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Zayn couldn’t help but marvel at just how poorly things had gone since he had left Yavin IV.
In general, as a Padawan he rarely had much downtime away from the temple - a combination of academy classes and Order-related assignments keeping him exceptionally busyand it meant that the Corellian often relished any small opportunity to slip away that he could manage - pooling together his limited credits to rent a shuttle and explore.
What he didn’t anticipate, however, was suffering from a critical hyperdrive failure that forced him to abruptly land in the middle of fucking nowhere. Hours had passed since Zayn had landed in the middle of Dallenor’s rolling sand dunes, and the Padawan had made precisely zero progress attempting to get his shuttle up and operational again. From initial inspection, nothing was damaged per say everything should have been working. But for whatever reason, it simply didn’t. Just about the only thing that functions was the nav-computer, which at the very least keyed the Padawan in where the fuck he’d been stranded.
Dallenor.
Without any other options, Zayn eventually decided to abandon the shuttle and begin trekking through the desert - hoping against the odds that civilization wasn’t far, along with someone who could either 1) Repair his ship or 2) Provide him with another means off the planet.
Wiping the sweat from his brow, Zayn continues to trek through the reddish-brown sands - feet carrying him towards the cluster of building off on the distance, safely tucked in the shade of a rocky outcropping. The Corellian Padawan was dressed in rather plain clothes - wearing a
pair of jeans and a hooded t-shirt that fit tightly against his chest. His hair was combed into its usual side-fade style, and he carried a backpack slung over his right shoulder. His lightsaber was split into two pieces and stashed on his pack - having decided that it would be smarter to keep his identity a secret for the time being.
@Mr. Teatime
@Mr. Teatime