a word in. "What about you? Everything okay?"

"I'm uninjured," she breathed, "… you took the brunt of the fall."

Obi-Wan looked away again, finding her gaze burning. "We should leave," he simply said, starting the ship.

The freighter rumbled under their feet as they finally took off, the ships front lights casting dark shadows on Concordia's rocky surface.

Silence settled heavily between them, their experience lingering between them like the bantha in the room no one dared to talk about.

They were about to leave the atmosphere when their scanners suddenly blared up.

"Blast," Obi-Wan cursed under his breath as he saw the five red dots that had popped up on the radar, "We have company!"

He yanked the ship around sharply, evading the first round of missiles that were fired off.

There was no way that they could outrun Death Watch's fighters with their ship. "Satine, I need you to man the guns," he forced out, solely focusing on not getting hit.

"What? I won't …."

"Satine, please!," he bellowed again, as one missile hit the hull of their ship, throwing both of them forward. Gritting his teeth, he spun the ship around in a desperate attempt to shake of their persuers.

As Satine still made no move, Obi-Wan begrudingly took matters into his own hands, frantically pushing the buttons to get control of the guns. His distraction earned them another two hits, breaching their wings.

A new barrage of alarms set off, notifying them that the ship was slowly falling apart. Obi-Wan slammed one of his fists dowm on a button, silencing them all.

Their ship creaked loudly as something detached itself from the hull. For a second Obi-Wan hoped that the part had been not that important but quickly ditched that thought as an explosion rocked their ship. Sparks flew up into their faces as the controls short-circuted.

Now they were sent spinning.

Next to him Satine screeched in fear as their ship tipped down, barreling towards the cliffs.

"Brace yourself!", Obi-Wan yelled, not able to keep the panic from his own voice. In a last ditch attempt he yanked on the control again, trying to pull the nose up. It was to no avail.

The rocky surface zoomed in onto their viewport and all Obi-Wan could do was to pull on the Force, praying that they would survive this.

When the impact came, he was barely aware of the fire licking at his skin, smoke filling his lungs and the ship caving in around him as he was ripped from his seat, sending him into oblivion.

Satine awoke to the burning smell of fuel. Gasping, she snapped her eyes open – only to be met with darkness. It took her brain a moment to catch up.

They had crashed.

Blindly fingering for her seat belt until she found the release. A cough wrecked her frame as she unsteadily got up, bracing herself on the back of the seat. Slowly her eyes adjusted to her surroundings.

Their ship had been ripped apart.

The only part which had miraculously mostly survived the crash was the side where she had been sitting. The rest was just – gone.

Panic flared up inside her as it dawned on her what – or rather who – was also missing.

"Obi-Wan!," she called frantically, making her way through the wreckage. Satine stumbled over a piece of metal that had lodged itself into the floor, catching herself on her arms before she could hit her head. The air was getting thicker towards the back of the ship and it was getting harder to breathe.

Trembling, she pushed herself upright again, continuing her search. Satine kept calling for him but never received a response.

Fear gripped her heart.

He can't be dead. Hecan'tbedead.

She finally climbed out of the hole that had been ripped into the ship. The ship had been wedged inside a canyon, the sharp stones ripping open the hull with no effort.

Cursing silently as she clambered out onto a small ledge, she pressed herself against the stones. Below her was a black abyss, swallowing the little light the moon had to offer.

As she slowly shimmed closer to the edge, she already knew where she would find Obi-Wan.

Satine was no climber.

But she also knew that she was his only chance – if he had survived at all.

She swallowed around the lump in her throat, thinking about what to do.

Supplies. She needed everything she could get from the ship, fearing that she might not be able to make it back up the stone wall.

Fighting her anxiety, she got back on her feet and climbed back into the still burning ship, holding her arm in front of her face to keep the smoke at bay. The heat still prickled at her skin and the fumes burned her eyes, but she kept going. The ship groaned suddenly as she made a step forward, tilting dangerously to the side.

Satine froze instantly, praying that the ship was not about to fall deeper into the canyon. Luckily the ship stopped moving again shortly thereafter and she dared to breathe again. Illuminated by a small fire spreading in the back of the ship, she spotted their small medkit.

It wasn't made to treat serious injuries. But it was all they had.

Determined she made a grab for the pack, clutching it closely to her ship. The hairs on her neck stood up, as the ship made another squelching noise.

