Me and Ezra circled around each other, his saber was ignited, the blade emitting a soft hum that filled the silence. My lightsaber stayed un-ignited in my hand, I wanted to catch him off guard, attack when he wasn't expecting it. Suddenly, he lunged, saber twirling in my direction. I held my ground, taking out my blaster and firing three shots. He blocked my attack with one swift slash of his saber as if it was nothing and continued his assault. He went high, I went low.
Barrel-rolling behind him, I shot my blaster in hopes to catch him off guard, but he slipped the blade behind his back. The green saber sending the shot back to me with a flick of his wrist. I leapt back, the heat of the stun blast brushing past my cheek.
"You gotta be better than that to hit me." He snarked, twirling his emerald blade in his gloved hands.
"Fine, you want better? You'll get better!" I roared, my own blades ignited, setting the dry grass aflame around me. The hilt split in two, resting in both of my hands. I panted with anger, the chill of the metal no longer containing the emotion that boiled inside of me. Suddenly, Ezra's indigo eyes turned pale blue as he slowly faded away into Spectre-7. With an enraged battle cry, my violet lightsabers met her one saber. I pushed against her blade with all my strength, causing her to stumble to the ground. The flames surrounded us now, matching the heat of my anger.
Using the force, I leapt into the air. My sabers twirled around me as I flew through the air, getting ready to crash down upon Spectre-7. End Spectre-7, forever. Unexpectedly, her boots met my stomach, her palm flinging out at me at the same time. The forceful push sent me above the fire line and into the dry grass. I hit the ground hard, my breath fleeing from my chest. Spectre-7 jumped gracefully over the fire line, standing over me in triumph. Before I could defend myself, a, now emerald blade, slashed through the plastoid of my helmet. The useless helmet fell to the ground, revealing my face.
Ezra stood in Spectre-7's place, his deep blue eyes widening in shock.
"It's you," He gasped, suddenly his voice turned cold, "you." Ezra swung his blade at my face again, I blocked it. My chest heaving with effort as I struggled against his saber.
"You left us." His words stung, he was bringing up the past. The past I wanted dead, that I tried to kill just now. He was the past. He took his saber away, clashing it against mine once again. I deflected the blade away, readying myself for yet another strike.
"You left Kanan!"
"I did it for your own good." I yelled over him, struggling just to get my say in this argument.
"Uh-huh, our own good. That's what Kanan believed." All I heard was how they spoke of Kanan- in the past tense.
"No." I breathed, I jumped to my feet, swinging my blade at him. They locked in fierce combat, emotion swimming through his eyes.
"He can't-,"
"He's dead, Greys." He stated,
"N-no," my blade retreated into the hilt, knees hitting the ground in defeat. My master is dead. Kanan is gone. I thought, as the rest of the Rebels came out. A few new faces mingled in with them. Hera's face was twisted in pain, her eyes filled with grief. I can't come home to my Father.
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SPECTRE-7: RESTORED
Fiksi Penggemar"You are a Rebel. No matter what anyone says." Celeste Greys is broken. She lost the only family she ever knew. Her best friends, her mentor and any connection she had to her Father- gone when she left the Ghost Crew. Even though it is said time he...
