As The World Caves In: An Avengers / Star Wars Story

honor the fallen

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"I... I will not fight your battle, I cannot. I am sorry," I replied, my voice shaking slightly. My mission was over, I wanted to rest now. Fives final words he had whispered.

"What if... we could get you home?"

My breath hitched and slowly, I brought my head to face Thor. His face was soft but serious. He wasn't joking. He had a very friendly demeanor to his muscular build, but it suited him. I bit my lip and dropped my head. I scoffed, but the more I thought of it, the more ridiculous it sounded. I laughed softly at his proposal. I laughed harder at the fact he referred to the galaxy as "home". Soon I was laughing and I couldn't stop. Imagine that. Home... I wasn't welcome home anymore. Not there. Not after this newfound Empire had taken hold of my supposed home, killing everyone I...

        I ran my hand through my hair, pulling the loose hair that had fallen from my braid, my fingers gliding across the hairless patch.

"Home... I have no home..." I whined. I know I sounded like a child but it was true. Home is the people that you loved, as a Jedi, I was not allowed to have such feelings, but... No. He was gone. I killed him. I killed him. I saw him fall. I turned to face Thor once again, his blue eyes filled with plea and sorrow. Tears welled in my eyes, ones I refused to let fall. "They are all gone."

I lost my mother and father when I was four, killed by our own allies. Nex, my blood brother, was lost just as well only a year later. Anakin had fallen. He had killed my master. I killed the younglings. Senator Amidala, Padmé... I did not know what happened to her. I knew the way her and Anakin shared a bond. His betrayal would affect her so. His betrayal nearly killed me in more ways than one. Anakin's hurt me, yes, but that train. That train where he held the two blasters, pointed at me. They all...

       ...were so kind to me. Why did I lose them all too?

I lost again and again and again. They were all gone. I was alone. I was alone and I would never have anyone to hold my shoulder again. No one to laugh with. No one to look to. I was here on Sakaar, surrounded by strangers. Not family.

Aliit ori'shya tal'din*.

No, I was a Jedi. I could not love, I could not have a family. Those people I had lost were never mine to lose. They were nothing but my supporters, that is all.

"Then help us save my people. Help keep my people from meeting the same fate," Thor pleaded. Scrapper 142 sat watching me, an open book resting between her hands. Loki had been quiet the whole time, silently observing. I could sense how he felt for his people, cared for their well-being. I understood that feeling, really, I did. I wiped my face with my hand and brought it through my hair once more. I could help them, I should help them. It is what my master would have wanted me to do. Besides, I was getting sick of this planet anyway. What would be another nine years on some other planet. Unless... could I really find some way back to my galaxy?

I never meant to come to this planet, but on one of my escapes from the Empire, a year after the Republic had fallen, I found myself in a wormhole that led here. I traveled across an entirely new galaxy just to end up on a planet meant for waste and trash. I understood that my home was no longer fit for Force users such as myself, but perhaps I could fight for the rising Rebellion I had heard of? If they had not been wiped out within the years I have been gone.

Those that I had shown my greatest compassion for as a Jedi clouded my senses. I could not form attachments but there were so many beings I had held so close to my heart. They were all gone, each suffering a horrible fate. I reached for my cloak and gently pulled the hilt from within. Thor's people were suffering, I would only need to remind myself of my past once more. Once more and I could forget. Forget these names that returned over and over to my head. I didn't want them there. They were wrong. My heart ached for something I was not allowed to have. I turned back to Thor, holding the lightsabre gently, perfectly balanced on my hand.