Connor's 1st POV
It had been an hour, and Connor was still running for his life. He thought his heavy breathing might wear out the apparatus he wore over his mouth and nose to filter out the toxic, swampy marshland that he trudged through.
     He was on the planet Twon Ketee. In other words, he was on the homeworld of one of the deadliest creatures in Star Wars: the rathtar. The fierce rolling balls of toothy death swarming the whole place. The only way he'd been able to evade them was because of all the other people on the planet—poachers, bounty hunters, and the like—all intent on killing the mighty rathtars—and all failing.
     Connor tripped again and fell face-first into the mud. A deafening shriek filled the air. Connor quickly scrambled to his feet and kept running.

     Earlier....
     Connor dreamt he was on Darth Maul's ship. In his dream, he was in one of the ship's compartments, peering through a crack at the tall (well, short compared to him, funnily enough) and imposing Sith Lord at he ship's controls.
     "Ah. Twon Ketee. This should sate my bloodlust. For now."
     Although Connor still felt fear, he was also excited. He'd never had a dream this lucid before. To test the lucidity of the dream, Connor looked away from the crack and started fiddling with his hands. He had total mental control. Cool! he thought. Slowly though, his mind started to change. This is...this is too real...
     He felt the ship set down, a sensation that was again all too real. He peered out again, and saw the Sith warrior stride down the corridor towards the exit. Connor didn't get out from where he was until he was sure Maul was gone; until that cold feeling left him. This was all way too real. But nonetheless he made his way to the exit as well. If this, by some insane chance, was real, then he couldn't stay on Darth Maul's ship. It doesn't get much more suicidal than that.
As the ramp door went down and touched onto the ground in a puff of steam, Connor was met by an insufferable smell. Another disturbingly real sensation.
A mask. Maul had been wearing a mask. The air on this planet must be toxic. Frantically, Connor scrounged around until he found one. He hastily ran out of the ship, tightening it around the back of his head as he went. The door shut behind him and Connor looked about him for a civilization of some sort, anywhere but Maul's ship.
Nothing.
Connor ran into his surroundings: thick trees and marshes galore. There had to be someplace. But as Connor ran deeper, he came to a clearing where multiple people were attempting to capture or harm a gigantic beast...it was a rathtar. Those rolling death balls from The Force Awakens!
Connor shuddered.
It just got more suicidal.