Ruzaan awoke from one of his most pleasant naps in recent memory, covering a yawn and stretching. The life of a Jedi rarely left time for leisure, so the Togruta had jumped at the chance to go on a beach getaway with a few other Padawans. That was how he'd ended up on a sandy island on a tropical world, with both stomachs full and the warmth of the sand and the midafternoon lulling him to sleep on the beach. His clay-colored skin still felt a little warm where it had been exposed to the sun, even after the sun had vanished beneath the horizon; a welcome guard against a sudden cool night breeze.
The sun had set.
Ruzaan was suddenly much more awake, time suddenly a concern. The Togruta grabbed his beach towel and scampered towards the northeastern end of the island, dodging other tourists and partygoers as he went. Bare feet kicked up sand as he tried not to look as worried as he felt; the final transport to the mainland left at sundown, and he'd be stuck on the island all night if it had already left. That in itself wasn't the end of the world- the island's attractions and bars never closed- but he'd deliberately packed light and had only a few credits to go with the swimsuit he was wearing, and his oversized beach towel. Still, as he ran Ruzaan held onto the hope that he could still make the final boarding call. Then, he rounded the corner and the dock came into view, and the Togruta's shoulders sagged in disappointment as he realized that he'd missed the boat. The twinkling lights of the ferry were already several hundred feet away and getting more distant by the second.
A split second later, Ruzaan had ditched his towel and was sprinting into the surf in a desperate attempt to swim out after the boat.
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