𝘚𝘈𝘓𝘜𝘛𝘌→𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩

newest journey.

                    TECH SHOOK THE girl's shoulder lightly, demanding; "Alora, wake up!" She was trembling, tears streaming down her face in her sleep. Replaying in her mind was the view of her fallen master's life being taken from her. When Tech to her to finally waken, she sat up, and frantically exclaimed, "Lo'ree!" To which her master was not there, and she finally realized where she was..

"Alora.. she's not here." Tech whispered softly, shaking his head. "I am terribly sorry to wake you. But I couldn't leave you in this state." The intelligent clone said with a frown, his hand still gently placed on her shoulder, his thumb rubbing small circles against her skin on the top of her collarbone. It was soothing to her, but nothing could ease her pain like being able to hear her master's voice one last time. would have been able to. Noting that she was still very much upset, he asked; "Are you alright?" And Alora only shook her head, leaning down to cover her face with her shaking hands.
"You had a nightmare.. didn't you? I'm so sorry." Tech whispered, the frown on his face deepening at the sight of the girl. He felt terrible.

Alora Nero slowly lifted her head after a moment. She was taking quivering breathes as she looked around. She could see that, now, her nightmare had pretty much woken everyone up. Sitting next to a tired Echo, Hunter was staring at her, stroking his chin with one hand and his other arm was draped over his stomach. He was deep in thought, and seemed bothered. "I-I'm sorry.." Alora said shakily, looking back down at her lap.

Hunter blinked, shaking his head. "Don't be sorry." He said softly, "I could hear how fast your heart was beating. I was worried, sweetheart."

Alora could sense in Hunter that something was troubling him more deeply, but she couldn't focus her mind enough to be able to investigate it any. All she knew was he looked exhausted, and she felt terrible to have to add any stress onto him.

The girl only nodded her head, closing her eyes. Alora's lip quivered once more: "I-I don't know how I can go on without her.." With that, tears began to stream down her cheeks once more. The men looked at eachother alarmed, sad, and at a loss for what to do to help her.

Crosshair was the next soldier up. He had been lying on his cot, hoping all of the talking would stop. However, after he heard Alora beginning to cry—though he'd never admit that he felt this way—he felt bad. He decided he would grace her with his ever-so calming presence.

He placed a tooth pick in between his teeth, of course, and set out to sit down in front of Alora. He only watched her. His facial expression was that of his normal state; cold and tenacious. She shrunk into her seat more at the sight. However, on the inside, the sniper felt an indescribable feeling. Ever since he had to drag Alora onto the drop ship, to keep her from getting herself killed, never in his life had he felt so sad. He loved his brothers, but even if they were upset he would probably tease them after a little while. But this girl was different, he couldn't even dream of hurting her further.

Suddenly, Lula the Tooka Doll was being placed in Alora's hands. When she looked up, Wrecker was sleepily smiling at her. "Here. You can have Lula for the rest of the night."

Alora hugged Lula close to her. Though Lula was worn, she was soft and soothing. No wonder the big man found comfort in her. "Thank you, Wrecker." Alora said, before wiping her eyes. "Thanks to all of you..."

"You need better sleeping arrangements.. Sleeping on the floor isn't very comfortable." Tech was rambling. "If we were able to get Echo an extra cot, I am certain we can get you one as well." Then, he smiled softly, "If you want it, of course."

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THE PRIME MINISTER OF KAMINO, Lama Su was weary of the thoughts of a Jedi living amongst him and his clones. "My deepest condolences to you. I am sad to hear about the death of Jedi Master Obrinth. She was here in the earliest stages of training some of our finest clones."

Alora could remember the beginning of the war. She was sixteen years old at the time. Lo'ree was working alongside Master Shaak Ti in overseeing the training of the clone army. However, she found that she'd rather be out on missions with them, and being able to involve her padawan, so she could focus her time on furthering Alora's Jedi training.

Alora nodded her head slowly. "Thank you, prime minister. However, I don't plan on just living here." She glanced between him and his administrative aid, Taun We. "I wish to work with the Bad Ba- Clone Force 99 closely."

Lama Su seemed surprised in this. "Please, elaborate?"

"While I don't want to associate myself with the Jedi anymore, I don't want to give up the fight for continued freedom in the galaxy.. I would like to join these clones on their missions, if that is possible."

Lama Su found great peace in seeing how serious Alora was. She wasn't teetering on the idea of staying in or out of the fight. To be so young, she was headstrong.

"Clone Force 99 is certainly some of our best clones." Taun We said politely, as she looked at Kamino's prime minister, who's deep, black orbs never took sight off of Alora.

"Does the Jedi Council know of your planned departure from its order?" Lama Su asked.

"No, prime minister.. However, I plan on speaking with them about the matter, soon." Alora was wringing her hands now. Even if she wasn't allowed to continue on with the Bad Batch, she planned on helping in the war any way possible to honor her master. However, she felt most comfortable with those five clones, for some reason. She felt safe, and it was as if she belonged with them.

"I don't see why not." The prime minister said, seemingly tired of keeping the young girl waiting. "In fact, with their individual strengths, put together with a former Jedi's abilities, I imagine it will be an unstoppable team in our army." And that was the beginning of Alora's newest journey.