Dren didn't bother answering Jax. Instead, he got into the ship's pilot seat and started turning on the engines. That's when he noticed outside, it was getting darker. Dren knew something was wrong. Mist began to form in the sky, and on the ground. It crept slowly over everything, beginning to block out the sun. He noticed the edges of the leaves and the blades of the grass were beginning to wilt.<br/><br/>He switched on the engine--it revved, then died. He looked at it with a quizzical eye. He turned off the two main fuel lines, then pumped them again. He pushed the start--it revved and died. "Is there a trick to this damn ship?" he asked Jax. Dren looked outside, the mist was approaching, closer and closer. Maybe the voice he heard, Aeris' voice, wasn't a trick. She was telling the truth, and this planet was dying. "We have to get out of here," Dren told the Sith with assertion.<br/><br/>It was then that Dren noticed a small blinking light in the dash. It was next to the aurebesh word for 'power stabilizing coupler'. Dren slammed his fist in the console. "It looks like a leak in the coupler," Dren told him. Dren knew where it was, like on all ships. Jedi training came with a few basics everyone needed to know, aside from academia like science, math, and history, they were taught survival, vehicle repair and piloting. The stabilizing coupler was outside, always. He wasted no time, hit the door to open and went outside. "I'll try to fix it, be ready to start up the engine."<br/><br/>He rushed outside, and looked around. The mist was everywhere. Trees began to fall and catch fire. The brush wilted and lifted into the air, ash began to pour. Lighting cracked across the sky. He had to hurry. He found the coupler underneath a small plate. There was fluid everywhere. He cursed, hoping there was still enough for take-off. He felt around the stabilizing lines, and checked for cracks. He felt one, where the fluid was still flowing from the last two engine start up attempts.<br/><br/>The air began to grow thick and moist. Breathing became difficult. Like before, he felt the cold of the darkside creeping into him. He had to fight it. Thunder and lighting caught him off guard. He had to focus. He reached for a small repair canister, and pressed it against the fuel line. Foam spread out and formed a seal around the leak. But the foam came off, and more fluid leaked.<br/><br/>He felt a pit in his stomach, and the cold trickle down his back. He felt someone, clear as day. They were here, but in the distance. He could feel him, Devorer. He was nearby, coming closer. That's when Dren noticed a ship fly above, and into the sky. How could Dren feel him? As he left the atmosphere, the feeling went away. He shook his head, he could feel the mist now, and he had to hurry. He took a piece of his sleeve, tore it, and tied it around his mouth in an attempt to block it out, but it probably would do nothing. That's when he heard the roar.<br/><br/>Through the trees there was a Rancor trudging through. Alive while the rest of the world burned. It came toward Dren, but Dren noticed the silhouette inside. It was a silhouette of Aeris. He closed his eyes, "it's not real," he told himself. He opened his eyes, but the Rancor was still there. It leaned down to Dren, and he could feel it's breath. Dren screamed at the Rancor, and the Rancor roared back. It stared at Dren, then walked back into the burning forest.<br/><br/>He shook his head, trying to get his bearings. He had a job to do. He pressed some more foam onto the line, and held it in place. He realized the foam needed to dry, and the liquid was hindering that. So to give it time, he held onto the seal with his fingers. Although, they were running out of time. He had an idea, but it would be risky. He didn't know Jax, and to be honest Dren didn't have any real reason to trust him. If he was a Sith, Jax had every reason to want to kill Dren. Jedi are a threat to Sith, and vise versa. Plus, Sith deal in absolutes, and if one is their enemy, they can never be anything else.<br/><br/>Still, Dren had no choice. He called out as loud as he could over the raging fire, wind and thunder. "Start it up!" he screamed, knowing full well that Jax could just up and leave Dren behind. But he had to hold onto the seal. He closed his eyes, and tried to resist the dark side from creeping into his veins, while waiting to see if the engine would start.