Order 66 | The Bad Batch | Hunter

Chapter One- The War is Over

Kiv wondered what it would've been like if the previous 24 hours hadn't gone so horribly. Maybe she would be back on Coruscant, having tea with Ahsoka, while their masters talked. Maybe Padmé would have come to say hello. She would probably have intact clothing, and her hair would have been clean. Instead she was stuck on a remote planet, with nowhere to go, and no one to go to.

She hadn't been with her master when Order 66 had occurred. He'd been on Utapau, supposedly ending the Clone War. Technically, the Clone War was over, but not in the way it was meant to. Obi Wan was supposed to kill the Separtist leader, General Grievous, but instead an Empire had been installed, and all of the Jedi accused of treason.

Kiv wasn't even aware if her Master was alive. She had assumed after getting the message warning all Jedi to stay away from the Temple on Coruscant, but he could easily have died since then. But Kiv chose to believe in Obi Wan. He was the bravest man she knew. She had always looked up to him, even as a youngling, with that mullet of his (she made fun of him for it even after he cut his hair).

When Anakin had been assigned Ahsoka, Obi Wan no longer had a padawan. He had revealed to her that he actually enjoyed teaching a padawan. Obi Wan had requested a new padawan, and was graced with a girl of awfully close resemblance to his previous padawan. Not in looks, but in personality and strategy.

Kiv hoped that Obi Wan was alive, maybe sitting somewhere peacefully in a desert or forest, away from any people. She hoped he thought of her, hoped that he wished her well. Kiv knew that her master could handle himself, as he knew that she could handle herself.

In her mind, Obi Wan was happy and alone, at peace and safe from danger. Unlike her circumstances. She had almost immediately gotten captured by Zygerrian slave traders. Good for her, however, they had seen her lightsaber, and figured it would be better to sell her off to the Empire, rather than keep her as a slave. However, there were two sides to every coin. They were going to sell her off to the Empire.

Kiv had taken to meditating, a skill she hadn't yet mastered. Obi Wan had encouraged it greatly, yet Kiv never quite got it, and neither had Anakin. Maybe Obi Wan just wasn't great at teaching certain skills, or maybe he just had two incompetant padawans.

Despite this previous inability to meditate, Order 66 had been enough of a life-altering change to kick the skill into gear. Kiv now spent every waking hour meditating. She could feel the shift in the force around her, though she didn't know what could have caused it to darken so much. It had something to do with Order 66, she was sure of it. But that thought only led her to darker places. She never quite found out what caused Order 66. Obviously someone had to have given the order, but why? And it had to have been programmed. Fives was right, her eyes shot open at the thought.

It was almost pitch black, only the light of the stars and many moons could be seen. Kiv felt almost... peaceful, if only she wasn't chained to a nearby rock. She hadn't moved in almost three days, and her throat was beginning to itch. She'd refused to speak with the Zygerrians. Kiv remembered when they had gone on that mission regarding the Zygerrians and the Togrutas. She remembered how much hatred Anakin had bottled up inside of him.

What had happened to Anakin? The last Kiv saw of Anakin was after he had been invited to the Jedi Council. He had been very upset, she remembered. He had been about to get his mission report when she was called away.

Obi Wan had called her over to give her her own mission, as well as say goodbye before he went to end the clone war. Little did he know that'd be their last goodbye, possibly ever.

She shook her head, trying to force herself back into that peaceful meditative state, away from thoughts of her master. The Zygerrian keeping guard kept glancing at her, however, distracting her. She stared back, making him shift his head to the side, a startled movement. He's scared of me.