Star Wars: Rebels of the Stars (COMPLETED/BEING EDITED)

Chapter Sixty-Six: Fall Of Family

Every second, felt like an eternity.

Everything was black and white and every shade in between. Except red. Red was everywhere. It was on the floor, on my cloak, the clothes I had been wearing for the parade that had been dirtied and torn up from the crawling and fighting. There was red on my hands and on my boots, splatters. The pain from the war and fighting, the aching of old scars all over my body, it was nothing to the agony I felt.

She did not deserve this. This was all my fault. I had brought suffering to this peaceful planet, and the very woman who had done nothing to deserve her death was gone, and I didn't save her.

All I saw was the red blood on my hands.

How many had I hurt? Killed? Promised to save but failed?

Next, the sound returned.

The buzzing in my ear, the crackling of a com. My teammates begging for me to respond.

The faint shouting of orders from Belsebeau, telling them to take me down,

The screams of the people outside who had escaped the cells with Awaka and her older brother, who had just watched the execution of their queen, one who loved them very dearly and was well loved.

The force screaming, as a Star Phantom had died, and a new star was being born.

I looked at the Empire's general and troopers, the troopers racing to take down me as everything was still moving slowly.

I felt a rush of cold air glide over me, and growled softly, as time returned to normal.

"How could you?"

I powered up my saber, and marched towards the general, forcing all the troopers racing towards me against the wall in a force choke hold, before there was a collective sound of snapping and bodies falling with a thud.

Other ones fled for their lives, as two tried to assist Belsebeau and raced to a pod as I pursued.

"Mira! MIRA!" I heard Z shout behind me, but did not stop.

He raced ahead and got between me and the general. "MIRA STOP THIS!" He was visibly shaking, terrified of me, but needing to calm me down.

"Move out of the way."

"N-no..." He held his arms spread out.

I attempted to shove past, refusing to harm him, my mind only out for the cowardly man.

Wen and Wivern tackled me from behind, and I threw them off with ease as they two old clone troopers crashed into a wall.

Anoles fired something and I felt a sedative hit me and drained into me, calming me down, but not knocking me out.

She then cautiously got in front of me, "Mira, Mira, sweetie..." She gently put her gloved hands on my cheeks. "I know it hurts, that she is gone, but revenge is not the Jedi way, We will get him, and hunt him down, and we will make him pay. But right now, we have to go help Gor and the others and stop the Stormtroopers who are attacking the people outside. Ok? Can I get an ok?" She whispered calmly and lovingly, seeing me as the daughter from another mother that she had raised, the daughter she never had.

I shakily nodded, tears falling. I felt a warm breeze pass over me, and heard the others give a barely audible sigh of relief.

I followed them, well enough to fight, with my mind blocking out what had happened with the sedative they had given me.

We reached a large area of land surrounded by trees that appeared to be a park, and saw the Rainstorm had landed, the engines damaged and being taken care for by Khau, while Gor was roaring and firing at the TIE Fighters that were attempting to destroy the currently flightless ship. Greenie was beeping and zapping the Stormtroopers on the ground, even firing up his flight control and zooming over their heads as he drenched the Empire's "finest" warriors in oil then lit it on fire from the engine's fire that kept him aloft.

Gor chortled, glad to see us, as Z and I attacked the stormtroopers with the lightsabers, as Anoles patched up one of Gor's wounds and Wen and Wivern grabbed some more heavy artillery from the ship to take down the fighter ships above them,

A troop transport ship landed close by, as dozens of troop flew out charging, as even more transport ships landed, surrounding us.

It wasn't easy to focus on what I was doing, but I managed to not pass out or get hit while I worked on taking them down by reflecting their blast's back to them.

I suddenly heard a roar of pain and felt time slow down again.

I turned around and saw Gor having had been shot by a trooper that had snuck past the ship and had fired directly into his back before anyone else could notice.

I turned and grabbed Z's blaster with the force and pulled the trigger, firing as the bolt hit the trooper in the chest, and another hit in the head.

The man collapsed, and as did Gor.

I heard everyone shouting in fear in slow motion, then heard collective screams of the Star Phantoms that had collected weapon-like objects and had rallied up together to attack the invaders.

I raced over to Gor, trying to heal him a little with the Force, but had no strength to do so.

He chortled sadly, and smiled in pain, already fading.

"GOR!" Z panicked, Gor was like a brother to him. He couldn't lose him.

The half wampa roared sadly and put a paw on Z's cheek, his eyes slowly closing under the matted white fur.

I felt him fade before his arm went limp in Z's hand.

"No... No no no no no no!" Z begged, "GOR, WAKE UP! PLEASE! WAKE UP!" He sobbed.

I felt tears falling and pain echoing through me, something lighting up.

Gor.

Jaa.

Prosh.

Alennaa.

Jhiana.

Ace, Zhaf, Wurth, Andros, Terek, Paint, Jewel, Green Thumb, Llic, Bal, Binary, Arm, 141, 109, Two-Three.

The Jedi.

How many more, did I have to lose?

I felt something rising up inside me, as I let out a strangling cry of anger, hate, pain, frustration, and sorrow. I faintly heard Wivern quickly and panically ordering the others to cover their eyes. Something erupted from me, and turned the Stormtroopers to dust, and the ships attempting to escape as it wrapped around the planet.

Belsebeau's pod barely managed to escape into the atmosphere and onto the ship, as the ship escaped.

My screams dimmed to nothing more than a whimper, as I wobbled on my feet, before suddenly collapsing, left in nothing but darkness.