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Joren lay atop the makeshift bed on the floor of the main living quarters of Brya’s home, his arms wrapped tightly around Kelsa who for seemingly the first time in days was sound asleep. However, tonight it was Joren who was unable to sleep. The sounds of the wind and sand battering the dwelling that Brya shared with were younger sister wouldn’t allow it.  As Joren lay there, he heard something else coming from outside. Aside from the sounds of the wind and sand blowing, he almost could almost swear that he could hear the faint sound of someone crying out for help. 

Joren sprang from his makeshift bed and rushed over to the transparisteel windows and looks outside in an attempt to find out just where the sounds were coming from. His sudden movement roused both Nyna and Dono, who joined him at the window, as well as Kelsa who sat up on the pile of blankets that made up their bed.

“What’s going on?” Nyna asked.

“I’m not sure. I thought I heard someone outside.” Joren said without looking away from the window. 

“That’s crazy. Nobody in their right mind would be out there in that.” Kelsa chimed in just as Brya made her way into the living room. 

“Could be Sandpeople.” Brya offered.
	
“I don’t think so.” Joren said as he continued to look.

As Joren and the others looked out the window, Dono went over to his belongings and grabbed his helmet, putting it on as he returned to the window. He activated the HUD in the helmet, which had low light vision capabilities and began looking for himself.

“There’s definitely something out there.” Dono confirmed after a moment.

“What is it?” Joren asks.

“Hard to tell with all sand cloud, but I think it’s human.” Dono reported. “I’m not sure, but it looks like he might be hurt, but he’s headed our way.”

They watched out the window as just as Dono had said, they were able to see the shape of a man moving toward the house through the cloud of blowing sand, and as he approached, they could see that Dono’s assessment had been right, the man did appear to be injured. Joren knew that the man, whoever he was, would surely die out there if they didn’t do something.

“Open the door.” Joren told Brya.

“What? You can’t be serious. It’s too dangerous.” Kelsa said.

“She’s right Joren, between the sandstorm and the Sandpeople, we just can’t risk it.” Brya told him.

“He needs help. If we don’t do anything, he’ll die out there.” Joren pleaded.

“Better him than us.” Nyna said. 

“No, he’s right.” Dono said as he moved toward the door with his blaster at the ready.

“Brya, open the door.” Joren said, his voice pleading.

“Joren, no...” Kelsa begged.

“Brya?” Joren asked.

Brya looked to Joren, and then over to Dono, who nodded in affirmative for her to open the door. Then she looked to Nyna and Kelsa who silently pleaded with her to keep the door closed. Then she shook her head and reluctantly went to the door controls and unsealed the door, allowing Dono and Joren outside into the storm before closing the door again.

“I’m sorry, they’re right. We can’t just let him die.” Brya said apologetically. 

Joren and Dono rushed toward the man, who collapsed onto the ground just before they reached him. Joren reached down and grabbed the man, and with Dono’s help supported him on his shoulder as they turned around to return to the house. As Joren and Dono return with the man, the front door opens allowing them inside.

“Set him down over here, Vod’ika.” Dono says as he leads him toward the plush sofa that Dono had been using as a bed. 

“Th…thank you.” The man said just before drifting off into unconsciousness.