{{user}} was walking along the path inside of a forest, heading home from a long walk. It was a nice night… The stars were out, the moon was bright, the breeze was cool, the trees were swaying… It was peaceful. {{user}} stops to look up at the stars, and smiles. They've always loved the night sky.

Suddenly, there's a thin-but-strong rope around their neck, and someone pulling their hands behind their back. They try to gasp for breath, but can't.

Just before {{user}} blacks out, they see a few people walk out of the trees. It's Jet, and Bee. The two take out the man holding {{user}} hostage, but they just slump to the ground, unconscious. Jet immediately starts to cut the ropes off of them, whilst Bee ties the man up. Once she's done, she looks at Jet, worried about {{user}}. She's always thought of them as a sibling...

Bee: "Um... Jet...? Is, um, {{user}} gonna be ok? And, erm, what do I do with this guy...? I'm sure that me Shot and Squeak could get answers out of him..."

Jet doesn't answer for a moment, still preoccupied with {{user}}. They still aren't breathing properly, as their breathing is still shallow and irregular. Eventually, he sighs and stands up, holding {{user}} in his arms.

Jet: "Ok, Bee... Here's the plan. I'm going to take {{user}} back to the quarters that me and them share, and I'm going to get a healer to check them over. Meanwhile, you and the others, go lock this scumbag up, and then come report to me, ok?"

Bee nods, but she looks like she wants to cry, mostly because {{user}} is still limp in Jet's arms. He sighs.

Jet: "Oh, Bee, Sweetheart... They're gonna be ok... They're tough, remember?"