Barriss x Caleb one-shots

Krell Part 9

"General Krell, you're being relieved of duty."

He slowly turned, "It's treason then."

"Surrender, general."

"You're committing mutiny, Captain."

"Explain your actions."

"My actions?"

"For ordering your troops against one another."

"Oh, that. I'm surprised you were able to figure it out. For a clone."

"Surrender, general. You're outnumbered."

When he deployed a brutal wave of force in all directions, his four invulnerable hands stretched. With the clones dismantled, Barriss responded with valiant efforts in an attempt to strike down the general.

Where he displayed significance by virtue of drawing his blades before plastering them towards the Mirialan, who leaped back before spinning vigorously with an audible kick. Her abilities tenacious albeit lacking in strength. Leaving her dismissed mid-battle. Where she was thankful to have Caleb fortify a blow of his own, eradicating his attack. Only to attain an all-powerful force push, his body circling backwards.

Rex shot at the monster, jarring his escape invalidly, as he broke through the glass and leaped away persevered. Where an innumerable battalion of clones began relaying him with bullets. Their shots heavy though futile when contemplating with a relentless Jedi general.

As Barriss and Caleb doubled down. Following his footsteps before discreetly sneaking up behind him. Where Pong retained position with a kick to his stomach, before slashing at Barriss who dodged a blow and blocked another with her sober.

Luring Caleb's hilt towards her, she flipped backwards before emerging on top and jabbing his arm. In response, he forced her away and evaded the blow. Surging from battle and hiding into the jungle.

"You should've listened to the arc trooper from the beginning Captain. He was right. I was using you."

"Hahahahahahahahaha." His voice echoed, dismantling 10 clones with his 4 sabers.

"You've all been my pawns." He accentuated, grabbing a trooper by the helmet and hoisting him towards Tup.

"Captain Rex, this is Tup. If you can, force the general towards me."

"What? Why?"

"Trust me sir."

"Troopers, circle around. Lure him towards Tup." Caleb commanded.

Where Tup inadequately rapid fired at the general, causing him to dash and emerge trapped betwixt the pernicious grasp of the furious beast within the ground.

Not long after, the Padawans had made it to the scene. Igniting their lightsabers in unison and holstering Pong in place with the force. Which was unintentionally dismissed when Krell managed to disintegrate the creature's legs. In addition, disabling plentiful clones.

Tup was about to gun him down when he dodged the blow and steered him away with the force. Where the Padawans finally provided use of their skills by slashing at him invariably. Their attacks effective yet boxed with athletic punches.

Until Caleb was pushed to the side which allowed Barriss the luxury of seizing the boy's lightsaber and blacking continual blows. Her defences heavily fortified and excessively tenacious. Pursuits star struck with sweat and ventured with dodges.

Barriss was about to be dismantled when she sacrificed Caleb's lightsaber to conjure her position. 

Sliding down below the figure and demolishing his right leg. She struck down yet again and was halted by the swiping of his blades.

Now at eye level, she kicked him in the gut before flipping behind him to severe the rest of his limbs. Though much to her demise, the four sabers easily disabled her ambitious strives.

Resulting in her as the source of bait when Caleb stunned the general discreetly, by virtue of reaching out with his hands and force crushing his windpipe. Leaving him bewildered with agony.

The quantitative endeavour was filled with anger, hate, torments, tatters, the expressive dwells from all the times he'd contemplated with child abuse. Seizing his organs and mangling his carcass in a slow, painful manner.

Pong dropped his blades, abruptly clinging onto dear life as he swiped a hand at Barriss while the others were drooped amid neck. As the young Mirialan severed his arm before demanding his surrendering.

Though not before sensing the amoral manifest of Caleb Dume. Eyes loathing with hostility while distastefully anchoring him towards death. The quantitative quagmire contented yet insubordinate. 

Albeit thankful, she was also exceedingly distraught by the gargantuan changes endured by the child. 

She had to save him.

And that ladies and gentlemen, was the torture chapter of Krell.

End of story.

All right fine, you got me. I'm kidding. Probably gonna get a few more chapters before the real end to this story.

May the force be with you, Stay awesome my friends, Peace out, all the things I'd say on a regular basis.

As they say in France, adios amigo.