Comfort Zone

One

The first thing Vos felt when he woke up was the heat.

Through crinkled eyes, Vos could make out a blistering sun, surrounded by a vacant blue sky. Sweat fell deep into his pores, sticking to the sand beneath him. Vos grumbled uncomfortably at the contact, and shifted upwards.
He rubbed a hand to his temple, the dark complexion of his skin glistening in the unrelenting burn of the lone star. The sound of waves crashing into a nearby shoreline filled his ears. Speckles of sand fell from his fingers. Vos found that he had been panting for minutes now, his mouth dry and vision fuzzy.

He attempted to recall the previous events. He knew he was on a mission assigned by the council on Coruscant, and it seemed to be urgent. Master Kenobi and General Skywalker were a part of the mission as well, along with Skywalker's padawan Ahsoka Tano. Chasing a rogue bounty hunter that captured Jango Fett's infamous son, Boba Fett.
Vos cringed at his remembrance of the space chase, his starfighter flying at top speeds in order to reach the bounty hunter, but failed as he entered this planet's atmosphere. This was wild space, far from the Outer Rim, in a system even the Jedi Databanks didn't record.
After moments of recovery, Vos slowly stood to his feet, and glanced around. A treeline faced him, the thickness of it much like Endor, yet instead of forest landscape, palm trees and shrubbery littered the space. A body of water crashed behind him, the wind of each wave feeling like a healing salve to his scorching skin.

"Master Vos..?" A young female voice ruptured Vos from his confounded state. He turned his head to the source of the voice, and found a small Togruta head peak out from a nearby crash site of a Jedi Starfighter. Skywalker's Starfighter.

"Padawan Tano!" Vos hurriedly raced across the sand, dust blowing behind him. He crouched to Ahsoka's level and wrapped his hand around her thin arm, pulling her up gently. She coughed violently, heaving any breaths she could muster.
"Where-" Cough "Where are-" Cough
"Breathe, young one. Focus on your breathing before questions." Vos hoped his steady voice would calm Tano, that his distressed aura wouldn't put any more stress on the child.

"Quinlan," said an accented voice. Vos felt a hand reach his shoulder, his head turned to Kenobi crouching beside him, worry evident in his expression as he noticed young Tano's current state. Vos calculated the burn marks shining with exposed blood on Kenobi's shoulder through his torn uniform. Bruises were forming on his moistening neck, but that seemed to be the least of his concerns. Vos was no medic droid, but even he could see that if his wounds weren't tended to, an infection is imminent.

"Where's General Skywalker?" Quinlan asked, patting Ahsoka's back reassuringly. She gave him a forced smile.

"Anakin's unconscious at the moment. I was able to craft a salve for a trauma wound on his head, but I'm afraid I'm unable to tell when he'll wake up."

Vos nodded, returning his attention to the burning ship a few meters from them. He looked to Ahsoka, who was staring at the grains of sand below her. Vos could hear the cogs in her brain working and moving. A wave of pity fell over him.

"Any idea of where we are? Or what of the bounty hunter?"

"Negative, unfortunately." Kenobi wiped his brow with the backside of his gloved hand. " What I do know is that if we don't make shelter quickly, our end will soon be met. Come on," Kenobi ushed, raising himself and offering a hand to Vos, who stood up shortly after. Ahsoka followed, only to fall back to the sand, coughing once more.

"M-my leg..." Ahsoka muttered, clutching her left thigh tightly. Vos looked to Kenobi urgently, who looked just as worried. Quinlan hurriedly, but carefully, scooped Ahsoka into his arms. She hissed  but nonetheless relaxed her weight into his chest, closing her eyes.