Within the tempest of dust, a man covered head to toe in rags staggered through the immense power of the storm. Once again he had gotten himself into a mess like this. His rugged clothing now flapping violently in the torrent of sand. The man began to look frantically for a shelter, a place to hold out until this storm rage was sedated. His vibrant orange iris' being bombarded with the angry particles kicked up by the storm caused his vision to be blurred with tears. Attempting to cover his eyes the best he could without uncovering the rest of his face, he began to rush from the multitude of wreckage tat littered the ground around him. His efforts seemingly in vain, as much of the storm had made it nearly impossible for him to find a place of refuge. Under the tattered cloth wrapped tightly around his face he muttered curses to himself.

"I swear if I get stuck out hear because of poor timing Corelan won't ever let me hear the end of it... I'd rather be dead than hear him carrying on again.. I've gotta get out of here..."

The young man continued forward on his quest to find shelter; the wind attempting to make him kneel, but the boy did not falter. He pushed onward in defiance of the storm which engulfed him, knowing how bad the situation would be if he couldn't find an escape. After what seemed like an eternity of endless stumbling, there was a gleam of light in the distance: hope. 

The man noted a downed starship emitting a strange glow from within. "There must be a way inside" the battered man thought to himself as he pushed on through the tirade of unrelenting sand. His forceful push onward became a difficult rush towards safety. The downed spacecraft grew closer in his vision and as he approached he noted the light was even brighter than he had previously thought. As he pressed against the side of the decimated metal of the downed ship, he desperately looked for a means of entrance. Thankfully, there was a blast hole just big enough for him to slip inside. As he managed to climb inside, he collapsed himself down onto the nearest wall he could find.

"Thank the ancient ones... That's enough blasted sand for one day..."

The man pulled off his ragged and torn cloth, which he had torn from his clothing to make a makeshift bandana around his nose and mouth, and breathed a heavy sigh of relief. He smiled and chuckled a bit to himself, in disbelief he had actually managed to make it out of that ordeal. his sharp nose breathed in the cleanest air he had felt in what seemed like ages. He then ran his hand through his rugged, medium length, dirty blonde hair and sighed slightly as sand tumbled from his head. His peach skin slightly tanned from his time in the son, which only made the large white-blue markings on his body more notable. The markings were simply lines which ran from what seemed like the top of his head (hidden by his hair) down to the bridge of his nose, three lines vertically around his neck (one in the center and then two towards the back.) Two larger lines seemed to form just below his eyes and ran across his face and down to the back of his neck. His body was covered in these ancestral markings.

 He smiled and brushed more sand from his head before attempting to clear his eyes. His hexagonal iris resembling that of a beehive, which glowed orange and were sharply bright. As the man took a moment to relax, his mind then jolted over to the light that had beckoned him to this safe haven.

"That's right..."

He spoke to himself, the moment of realization knocking him from the initial stupor he was in moments before.

"The light... What was it?.."

He slowly raised himself from the ground of the battered ship he began to search around of the source of the vibrant light. Staggering around the ship, still attempting to catch his breath as he did so, he noticed the light seeming to emanate from deeper within the ship: the cargo hold. The boy smiled as he began to slowly descend the dusty ship stairs. Each step resonating throughout the otherwise silent, ghostly wreckage. 

As he reached the bottom of the stairs, the light only continued to beckon him forth. He drew closer and closer to the allure of this unknown entity, not wondering how such a light could have been shown through the raging tempest and the metal of the vessel. As he approached the broken door frame he took a moment to breathe, partially in excitement, but also with a slight fear of the unknown. 

The boy rounded the corner and quickly was left in awe at what he had discovered. A large, egg shaped capsule, shinning brightly with no notable means of opening the mysterious structure. The metallic shine seemed pristine and untouched. The sphere was not only in a perfect condition, but is was also levitating off the ground. The young man was left starstruck by the magnificent sight which laid before him. He drew closer, shutting out all around him, his vision tunneling, leaving only this ancient structure in his sight. Slowly he crept up to this foreboding and almost magical presence.

 As he drew closer, his reflection appeared before him. The man raised his hand to his forehead and brushed a few strands of hair out of his eyes. He rested his hand in the air however, before ever so gently pressing his palm against his reflection. In that moment, his body became electrified, his eyes flaring with color once more and his body slowly lifting off the ground. In his mind was the sight of an ancient being, his face hidden by long robes which covered his entire body. A large man standing before another with a similar posture. The man could feel something different from this second figure. Hatred, pain, envy... hunger. This vision slowly faded away as a strong and foreboding voice rang out from within his head. 

"You are worthy... but there is another I sense... The Force will make it clear to me in time..."

With the final words fading from his mind, the boy collapsed onto the ground. He laid motionless upon the ground, attempting to put together the pieces of what happened. His body weak, and his mind confused and conflicted. He slowly staggered to his feet and reached into one of the various pouches he had lining his belt. Reaching in, the young man grasped a slender, cylindrical communicator in his hand and pressed a red button on the side. He struggled to speak into the device but cleared his throat and forced himself to get the words out.

"H-hey Corelan... it's Avengol... When the storm is over I've got something for you to see... The tracker in this thing should still be working.. I damn well hope so.. I'm not strong enough to make it back... Come find me once it's safe."

With that, Avengol released his grip of the communication device and let it tumble to the floor. He collapsed to the floor not long after, his being tired and weak, his mind could no longer sustain him and thus, he shut down. He laid upon the cold metal floor, unconscious, hoping that his dear friend would be able to find him within the wreckage.