Vision | THE MANDALORIAN

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕚𝕩

the sky is over-cast with an explosion of dark purples. my lightsabers are the only glow bright enough to combat the thick fog covering the barron ground. behind me, Wolffe is stood close to my back, his helmet tucked under one arm, "y/n, i have a bad feeling about this." i can feel sweat run down my back from the humidity in the air as my hands shake slightly, "i know, wolffe. theres a disturbance in the force." sinker steps up to my right, his blaster clutched tightly in his hands, "so, what do we do?" 

"we wait for the general to make a decision." Wolffe states bluntly. he only ever calls me general around the others but every time he does i can feel the wall between us building slightly higher each time, "i think we should-" an explosion cuts me off sending us spiralling away in different directions. wolffes name barely leaves my throat as im flung into the tree. i cough, my throat restricted as if the entire universe was shoved into my lungs, "General!" i hear Comet call from somewhere to my right as i roll onto my knees. the dust spilling around me makes my eyes hurt as the copper taste of blood fills my throat, "general!" Comet grabs my arms and yanks me to a standing position- expertly avoiding the light of my sabers, "We have to go General." i nod weakly, spitting some blood onto the grass behind me, "wheres everyone else?"  i cough, using my robe to wipe my face, "i lost them, general." Comet is clutching my arm as he drage me along to safety. i notice a slight limp in each step so i skid to a stop, "stop. stop, Comet. your hurt and i need to find the others. sit down here." i point to the tree and for once, Comet obliges. he drops to the floor, moaning in pain as he clutches his leg, "ill be back for you, brother." i squeeze his shoulder before turning back to the cause of the explosions. just between the tree i can make out the figure of three imperial walkers jumping around the terrain- stomping on clone troopers.

with a soft cry i leap forwards, focusing on the force to keep me moving forwards. i land on the back of one of the walkers. a deep, unparralled rage courses through my veins like burning ice as i think of Wolffe and any thought of him being injured. with a wolf howl i jam both lightsabers into the top of the walker. it falls forwards at a juddering speed, skidding along the floor with a splitting howl. at the last second i gracefully leap of and flip through the air- landing on the floor panting. when i look up i catch sight of wolffe stood over Corvis and Sinker who are laying side by side on the hard floor, "W-Wolffe?" i cry as i run to them. its on impulse when my arms fling over his shoulders. i can feel him tense under me but i dont care. i just keep my arms wrapped around him, "y/n, you need to help Corvis and Sinker. please." the emotion in his voice is enough to shatter my heart. he sounds so small and hurt. i turn to our fallen comrades and drop to my knees. Blood. there's so much blood. it paints there usually prideful armour in a crimson. my hands grace over there neck- searching and begging for a pulse. when i find nothing from either of them i fall back onto my elbows with wide eyes. no. no. no. i shake my head, its all i can do to stop myself from whailing out, "i can try to heal them, i can try. i can-"

i look at wolffe pleadingly only to realise he to is gone. his face is pale, with three characteristic wounds stretching across his whole face. there is blood mingling with pus as it dribbles down his face. now i cant stop the crys that leave my mouth. the wounds are so deep across his face that i can see the bone beneath, "wolffe-" i whail tears streaming down my voice, "Wolffe-"

"Wake up." he snaps. his mouth moving mechanically as if he was being pulled by strings, "wake up." his eyes roll back in his head, leaving only white as he collapses into a bloody mess of limbs.
Wake up

my skin is coated in a cold sweat. the only thing i can sence is two strong hands on my shoulders and that familliar voice, "wake up." i thrash my arms, that image of wolffe staining my thoughts like a drug. its all i can see even as my eyes snap open and i scramble into a sitting position. in front of me, the mandalorian is perched on the edge of the bed staring at me with that stupid visor. i dont have the strength to talk to him so i draw my knees up close to my chest. that familliar feeling of longing fills the void in my chest like a cavern of anxiety. everyday i miss him. i don't even know if he's still alive anymore. ever since order 66...

i pull in a shakey breathe as Mando finally speaks, "vi ganar arrived.  ve'ganir tsikala." he speaks so so softly but still it is not enough to calm my shot nerves.

he hesitates for five more seconds before standing up of my bead and sauntering to the door. Just as his gloved hand wraps around the cool metal he pauses in the doorway, his back to me, "are you ok?" he asks gently, like cowerring under a scared puppy. i nod even though he cant see me, "yeah, just bad memories."
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vi ganar arrived.  ve'ganir tsikala: we have arrived. Get ready