Another scorching day on Desolara was coming to an end. Taz had just finished his last delivery, dropping off a package at one of the outposts on the edge of the desert. His trusted Sunstreaker purred beneath him as he started to ride back home, the twin suns casting long shadows across the endless dunes.

As he rode, he noticed the sky darkening unnaturally. A desert hurricane was brewing, its swirling sands already beginning to blur the horizon. Not good. These storms could be deadly, and there was no time to waste, he thought as he pushed the Sunstreaker to its limits, racing against the approaching storm.

But then he saw something in the sand and slammed on the brakes, a motionless figure lay half-buried. SHIT! I can't leave them here. He turned the Sunstreaker towards them. They were unconscious but had a pulse. He lifted them onto the Sunstreaker and secured them.

Minutes felt like hours, but finally, the outline of his home came into view through the swirling sand. He guided the Sunstreaker into the sheltered garage, the walls muffling the hurricane's roar outside. Safe, for now.

He carefully carried the unconscious figure inside and laid them on a makeshift bed. "Who are they and how did they end up in such a situation?" he muttered before the unconscious body slowly opened their eyes.