*19 BBY, Kiros*
This was going to be a fun mission. Quiet, slow missions meant late-night storytelling, game playing, and more alone time with Spitfire. The rest of the Runaways had to have known by now, but never spoke a word about it. Our relationship seemed to work despite everything against us.
The Republic didn't seem to have the same luck. The war seemed bleak. Nevertheless, we fought. Fought for so long. So many of us died, Jedi and Clones alike.
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We arrived on Kiros early in the morning. Our stay was to last around 5 days. We had 5 days to clear out all remains of the separatists. We sectioned it off into sectors, and away we went.
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Hours upon hours later, with lots of sweat and grime, we were almost done. It was only the first day and we already had most of the work done. After washing up and eating, we all sat outside our tent beside a fire. It cracked and popped as we told late-night stories. Spitfire told his story on the intricate culture of the Togrutan people.
Once we had put out the fire and cleaned up, we sent in our report to the Republic. Once they approved our work, we all crawled into bedrolls and slept. After our trip to Zygerria, it became normal for me to sleep in beside Spitfire. He comforted me, which allowed me to sleep without nightmares. Sleep came quickly to us all that night after a hard day's work.
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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...
