Please tell me what you think! (This begins at Order 66)
“The Clones have turned on us!” A Jedi Master yelled, “Prepare for-ah!” The Master fell in front of a small, black-haired youngling, dead.
The youngling stood there for a moment, completely in shock. What was happening? The Clones were the Jedi’s soldiers, not enemies.
“Xedon!”
The youngling turned to see another Master come and pick him up. Tears were streaming down her face as she ran with Xedon in her arms.
“Master Kespar,” Xedon cried, “what is going on?”
Master Kespar didn’t respond, but kept running. She got to a statue of a Jedi Master in the Old Republic, setting Xedon down. “Stay here, and don’t move.” She told him. Master Kespar ran off, green blade ignited.
Xedon stayed behind the pedestal, squeezing his eyes shut.
“There’s one!” A clone yelled.
Xedon looked up. Master Kespar was surrounded by clones, all aimed at her. She held her lightsaber in front of her, preparing to fight.
Blaster shots sounded, the saber hummed.
Then it was deactivated.
The clones all turned to see a padawan, and then fired in that direction.
When the area cleared, Xedon almost screamed.
Master Kespar was lying motionless on the ground, her lightsaber a few yards away from her. Her face was twisted with pain, and her cloak was covered in blaster marks.
Xedon shuddered. How could this be happening?
A whimper sounded behind Xedon. He turned around to see another youngling with long black hair and rich brown eyes. Xedon remembered training with her.
“Xedon?” the girl squeaked, “Why are the clones killing everyone?”
Xedon’s vision became blurry with tears, “I don’t know, Zhauna.” He cried.
Zhauna came closer to him, hugging him tight. “We need to go to the Jedi Council room.” She said, “That’s where Master Kespar said we needed to go in an emergency.”
Xedon nodded. He looked at her hand and held it. “Stay with me and we’ll get there.”
Zhauna nodded, and they ran off, dodging the squads of clones that roamed the Jedi Temple. The Jedi Council room was in sight, and Xedon saw a Jedi go in.
“Look!” Zhauna cried, “It’s Master Skywalker!”
Muffled voices came from inside. “Master Skywalker!” a young male human cried, “There are too many of them! What are we going to do?”
A lightsaber ignited and the younglings screamed. Master Skywalker stepped out a few minutes later, deactivating his blue saber. Zhauna began walking towards the Jedi, but Xedon held her back.
“Something’s not right.” He explained, “I can sense it.”
Zhauna must have sensed it too, because she came back to his side. They watched as the Jedi walked away, a mix of emotions coming off of him. Anger, hate, sadness, there were more than Xedon could count.
When Master Skywalker was out of sight, Xedon led Zhauna into the Council room. There were dead younglings everywhere in the room. Their whole training group must have been killed.
Xedon heard Zhauna gasp. He turned to see her staring at a pale purple Twi’lek. “Yendis!” She cried, “She was my best friend!” She looked at Xedon, “Master Skywalker killed them all!”
Xedon sat up, gasping. He had the nightmare again! He looked next to him. Zhauna was sleeping soundly, no problem.
It had been ten years since Order 66. Xedon and Zhauna had escaped the Jedi Temple the day it was executed, and had been on the run ever since. They hitch-hiked the galaxy, trying to stay out of the Empire’s way.
Right now, they were on Kessel, working in the spice mines and in turn, they got a place to stay. It was a hard work, and Xedon decided that, if Zhauna agreed, they would stop work in the morning. But where would they go from there?
Xedon looked back at Zhauna again. He had spent as much time as he could remember at her side. He truly loved her, and Xedon knew Zhauna felt the same way.
Xedon glanced down at the ring he had scrounged up the money to buy. He was prepared to ask her, and why would Zhauna say no? Together, they had created their lightsabers. His was an azure blue, while Zhauna had a lush green.
He looked outside the window of the asteroid planet. It seemed the miners were beginning to get busy for the day. Zhauna would be up any time now.
Sure enough, the young Jedi’s brown eyes fluttered open. “Is it morning already?” she yawned, “I didn’t want to get up ever again.”
Xedon shifted nervously. Whenever you’re ready. He urged himself.
“Um, Zhauna?” He stuttered, “I-I was thinking w-we don’t have to work here again, not when I have you.”
Zhauna seemed touched. She sat up in bed, looking at him. “What are you up to now, Xedon C’reser?” she teased.
Xedon got down by her bed. “I’ve been with you for ten years, Zhauna.” He began, “I can’t remember many moments that you weren’t in.” he took a deep breath, “So I can’t think you’d say no.”
He took the ring in his hand. “Will you marry me, Zhauna?”
Tears were streaming down Zhauna’s face. Her answer was almost silent because of her emotions.
“Yes.”
Zhauna wrapped her arms around Xedon, and they came together in a kiss.
Xedon felt so light, the wind could have blown him away. He knew that no matter what the Empire did, nothing could separate the couple now. This was a happy moment, the happiest moment of his life.