As morad raced through, drowsy from lack of sleep, hungry from lack of food, his primal instincts had started to kick in. With his master's death, and him being hunted by the empire, there wasn't really much he could do.

Racing along a path he saw a large cloud of what looked like straw and sticks blowing in the wind. Perhaps some structure had collapsed, which would most likely mean someone is near. His eyes trecked around until they finally settled on someone walking along the same path.

Morad raced towards the man noticing a lightsaber on his belt, hopefully he was jedi.

"Hey you!"

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