Star Wars The Clone Wars: A Galaxy Of War

Chapter 15: Blizard's end

"Yes captain. We received your corporal and is safely with us." The yellow armor clone captain says towards a another clone captain, who was being displayed as a hologram.
"Good. He'll prove useful in combat. Just give him the right task and a blaster." Rex says, affirming that Leven will be useful. Arc is still not sure if transferring one clone in the middle of a war is a smart move, but if Rex says he's a good clone, then there's no reason to not believe him. "Alright Rex. Thank you for transferring a clone to my command." Arc says, showing his thanks to Rex verbally. Rex nods before ending the transmission, leaving Arc inside the bridge of his cruiser. The clone captain sighs and shakes his head. Not a lot has happened in the past few days, and he doesn't like it. Jelia and Lance were already picked up, and Lance had severe hypothermia, to the point were one more second on the planet would've killed him. Jelia, however, was somehow fine. She quickly recover from the cold, most likely because of her genes and immune system, at least that's Arc's understanding of Recon's medical report. "Stupid general," arc says to himself, but smirks under his helmet, "your armor had heaters inside of it. You should've brought it with you." Clone Captain Arc says, while he reviews over battle strategies and other war material. As a good captain, he has to keep his brain on a constant peek point so he can be prepared for anything. From handling pesky Geonosians to bringing down a powerful Rancors, he must know every weak point a race has. The only thing he couldn't find was on Alfs. How can such an advanced civilization only stay on one planet and rarely moved anywhere else? This question keeps arc up at night. It isn't usual for this to happen. Most intelligent races would have made ships to expand their culture and believes to other planets and races. At least one managed to survive the disaster that hit Apex.
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"Yes master!" A young Jedi knight says, swinging his lightsaber in a diagonal slash before following it by his master's lightsaber. "Good! That's the way you do it with two lightsabers!" The excited female Jedi master says, clapping her hands for the young Jedi. "I really like this technique better than the one lightsaber technique. Can you keep teaching it to me?" The yellow eye enthusiastically asks, handing the green lightsaber to his master. "Of course. If that's what you feel comfortable with then I'll more than gladly show you the way Niman." The older Jedi says, smiling that her Padwan is eager to learn. "Alright, we'll start tomorrow. Go get some rest." The Jedi Padwan nods, says goodbye to his master, and walks to his room. It's been a good day for training, getting most of his classes and other events done ahead of time. The Jedi Padwan changed clothes before going to sleep.
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Medical equipment beep all around the room, being the only sound that is heard. Jelia Vale is holding Lance's hand, and has not moved from that position, not even to say hi to Ethan. Lance was willing to die to save Jelia, but she doesn't understand why. Was it because she was the last of her kind? Because an entire civilization would be wiped out? Jelia doesn't think that's the only reason, but what else can be the reason. The girl sighs and shakes her head. She lightly squeezes the general's hand and looks at his pale, white face.
"You'll be fine. I promise." She softly says, reaching for his cheek with her left hand. "Of course I will be." Lance groans. Jelia squeals in surprise and falls off the chair she was sitting on. Lance sits up and laughs happily, for she scared the worried Alf girl. He quickly regrets laughing, for his stomach didn't share the pleasure of humor. "Don't do that!" She says, a light blush spread across her face, and she lightly punching his shoulder. The Jedi knight stops laughing after a while and a wiped a tear off his left eye. "I apologize. I didn't mean to startle you." The Jedi says. His intention wasn't to scare her, but just to inform her that he'll be fine, that he is fine, and that nothing will happen to him. Jelia exhales tiredly and picks up the chair before taking a seat. She looks up at the Jedi, who smiles at the Alf girl. Lance feels Jelia's hand on top of his. He senses her being tense and worried.

      "Jelia, what's the matter?" The young Jedi Knight asks, his tone being that of a worried friend. Jelia's ear droop down. "I was worried for you, Lance...I really was..." Her soft voice reaches Lance's ears. Lance looks slightly down. He could say how everything is ok, how nothing bad will happen, but he can't. He can't lie. He won't lie.
"Jelia. I can't tell you that nothing bad is going to happen," he says, and Jelia only looks down in sadness, "but I can say is this: I promise to do everything in my power to keep you safe, to assure that everything I do is to make sure the separatist get stopped and no one has to suffer like you. I can't even begin to imagine what you went through, but I'm sure no one else will go through what you went through." Lance gives her his word, and Jelia looks back up at Lance, her expression being relax. This, of course, is a slight lie. But for now, it's a promise that Lance will keep. Jelia gives him a small smiles before leaning in and leaving a quick kiss on the general's cheek. "I'm sure you will." She says. The Alf survivor stands up and walks away, her face bright read and all her joy exploding inside her. She closes the door and rushes to her room. Jelia squeals into her pillow happily after plopping into her bed.

Lance touches his cheek and blushes ever so lightly. A smile slowly appears in his face before he lies down in his medical bed. He gave Jelia his word, and now he's going to have a hell of a time keeping it.
'That's what Jedis do.'