Peter wasn't that self-sacrificing yet. The ride was here, he'd take the ride. He just hoped his would-be rescuer had something up his sleeve other than a savior complex to deal with this thing.

Actually, he said as much.

"Please tell me you've got a plan," he panted, scrabbling onto the back of the speeder, eyes glued behind them at the billowing clouds of sand that only half-obscured the worm.