*20 BBY, Zygerria*
Spitfire's silence told me enough. Lecti was right, my mother couldn't take much more. I held my mother's limp body and wailed. I was so close, but I couldn't do it. I should've known.
"Spitfire." I croaked. He reached for me, and I sobbed into his shoulder. Pain coursed through my body, minutes after being whipped. My mother and sister endured weeks of this.
"It's not your fault." Spitfire kept comforting me. He was right, it wasn't my fault. It was the Zygerrian's. They kidnapped my family, they hurt my family, they killed my family. Despite knowing this, I still felt disgusted with myself. Cold seeped into my fingers and toes, curling into my veins. A dark cloud covered my mind. I was numb. The cold reached my heart when I saw Zygerrian backup arrive. Anger clouded my vision. I reached out with the force, and my lightsaber was called to my hand. The cold metal bit into small cuts I had on my hand. The pain fueled me. I heard the rest of the Runaways arrive, bringing their ship close to the ground. Shots were fired from both sides. I heard a clone yelp as he was grazed. It triggered something deep within me.
I ignited my lightsaber.
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The Runaways
أدب الهواةA young Twi'lek Jedi struggles to navigate a galaxy in turmoil. During the height of the Clone War, when the Jedi need her most, she and her small force of clones vanish. Where did they go? What are they doing? And what will happen when Order 66 te...
