Order 66

Sacrifice

The underworlds of coruscant were the only part of coruscant I'm not comfortable in. I don't think anyone really is. BZ didn't seem to be. I'm not completely fluent in his binary language but I can tell he's anxious. I needed to stay hidden and act natural if they identify me its all over. The tremor in the force will be put at ease. 

But what was it Trezz had to do clear it out. Clear what out? Probably just some credits and smuggler stuff. Tinker is mad at me. It's been a hard few days for both of us. Tinker has a right to be defensive. I guess. We should definetly stay united. Now more than ever. 

And Mex where is he? Should I help him after all he's done? Could I bring myself to do that? Mex has done some wrongs. Some very big wrongs. He cared enough for me to warn me not to come. Or was that a trap?

The bars and the clubs and the markets all over the place with a wide range of colors and sounds and aliens were no distraction. I have a mission. 

I look over towards the bar across the street of pedestrians. I duck down before I even realize what I saw. There is a clone over there. He is talking to a large burly Quarren. I need a distraction. I reach into the force with my mind. Above the trooper there is a crate held on a thin bar. I tug at the bar in the force until it's just loose enough for the crate to slide out towards the clone. 

I looked at BZ, "Towards that alley Beezee. Now." I order.

The crate falls on the clones head, knocking him off his feet. He stands back up with his helmet off revealing his face. His anger was clear towards the Quarren. I felt a bit of guilt as BZ and I snuck over towards the alley. There was a port that went above, across the way if we went through the alley. 

"We are gonna need some transportation, and it needs to be suttle." I tell BZ.

BZ leads the way down the alley and I follow close behind. There was a speeder. Abandoned. Docked there inactive. That's the one we will take. 

BZ and I jumped in the speeder and got it started. But I sensed something. A blue man with red eyes and tubes running through his cheeks, A bounty hunter, was laughing. It was only a second. And then it was gone. 

BZ started it and we flew up. When we surfaced into the upper coruscant I knew. I couldn't bear to look at the charred remains of the once great Jedi temple. The towers fallen. All the blackness of ash and smoke. A tear flew down my cheek. 

"You will be remembered," I whisper.

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Tinker never liked being regarded as a clone. Trezz was a respectable person, somewhat. But Tinker had never met anyone like him. He's really never met anyone outside of the republic. At all. Tinker was just another face. Who shared that face with millions. Tinker sometimes felt so bland. That he was just another number. But then he got his nickname. 

Tinker had been a rookie in the 327th. They were returning from their previous mission and were in hyperspace when the pilot shouted something. Aayla, Bly, and Tinker ran into the cockpit. The pilot was fried by the circuit board that had exploded. He quickly went down to grab the wires that had been exposed. The compressor had been badly damaged so Tinker used the blaster battery to prop it up before they had been dropped out of hyperspace and put off course. The pilot survived and he thanked him with his life. Aayla took the time to commend him and Tinker became one of her most respected troopers.

And that's how he got the nickname Tinker.

That's when he knew that he was more than just another number that nickname made him more than he was. He became Tinker that day. Until the day they all abandoned him. The day the empire took over.