Tristan found himself staring at his dead sister's one and only. He opened his mouth but realised that he literally couldn't speak. What was he supposed to say? That the young Jedi would never see the love of his life again?
Tears from under his helmet began to drip down his face, and he was barely able to breathe because of how badly he missed his little sister. Meanwhile, Ezra was becoming more and more frantic by the minute.
"WHAT HAPPENED?" The boy repeated, yelling this time to get his point across. "Let me talk to Sabine. I haven't seen her for the longest time. I truly love her." He begged helplessly. "Please."
The mandalorian youth was too choked up to say anything. He was trembling with sadness, rage, and loss. Seeing this, Ursa, who had been standing behind her son, took control. Clearing her throat, she began solemnly. "Greetings, Rebel alliance. A tragic incident has come upon us this day," Her voice contained no trace of emotion, not giving anything away.
There was a deathly silence in the room, everyone fearing the worst. Hera clasped a hand to her mouth, muttering a prayer in twi'leki. Zeb, who had just entered the room, and Kanan were frozen in place, absolutely terrified at what the warrior woman was about to say next. Ezra leaned on his walker, trying to keep himself calm. It's okay, he thought, reassuring himself. Sabine's probably hurt, that's all. And they'll send her back here for proper medical treatment
"Is she... injured?" Mon Mothma voiced the most positive option, while wringing her hands. The leader was genuinely scared for the young girl and her crew. How much pain could a group of people possibly suffer?
"I'm afraid not, General." Ursa took off her helmet to reveal her eyes and face, red from crying. "My daughter- Sabine Wren, perished in a battle against enemy forces. She died valiantly, protecting the remainder of the clans. She's one with the stars now." The woman was not able to continue any longer. But she could not sob. She had to stay strong for Mandalor. Battles came with losses. Even ones that seemed to tear apart one's being.
"No..." Ezra closed his eyes, hoping that this was just a comatic dream, and he was still lying unconcious in his hospital bed. Pure sorrow filled his heart. This time, it was real. He was really losing Sabine forever. Falling to his knees, the boy cried no tears. He was too heartbroken.
"It was the empire." Tristan spoke up, his voice full of hatred and remorse. "It was those imperial SCUM that killed my baby sister. She was murdered by them protecting us." The older brother clutched his blasters in anger.
The hologram flickered, and ended abruptly, obviously due to lack of good service.
Everyone was in shock. Hera couldn't say anything, or even move. Kanan and Zeb felt as if they were stabbed a million times in the heart.
And Ezra..... He truly felt pain. As tears leaked onto the ground, he didn't sob or scream. No, worse than that. The numbness in his heart grew until it swallowed it whole. How could he live?
What did I just write? For a thirteen year old, I have a very dark soul. What did you think of the chapter, and what do you think will happen next?
~Catie
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