Star Wars One Shots 2.0

Nerra

It was a quiet day on Ryloth  which was rare but many take advantage of the quiet days. Children would go out and play, not fearing getting into trouble by troops, friend's would hang out with one another and some would just relax for the day.

Numa was walking to her old home. She hadn't been home in a while since she was always busy fighting the Empire, but since imperials aren't on the planet today, she decided she wanted to visit the place she called home all those years ago.

It was a small village, a few home's here and there but most were still in runes since the Clone Wars. Numa remembered the Clone Wars like it was yesterday. How Republic ship's can into orbit and fought against the Sepritis.

She made away to her old home, which still looked the same from all these years. She opened the door to the house and entered. There were relics from over the year's that she had colected and kept.

But there was one item that always made her happy and sad. A helmet. But not just any helmet. The helmet of a clone. A helmet of her firend. Her brother. Her nerra. She remembered how she had lost her family and how she was alone and scared. That was until two clones by the names of Waxer and Boil found her.

Waxer cared about her and made sure she was safe, and when she help, he would thank her from her help and bravery. She was like a brother to him. That's why she called him and Boil nerra,  which ment brother, for in some way, they were.

She also remembered the day when she herd the new about Waxer's death. She remembered Gneral Kanobi came to her and handed her the helmet and explained what had happened to him. Numa remembered how she cried she had ever had. She cried for the lost of her nerra. The world was unfair. Why must good people suffer and experience losses in war.

That's why Numa joined to fight for Ryloth, so good people won't have to loose more people that they care about.

Numa held the helmet in her hands, staring at it. She could almost hear him telling her incoraging word's, telling her to keep up the good fight, and not to loose hope, that thing's will get better.

"Nerra" Numa whispered as she hugged the helmet, wanting her nerra to come back, to be with her. But she will continue fighting. That's what he would have wanted.