*20 BBY, Zygerria*
The vision Detta had earlier was becoming a reality. I watched as the familiar blue of her saber cut through Zygerrians like nothing. Detta moved quicker than ever, her moves more precise and calculated than I had ever seen before.
"Detta, no!" I screamed. She kept on killing. Shots were being fired at her from all directions. It was nothing to her. She swung and blocked and feinted at a perfect speed. I wasn't 100% confident in her ability to block them all. "Detta!" I shouted at her again. She whipped her head. Her eyes were no longer the rich brown I knew and loved.
They were bloodshot.
And gold.
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The Runaways
FanfictionA 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...
