Escape had been a terrifying event.
Laeonas had stumbled into the hangar, eyes darting around for ships. Near everything in the hangar was gone, and the boy had needed to pick his escape vessel in mere seconds. He'd been lucky enough to stumble into a ship that at a minimum only needed a single pilot.
The freighter's bay was open, and it's cargo hold was empty. Slipping through, he'd punch the large "CLOSE" button right inside repeatedly, causing the exit ramp to pull up and shut behind him; but by that point, he was already in the cockpit.
The boy had never once flown a ship before; his experience in piloting was limited to speeders. Yet he recognized enough of the controls to have at least some idea of what he needed to do to get the ship-- his ship-- out of the hangar.
Awkwardly the vessel pulled out of the vault facility, and as Laeonas pulled the controls backwards, they'd point up into the sky. Breaking through clouds at a barely safe speed, the ship would breach the atmosphere and entire the void of space.
It had only been seconds later that the bombardment had started.
Turbolasers blanketed the arid world's surface. He registered that a great number of the ships were focused on a particularly small stretch of land on the surface, and it didn't take much from the boy to determine that it had been where he-- and his ship-- had been less than a minute earlier.
It was also where the Sith had been left to die.