Ezra Bridger held them all at bay on the bridge of the Chimaera as the Purrgil morphed into hyperspace. Strange that the vacuum of space really has no effect in hyperspace but the ships environmental systems pumped air into the void via the broken windows of the bridge. Ezra found himself fading into darkness with oxygen levels barely able to keep them alive he faded into black. The voices of those he knew and loved mingling thru his mind, the Force was with him.

When he awoke, Thrawn immediately gasped for air. The last thing he remembered was being robbed of oxygen as the cold tentacles of the beasts wrapped around him had squeezed like a constricting viper, then the blur of open hyperspace. Sucking in the cold air around him he began to sense his surroundings, hands and knees in deep cool sand, he saw Ezra struggling to stand a few meters away. Focusing beyond that up a steep incline of sandy dune lay his Imperial star destroyer the Chimaera, in smoking ruin. "What, what have you done! What Jedi magic has out witted me yet again?" Said Thrawn, "Where have your beasts brought us?"

Ezra gazed at Thrawn as if dazed, " I'm... not... sure. Where are, what... how did we survive that!?" Pointing toward the smoking hulk. "How long were we out of it?" Asked Bridger. "Ask your beasts" said Thrawn, nodding upward. Ezra looked up to see the Purrgils high above them, each one disappearing into a flash of hyperspace. Ezra felt for them thru the Force, although they had gone from sight, he could still sense them. Abandoned but still connected, it all seemed to be clear to him now. He had saved Lothal and his friends but the Force always balanced itself. There is a price to pay for everything, for nothing is free, not even the Force. "We are stranded here, although i can't tell you where' here' is." said Ezra. Thrawn looked around at the purple twilight sky, after a few moments he pulled his communicator from his pocket and called on an emergency frequency, " Thrawn to Chimaera, any survivors contact me on this channel." Silence for several minutes. Thrawn noticed Ezra focusing toward the ship, hand outstretched. " I suppose you can sense survivors thru the Force?" he asked. A moment later Ezra opened his eyes and looked at Thrawn. "I can't sense anyone onboard." "Well then, " Thrawn says, " it appears we are the only survivors. " "But aren't we going to go look?" Asked Ezra, " we need to get up there!" " Of course we're going up, but I've seen enough of your force to trust you Jedi. We will find no survivors. " Thrawn said as he began to climb the hill. "Come, Ezra, we may learn from each other yet. We will surely need to learn to survive here on this seemingly desolate world. " As they made their way to the ship Ezra began to realize he and Thrawn would have to trust each other and yes, learn from each other, to survive and get off this planet and back home.