Star Wars, The Clone Wars Minisodes

The Last of Our Time

juliatheawzom3274

word prompt 7: last

---

Across the galaxy, hid a kit

A fox helped her hide from the fire

She once helped her brother run from the flames as well

No longer do the two meet, no longer does the fox live, this was the last of their time.

---

Fox's men accidentally shot Vader. For their mistake, he paid the price. Vader caught him in a chokehold in the Force. Fox gasped and raked at his neck, struggling to breathe. His time was over. In the final moments of his life, he decided to remember the one redeemable thing he's done. No regrets, no surrender, no turning back from the last of his time. 

---

"It will be done, my lord." Fox's mind was now blank, completely under total mind control. Something about felt off but at the same time, it was so natural. The holo-image of the now new Emperor of the Galactic Empire fizzed away. Fox stood silent momentarily in the room, his memory from before the call was fuzzy but recalling it was the furthest from his mind. 

Grabbing the blaster from the table, he walked out of the room to be greeted by the rest of his crew. "We have been ordered to hunt down and kill the Jedi for treason against the Republic. Any clone who disobeys this order or helps the Jedi will be marked for treason and subjected to execution." Fox's emotionless command was excepted by the men and they wasted no time getting onto their job. 

A twinge of pain ebbed into his mind, but he waved it off as something sleep-related.

Being a Coruscant guard meant that he knew every single turn and every single corridor of the building. Fox, the commander of the guard was most familiar with the Jedi Temple, having spent his time patrolling the grounds constantly. 

The long hallowed hallways of the temple loomed over the men. It was eerily quiet, despite the thousands of executions going about. Unmistakable sounds of blaster fire would indicate the latest 'execution' being carried out. 'For the good of the galaxy.' Fox would continuously remind himself. 

 His head began to hurt again when a name rang in his mind. Familiar words speaking lost memories of a young and friendly girl. 

The men crouched behind a wall, keeping quiet and stealthy as they peered down the hallways, familiar only to the commander for a reason only clear to him. A Jedi that they identified as a padawan was spotted crouching down beside a huge vase.

 The poor child didn't know that he had been spotted by the clones. Sadly, he moved and was immediately shot down by expert but unaware hands. Fox and his men stood us from their position. 

Long corridors were the most inconvenient. His head began to hurt now. Something felt off, terribly off.

"Sir, a group of padawans were spotted heading to the library. Should we engage sir?" 

Fox only nodded. The small but lethal squad were marching down the hallways when a loud clatter made them stop in their tracks. "Could it be a Jedi, sir?" 

"Could be. You guys head to the library. I'll handle this one." With that, the rest of his brothers left him alone in the bloodied corridor and ran off unawares to face theirs and the padawans untimely death. 

The commander carefully stalked the hallways. Attentive ears strained to find any sound that would indicate a Jedi in hiding. The loud sound returned and it brought his eyes to rest upon it. Sudden feelings of dread and sadness and worry washed over him. The feelings were so familiar yet so foreign at the same time. It left the commander clueless of why he would feel this way.