Jude Watson

He looked. A small arc of light, too faint for a star, a trajectory of speed.
An escape pood.
"Lune," Ferus breathed.
He fought the dying ship. He eased it into a current that was somehow stable. It was like a gift handed to him by his friends.
The Star Destroyer sailed through the debris cloud, heading off to escape the storm.
He had a moment of calm to consider. Two choices.
Follow the escape pod.
Follow Vader.
His anger was one path. Hope was another.
He choose.