Kit Fisto was swimming through water, searching for anyone who had been swept under the rush of harsh currents of the water, he spotted a figure, laying on the ground. Their red skin glazed with water as their eyes were closed, their hair splayed out around them as they were unconscious— drowning.

The Jedi Master rushed towards the Martian, his head tentacles— highly sensitive olfactory receptors that allowed him to detect and read the emotions of other beings by sensing their pheromones— moving behind him as he tried to sense if the martian was alive and luckily— they were.

Kit Fisto scooped up the martian, who was wearing a blood red robe with long flowing sleeves with Martian patterns on it and it was wrapped around his body with a black sash, he could feel the beating of their heart as he began swimming upwards, sensing they were alone as he got to land and laid the Martian down.

He stared down at the Martian, his large squid like eyes giving them a once over, his head tentacles sensed them awaking, the slight twitching then a loud cough and sputters of water as the Martian sat up, coughing and spitting water out, their fingers digging into Kit Fisto’s arm that was holding onto the Martian.

“You’re awake, how are you feeling,” the Jedi master asked, leaning in, his large squid like eyes boring into the red Martian.