Everything Broken: A Star Wars Story

Chapter 11: Umbara Is A Dark Place

"Waxer, Waxer you gotta stay awake, okay?" Kidara was trying to tend to his bleeding wounds, frantically using her shaking fingers to try and pry the chest piece of his armor off his body, which didn't budge. Waxer only hissed in response, clearly in an immeasurable amount of pain.

"Stop, stop." He managed, reaching up his bloodied, gloved hand to reach for her shoulder. "It's okay, Kidd."

Kidara looked down at him, trying so desperately not to let the tears brimming in her eyes roll down her cheeks. She stepped aside, Waxers hand falling limp to his side as Rex approached them, Kix and another clone—Dogma—trailing close behind. Rex had calmed down by now, his eyebrows knitted together in worry, kneeling to remove Waxer's helmet.

"Waxer," He spoke, slowly and clearly as the bucket was pulled off. "Tell me. Who gave you the orders to attack us."

Waxer gasped for air, his eyes rolling back into his head.

"It," He took another choked-in breath, his lungs clearly punctured. "It was General Krell. He sent us to these coordinates to stop the enemy."

Kidara paused. She looked to Waxer, and then to Rex. Krell sent them to fight. Krell sent them to attack clones.

Waxer spoke again. "We thought they were wearing our armor." He coughed, a tear rolling down his cheek. "But it was... you."

Waxers head lolled to one side, lifeless. Kidara's heart dropped. She closed her eyes and looked away.

"General Leno." She turned to Rex, who's brow was furrowed. "Go back to base and tell General Kenobi what happened here. We have unfinished business with Krell."

Kidara did not question Rex. He deserved his vengeance. Waxer deserved to be avenged. She only grasped his arm, gave him a steady look, and mumbled, "Good luck."

Rex knelt to the ground again, closed Waxers eyes, and took his helmet from the ground. "Find Boil." He spoke to Dogma.

Rex gave Kidara a haunted nod, which Kidara returned.

With her lightsaber ignited to help guide her through the forest, Kidara bounded towards the Capital.

~*~

As Kidara ran through the thick woods of Umbara, the deep-rooted feeling of hatred only grew. The thoughts she had purged were returning, even faster than she though possible, rooting deep in her brain. She felt nothing but resentment towards Prong Krell, the council, Quinlan. Gods, she hated Quinlan.

Kidara screamed, throwing her fist at a large, tree-like plant.

"Kriff!" She yanked back her hand, which was now quite limp and throbbing. Kidara had definitely just broken her hand. The small durasteel mechanism that rested in her palm to control her tremor was shattered, tearing out of her skin and frying her nerves. Idiot Idiot!

"KRIFF!"

Kidara began walking, trying not to loose time, and swung the med pack from her shoulders to reach its contents. She pulled out a long strip of gauze, wound it around her hand, and started running once more. She knew once the adrenaline diminished, she'd probably pass out, so Kidara pushed herself all the harder, he lightsaber swinging back and forth in her tight-wound grip, illuminating the dense forest around her.

Kidara raised her comme to her mouth, pressing the frequency to hopefully reach Obi-Wan.

"Master!"

The line went silent.

As Kidara sighed, bringing her arm back down, the comme light lit up again.