Jase woke up from the sleepless night, knocking his head into the roof of the rocky crevice where he was sleeping. He didn't know how long he slept in, but the twin suns beat down on him causing him to retract back into the shade. He guessed that there would probably be sand people along the ridges and his blaster was low on ammo. best to avoid the Tuskins altogether and head for the Dune Sea for a long and sunny walk. As Jasuum walked through the canyon he stayed in the shade to avoid detection and to stay out of the burning rays of the twin suns. Jase shuddered as he heard the wailing shouts of the Sand people close by, he turned the corner and almost revealed himself to a group of five Tuskin Raiders, two of them carrying gaffi sticks and the other three with Cycler rifles. There were two Banthas behind them as well. Jasuum didn't move a muscle, maybe out of fear or out of skill knowing that if he moved again he would be spotted.

Jase was about to pull his blaster pistol which was actually an old A-205 charged needler, hesitation grabbed him when he rethought his plan and realized it wasn't a good one, but he couldn't just sit here until he was spotted he had to come up with something better but there was no time. Suddenly something stirred on the other side of the camp.All the Tuskin raiders looked up in alert, and Jasuum took the opportunity to slowly move across the gap to the more secure out crop that kept the trial going through the seemingly endless twists and turns. Jasuum started having more and more room to walk around as he walked farther and farther through the cliffs. The suns were at high-noon which is when it would be the hottest part of the day. Jase didn't have any real food, only two ration packs that didn't possess any taste, he had his third pack this morning after he woke up, regretting it and wishing he saved it for now.

Jase shoved his way through a small hole in the canyon wall that led out to the Dune Sea. Once he got through, there was no telling which direction he was going so he just started off in the opposite direction of the hills he was in. He walked and he walked his feet started to feel the blisters that were fully welled up in his shoes. He was walking at a slow pace to keep his energy high enough to make the trip to Boonta Eve. After a few hours he was dragging his feet on the burning sand, holding his vest over his head as protection from the wind that grew louder in the emptiness of the desert. Jase scanned the horizon hoping to see a sign of civilization but was sadly disappointed. His mother's death was still fresh in his memory as all he could still see was every detail that led to her death from when she saved his life to being reduced to ashes in a few seconds, and at that moment he swore revenge on whoever killed his mother and who tried to kill him. They would regret that day for as long as they lived.

Jasuum couldn't bear the heat any longer. His mind was a maze of mixed thought and he had no water with him. The water that he did have blew up with the speeder so he walked on wishing he had just a few drops to quench his thirst and his swollen throat. He did have one ration pack left but it would offer him no satisfaction for his burning swollen throat.This is the end he thought as he dropped on the burning sand falling on his back not able to take another step or carry himself one more foot. At least the desert wasn't totally merciless since the suns were at a thirty-five degree angle to the horizon they weren't pounding down on face so. He looked up at the beautiful blue sky so peaceful so ominous that he closed his eyes and prepared for his own death.

A shadow interrupted his peaceful death with a loud rumbling sound attached to it. Then a clunking noise banged on the sand too tired to look up or open his eyes Jase waited for four shadows to surround him. They stood over him a few seconds then picked him up speaking a strange dialect that he couldn't trouble his mind to. They set him down on a rough metal floor. Jase felt something trickle on his dry cracked lips, it started slow but soon he could feel it going down his throat. His eyes were still crusted over until he felt the water trickle on them cleaning the eye lids as they rolled down his eyes onto his temples. Jase opened his eyes to the orange glowing ones that belonged to the Jawas that were standing over him nursing him back to health. The Sandcrawler that he was in started to move again, too anxious for more water he couldn't trouble himself with the direction that he was headed for.