Blaster fire was flying everywhere. Jaro swung his lightsaber frantically, trying to deflect the bolts from his young padawan. Cal was crying, tears trickling down his cheeks, small whimpers tearing from his lips as he opened the escape pod. Jaro was sure to push Cal into the pod first, even as a stray bolt blasted his saber in two. The next wave of blaster fire caught Jaro off guard. He couldn't deflect them all. A scream sounded just as the pod doors began to close. Jaro turned as the pod began to fall to Bracca's surface. Cal was hurt. Badly. Burns covered his torso, his tunic was charred, his face...

"...master..?" Cal whispered, "I'm scared..." Jaro knelt beside his padawan.

"It's alright, little one." Jaro assured the injured child, "Everything will be okay." Cal was looking up at Jaro with absolute trust in his eyes. And Jaro Tapal, Jedi Knight, lied.

"Everything will be alright, little padawan." The light was fading from Cal's eyes. His force presence dimmed. No, Jaro thought desperately, but he was no healer. He held his padawan until Cal had stilled fully, his body rapidly cooling in the stale air.

The pod struck ground, tossing its contents around. Jaro force-pushed the door open, picked up his fallen padawan, and stumbled outside. The sun still shone brightly in the sky. It was unfair. The world should have been in mourning, cold and dark, bereft of the shining light that was Cal Kestis.