Child of War

Master Piell

I deflected a blaster shot back at a droid, blowing it's head off its shoulders. They were closing in. We were surrounded and outnumbered. We'd lost so many clones already. No matter the outcome, it wouldn't be good.

I deflected another bullet and ended up back-to-back with one of the clones. He had grey detail lines marking the angles of his helmet.
"We'll be taken in less than five minutes." He grumbled.

I rolled my eyes. Of all the clones to by next to, it just had to be the pessimist. "Really? Last time I checked it was three." I deflected another blast.

He sighed. "We've done better than I expected."

I spun over to his side and blocked a bullet. "That should teach you not to underestimate your battalion."

He stepped in front of me and blasted the droid in the chest. "I didn't underestimate them. I simply forgot to take you into account."

"Well," I used the Force to fling one droid into another, "I'm flattered." I pulled up a scrapped droid for a shield as a barrage of blaster shots flew towards us.

A blast hit me in the hand and I dropped my lightsaber with a yelp. I cradled the wounded hand close to my chest and connected to the droids energy, tearing it to pieces.

The droids closed in.

Out of the chaos, Master Piell leapt over the crowd and landed before me. "Are you alright?"
The short Jedi had pale skin, large, pointed ears, and a thick unidentifiable accent. A scar crossed over his left eye and he had a ponytail on the center of his head.

I nodded, carefully picking up my fallen weapon. It stung my hand, but I forced myself to grip the hilt.

More droids emerged from the trees.

I stood with Master Piell, the clone - Gray, and what remained of our battalion. There wasn't even a chance. We were done for.
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A droid yanked my lightsabers from my belt and jerked my cuffed hands.

I turned on the droid, but a searing pain shot through my body. I dropped to one knee and looked back. Another droid stood with a long staff, the end lit with sparks of electricity.

I stood, trying not to react to the pain.
We were loaded onto a ship.

I met Master Piell's gaze.

He just stared at me, but I knew what he was thinking - that I would break during torture.

I simply nodded. I could take it. I wouldn't give them anything. I was used to torture.