*20 BBY, Zygerria*
Anger surged through me. The only thing running through my mind was vengeance. Not only for my mother, but for all enslaved people. Shots were being fired at me from at least a dozen blasters. Bodies lay dead, including my mother. Who had caused all of this?
Me?
Time slowed. I was killing? I felt sick to my stomach. I heard Spitfire yell my name. I turned my head. Tears clung to his cheeks. The other Runaways were either fighting or helping my sister.
"Runo?" The Queen gasped. Blasters stopped as she walked to me. "Was the whole story a setup?"
"Yes." My response must have hurt the Queen.
"What is your real name?"
"Detta Vann, Jedi Knight." I bowed. My anger had receded and was replaced with guilt and shame. Shivers ran down my body.
"I knew there was something off about you." I was waiting for shots to be fired, but there were none. I took a step and grabbed the Queen's hand and whispered: "Thank you." I wouldn't have survived this long if the Queen hadn't let her suspicions pass. I used the force to jump into the already flying ship, and away we went.
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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...
