I don't own anything from Star Wars I'm just a fan writing his appreciation for that Galaxy Far Far Away... (P.S. This is my first fanfic just give me you're honest opinions please I'll try take it like a man ha ha ha!)

STAR

WARS

Fallen but not Forgotten

Numa

On the desolate yet fertile planet of Ryloth, a world long familiar with slavery and suffering.

Celebrations of liberation are erupting all across its soil at the news of the evil Empire's defeat at Endor. For the Twi'lek people on Ryloth, it is an omen of great change, though it be good or ill will be determined later.

But for the moment theirs is to rejoice and so it is in the small city of Nabat. Its streets alive with crowds cheering and dancing at a new hope realized.

There has never been a celebration like this in Nabat, in all its existence. Yet in the mist of the jubilant masses, there lingered a lone sober soul, her name is Numa...

She stood as a sorrowful rock amongst a sea of joy, with her head downcast as if the galaxy suddenly weighed upon her shoulders. Her teal colored hands lovingly cradled a tooka doll.

Silent tears spring from Numa's hazel eyes down her cheeks, as she continues to look upon the cherished doll, reminding her of memories bittersweet. During the horrifying Clone Wars, she had lost everything, including her beloved parents, to the Separatist Droid Army when it invaded her home. She was only six years old then.

As an orphan, Numa barely survived the terrible occupation that followed. She had hidden in the tunnels and ruins of her city from the soulless metal invaders that reigned over it.

That was until the fateful day when the Grand Army of Republic arrived...

Numa shook her head and chuckled, remembering two certain clone troopers that found her in an alley during the battle for Nabat. She had at first been wary of them, assuming they were droids because of their armor. She had even bitten one of them on the finger!

Then the armored duo removed their helmets revealing to Numa that they were not droids but flesh and blood. Surprisingly, they also shared the same face yet with some small differences. Numa quickly pegged them as brothers.

The images of that day continued to flow through Numa's mind, making her heart ache with a whirlwind of sorrow and joy. The troopers were among most of those memories. These two became her saviors and defenders during the battle and together they defeated the droids and freed her people, including Numa's uncle.

As quickly as they came, the two heroic troopers left for more battles to fight. But not before Numa fully expressed the bond that had formed between her and the clones, by calling both of them "nerra" or brother.

Numa never saw her "brothers" again and in her heart, she knows that they are gone forever from this life. Now that same little innocent girl has grow into a wonderful woman with her own family, a faithful husband and two precious daughters. She owes that joy all to those soldiers that only fought for her and but cared as well.

"Fallen but not forgotten. " Numa whispered softly as she raised her head up and smiled sadly.

In realization she suddenly looked for her family among the crowds, and quickly found them all nearby husband, daughters, and even her aging uncle. They were joyously dancing together as one.

Numa sighed for the longest moment before gladly joined in the victory celebration that belonged to all free-loving beings across the stars. Numa rejoiced and danced her heart out that evening. From then on she lived her life to the fullest until she breathed her last many years later. As Numa passed on from this life into the next, she was heard uttering two soft words,

"Nerra, Nerra..."