Abadeer sat looking out over the ocean, knees pulled up tight to his chest. A small plume of smoke was still visible out near the horizon marking where his ship had crashed into the ocean. The Proconsul sighed deeply before falling back on the rocky shore. Enemy forces had managed a critical hit on his ship causing him to crash on this remote outer rim planet.

Abadeer sat up slowly rubbing his right temple. He looked down to check his remaining supplies. The swim had been long and difficult, not allowing much to be carried with the Togruta. He pulled out his lightsabers, the crimson saber sparking dangerously. He figured that it must have been damaged in the crash. The alabaster bladed saber seemed to be fine. Taasii also reached into his belt where he’d stored in datapad, to try to communicate to anyone still up in orbit.

As he pulled out the small square of metal the Plagueian realized that this was not indeed his datapad. It seemed in the sinking confusion he’d grabbed the dislodged navigation board from ship. Abadeer stared at the square of metal for a long moment his gaze slowly darkening. He reeled back and tossed the navigational piece into the crashing ocean.

“Well this is… just great.” Abadeer said to nobody in particular. He stood up and turned towards the island, only to be greeted with about a half mile spit of craggy rock. The tide lapped at the small cliff that was the shore of the island hungrily. Abadeer was completely and utterly alone, with no conceivable way out of the dire situation. He peered out over the water, there were other small specks of land, but nothing of any promise to aid in survival. No wildlife or greenery to be seen.

“So it’s dehydration then. Not the way I thought I’d go.” Taasii muttered, switching to his native tongue with no others to talk to.

“What do you mean dehydration?”

Abadeer slowly looked around for the source of the voice. There was nothing to be seen though. Just uneven rock surrounded by greenish blue ocean.

“What..” Abadeer started to say.

“The craziness will get you first.”

This time Abadeer caught the sound. He looked down to see a rock, about the size of his head. The rock was settled right near his left ankle. Peculiarly the rock had a red hand print looking shape on it, that if squinted at could look like someone smiling blankly.

“Sith spit.”