The Survivor

Ten

Memories and Visions

"Welcome to the panic room..." 

- 10 Month Time Skip - 

"Fallout, Hawkefire, come on!"  Jora yelled, her green lightsabers working overtime to deflect blaster fire from the army of battle droids marching their way.  

Her master was counting on her for reinforcements.  They'd gone separate routes to infiltrate the Separatist base, hoping to capture Asajj Ventress.  But the Sith had been informed of their plan and met her master head-on.  

Jora had led several battles before, but it didn't make it any less stressful or nerve-wracking.  The clones trusted her to lead them, trusting her to keep them alive.  She wouldn't fail them.  

"Sir yes sir!"  The two ARC Troopers called, running past her and blasting bunches of droids.  

Jora fell back, ushering the other clones to move forward into the battle as she moved to kneel next to Skye.  The pilot was injured from the gunship crash, but he was conscious.  Tanner said that was a good sign.  

"How is he?"  She asked the medic, covering them from the blaster fire.  

"He'll live, Commander," Tanner told her from where he sat next to the Skye in the dusty terrain, almost oblivious to the battle raging around them.  "He's got a concussion, and if his wound doesn't get treated soon it could get clotted.  Everything I need to treat him properly is on the cruiser."  

"Trax, cover them," Jora ordered to one of the passing clones.  "Fall back, take anyone else who's injured and take the other gunship back to the cruiser.  We'll finish things down here-"  

Before she could finish the order, three tanks entered the fight.  One's cannon shot, scattering the troops.  Jora caught the blast headed straight at her and the clones around her, using the Force to catch and throw it back.  

The tank exploded as she gasped for breath.  No matter how many times she did it, pushing fire back at the sender took too much energy from her.  It was easier if it was coming from a blaster, but if it came from a tank, Jora felt as if she'd been in battle for a whole day, exhausted and ready to collapse.  

Dust flew in the air as the third tank shot, scattering more troops.  She had to stop it.  In a hurry, she looked around the battlefield, trying to catch sight of one of the chaotic ARC Troopers.  They always had stun grenades on them.  

"Fallout!"  She yelled over the noise, somehow catching the ARC Trooper's attention.  "Stun grenades!"  

Even behind his helmet, she knew her was grinning.  Fallout grabbed two stun grenades from his backpack, signaling to Hawkefire.  

"Go help the General!"  He told her.  "We've got this, Commander!"  

Jora hesitated a moment, an unsure feeling in her gut.  But she nodded and ran past the others, cutting down as many droids along her way as she could.  Her master was strong, one of the best Jedi she'd seen.  But the Sith were not an easy opponent.  

Her breath was heavy as she ran, trying to get there as fast she could.  The unease feeling in her gut continued, warning her something was wrong.  Something terrible was coming.  It made her all the more eager to find her master.  

A while into her running, she saw something launching through the sky, heading to the battlefield she'd just left.  Bombs.  Maybe a dozen of them, flying through the sky at too fast of a speed.  This was what the Force had been warning her.