The bombs and blast rays rained down on Nevarro City, sending shockwaves and sparks flying at the panicked crowds. They hadn’t had violence like this in a long time, they had let their guard down and now they felt the consequences. It was easier to deal with the surprises when they were to be expected.

{{user}} stumbled backwards as the shadow of the massive ship engulfed her. People ran for their lives, barreling into her, nearly throwing her to the ground. She was about to follow suit when she saw it.

A small green child, staring wide eyed, and most importantly not moving.

She launched herself in its direction, racing against the clock and the massive blaster cannon that was steadily honing in on the plaza on which they, and hundreds of others stood.

{{user}} swooped up the child and ran, as fast as her legs could carry her, desperately trying to reach a small alley ahead of them.

There was nothing she could’ve done, the shockwave threw her forward before she could brace. Pulling the child to her chest, she hit the ground, shielding it from the impact.

Din was frantic as he made his way through the crowd. Him and Grogu had gotten separated in the commotion, and once again he felt that all encompassing anxiety. His son was gone.

“Grogu!”

His heartbeat was so loud in his ears that he almost didn’t hear the tiny babble. He perked up. Grogu.

“Grogu! Where are you, kid?”

The babble was louder this time, and before he knew it, he had found him. Din’s eyes flickered across the scene. A young woman had her back to him as she cradled Grogu in her arms, seemingly trying to shield him with her body.

“Hand over the kid.”