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Jumping through hyperspace blind is never recommended, even for Jedi. Jumping through hyperspace with half your thrusters damaged, causing an inability to properly steer, is certainly suicidal, even for a Jedi. Still, as Ekar Sunswell masterfully twirled his fighter ship away from a streak of bolts that would've seen him turned to space scrap, that was what he was preparing to do. The force guiding him. His mind was a whirl of sensations he had no time to parse, drenched as he was in the overwhelming tide of betrayal an misery. He could feel the split resolve of the men he led as they tried valiantly to kill him, and far away he could hear the screaming death of a thousand stars. He could taste the darkness settling over the Galaxy itself. There was nothing he could do. All was lost. All that was left was a single glimmer of hope in the force. The last fading light of survival, slowly being eclipsed. Ekar spun his ship once more, he glanced upward through his cockpit window toward another fighter, perfectly aligned and moments away from blasting him from the sky, and let his hand fall toward the final button of the sequence. The stars stretched as all that he became was cosmic dust.He closed his eyes and prayed to the universe that he wasn't about to find himself smeared across an atmosphere.May the force be with him.