*19 BBY, Kiros*
Pain. Pure pain.
Terror. Pure terror.
Spitfire took off his helmet.
Tears streaked down his face. His pupils were dilated, and his facial expressions seemed cold and hard.
"What is going on?" I choked. He did not respond, rather falling to his knees, sobbing. His blaster skidded across the ground. Spitfire's finger just pulled that trigger, putting a hole in my heart. He seemed conflicted, muttering something under his breath while shaking vigorously. The force felt so cold and painful. It was like the galaxy had just torn in half.
Just like my heart.
The starry night sky faded out of my vision. I felt myself separating from my body.
Was this my final moment?
Spitfire. My first love, my murderer.
Was the last face I ever saw.
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The Runaways
FanfictionA young Twi'lek Jedi struggles to navigate a galaxy in turmoil. During the height of the Clone War, when the Jedi need her most, she and her small force of clones vanish. Where did they go? What are they doing? And what will happen when Order 66 te...