She needed to get out of here.

Satine was about to turn back when she remembered that there had been a small survival bag tucked away in the cockpit – just for emergencies.

Concordia's environment wasn't exactly life-threatening but it wasn't exactly accommodating either. It was a moon after all.

Her feet dragged her back to the destroyed cockpit, hoping to find the pack. Her eyes scanned the room first finding nothing, until something caught her eye.

"There," she mumbled to herself, hurrying over to a metal plate that had fallen on something made of fabric. She clasped her fingers around it, but had to pull them away just as quick with a hiss.

It was smoldering hot. Cursing, she quickly shrugged out her tunic to pull the piece away, revealing the survival bag. Donning her tunic again, she pulled in a sharp breath as the first burns on her hands made itself known.

But there was no time to waste. The ship began to move again - and it didn't seem to stop.

Satine grabbed the bag and the medkit and ran.

She jumped out of the ship onto the ledge just as the ship tilted completely behind her and began to fall.

With horror she watched the ship disappear into the dark, before a huge fire ball illuminated her field of view as the ship crashed onto the bottom of the pit.

Her only hope was that Obi-Wan hadn't been down there.

The thought filled her with dread and she found herself calling his name again. Her only response was the echo bouncing of the stone walls.

Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes but she didn't allow them to fall.

Her hands reached for the survival pack, opening it with trembling fingers.

There must be something that could help her.

Inside were a few cans of food, a head lamp she quickly put on, two small sleeping bags, supplies to make a fire – and a thermo scanner.

"Thank the maker," Satine blurted out, grabbing the device and tried to turn it on.

It was made to be used for hunting but now it served her well to locate Obi-Wan.

The small screen first showed her only the wreckage as a heat source before it picked up on another small form somewhere to the left of it.

It has to be him.

Satine tugged the device away and used the head lamp to illuminate the area where the signal had come from. There was a small crevice there, but fairly large enough for a human to slip through. A few parts of the ship had lodged themselves over it, blocking her view from the inside of it.

Not wasting more time she put the medkit into the bag and shouldered the whole thing, before starting her descent. The rocks where slippery and she threatened to loose her grip multiple times but by sheer will she held on. By the time she reached the bottom, her hands were bleeding.

She paid it no mind as she hurried over to the rock formation where she suspected Obi-Wan.

Satine pressed herself flat against the stone, trying to peak underneath one of the metal parts that blocked the entrance. It was almost impossible to see anything.

"Obi-Wan?", she called again, getting more desperate by the second.

First she didn't hear anything until a small noise reached her ears.

" 'tine?", a weak voice croaked from somewhere below her.

It was all she needed to hear. Sobbing in relief, she somehow managed to twist her upper body underneath the scrap metal, succeeding in lighting up a major part of the crevice. It went way deeper than she expected.

And she still could not see Obi-Wan.

"Obi-Wan! Where are you?"

A movement caught her eye and she saw how a bloodied hand started to emerge from in between the rocks. Satine leaned further down, gently grasping it. The fingers squeezed back weakly.

"Where are you hurt?", she queried, holding on to the trembling hand.

It was no question if he was hurt. She knew that he had been hiding something from her since he arrived on the ship.

She shouldn't have left him behind.

He didn't answer so she gave his hand another squeeze. "Come on, talk to me," she urged.

The hand in hers began to shake more violently and threatened to fall from her hold. "Ben, no!," the nickname slipped from her tongue, "Hold on!"

She strengthened her grip, earning a groan from below in response.

"S'tine?"

"Yes, I'm here," her breath hitched, "Tell me what you see."

Another moment of silence followed and she feared the worst. But then she heard his voice. "It's… it's too dark…," he rasped, his voice fading, I- I can't see, Satine."

Fear clung to his voice.

She never wanted to hear him like that again. "Okay, okay… can you move?"

She heard how he pulled in a wet breath. "No…," he groaned, "I… something's wrong."

Her fingers tightened around his. "What is wrong?"

"… my leg." His hand again wanted to pull down again.

She didn't need to ask what was wrong with it. "Can you use the Force to free yourself? I could try pulling you up."

Something moved down there, followed by a pained cry. "No…," he gasped, panicking "… I can't."

"That's okay," she tried to calm him down, "I will get you out of there, I promise."

Her words felt like lead on her tongue and it might as well have been a lie.

She had no idea how to get him out.

And they were running out of time.