Ashes of the Order

Chapter 3

Train yourself to let go of everything you fear to lose

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"Come on, we can't just lay here." I said stood over Cal, extending my hand to him "we have to get off this damn planet...for Prauf."
Cal looked up at me, his face stained with tears. "Yeah...for Prauf." He grabbed my hand and I pulled him up I winced as a sharp pain shot up my arm, I rolled up my sleeve and revealed the large wound on my arm from trying to pull the blade out of Prauf's chest, it was definitely going to scar. "I-I tried to save him...I'm sorry Cal."
"Hey, no its ok, you don't need to be sorry for anything. If Prauf were here, he would be so incredibly proud of you, of both of us, now come here." He pulled me into a hug. I love it when Cal hugs me, I feel safe in his arms.
"Are you ready to go?" He asked me slowly pulling away from the hug. I nodded and picked up the blaster I stole from the guard. "Lets do this."

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We traversed the first few train carriages with ease, not a single Imperial Worker in sight but as we got nearer the front of the train, thats where the action started.
Me and Cal were hiding behind some crates when we heard an unfamiliar voice from the other side of the carriage. "So we are looking for a ginger male and...a (h/c) person, got it I'll keep an eye out."
"Shit," I said under my breath "just what we need."
"Ok here's what we need to do," Cal said already formulating a plan, "we need to get to that door up there so when he isn't looking, run for it."
As the Storm Trooper turned his back, we dashed for the ladder we could climb to reach the door but I knocked over a crate in the process drawing attention to us.
"What was that?" The Trooper said startled "There was a disturbance," he said into his radio "checking it out now."
"Oh fuck," I said knowing the end was soon to come "sorry Cal we had a good run." He laughed, sounding amused,
"Are you forgetting I have this?" He said pulling his lightsaber out if the sheath attached to his belt, "and you have that blaster you stole from the guard which was pretty fucking badass."
"Yeah." I said pulling out the blaster to inspect it, "so what do you say? Ready to kick some Imperial ass?"
We jumped down from where we were standing.
"Wh-" the Stormtrooper said as he turned round, he gave a small laugh, "I've found the fugitives." He said into his radio as he pulled out his blaster.
"Ok I will block his bullets and distract him while you try and get a couple shots in," Cal said ignigting his lightsaber, "we've got this Y/n."
The Trooper fired his gun at Cal who was able to deflect the bullets effortlessly, I rolled to the side of the Trooper and began shooting him with my blaster. Soon enough he turned to me and it was a 1 on 1 gun fight. I managed to dodge the blazing bullets while getting a few shots in myself.
"Y/n duck!" Cal shouted
I did as he said wincing as I hit the cold train floor suddenly a flash of blue barely skimmed my head. I heard a scream as I looked up realising Cal had thrown his lightsaber and in doing so had impaled the trooper.
"Good job I've got good aim ay?" Cal said chuckling to himself.
"I don't know about that, your saber barely missed my head, any lower and I would be dead" I said with a smile, walking over to Cal "now why don't you remove your lightsaber from his chest and we can get going."
"Oh yeah, on it"
As Cal used the force to call his lightsaber back to him a familiar sensation came over me and without thinking, I reached out and grabbed the lightsaber by the handle. I was hit by dizziness and a blinding flash of light and then...

"Master...I-I can't do this without you" I pleaded to the person in front of me, my voice sounded different, younger and it was impossible to tell who this so called 'Master' standing infront of me, their face and its features were so blurry it was hard to tell that there was even anything there.
"Believe in yourself the way I do young padawan, you will accomplish great things one day, I just know it."
Young...padawan? They have clearly got the wrong person, I'm nothing but a scrapper, or I was now I'm just...well I'm not really anything right now. I glanced around at my surroundings, everything hazy, like I was dreaming yet somehow it all seemed so familiar. I drew my attention to the people next to me, a small boy around 12 years old on his knees clutching something that I couldn't quite make out sobbing as he looked down at the person infront of him, laying down surrounded by a pool of deep crimson blood.
"M-Master," the boy said between sobs "I'm so sorry."
Just then a door shut in my face, and as everything started to fade, the boy looked at me. It took me a minute to figure out what was so familiar about him but then I realised. This boy was unmistakably, undeniably.
Cal.

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