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One for Ten


"One to save ten, ten to save a hundred, a hundred to save a thousand."


Padawan Arina Binya live by that.

Master Gontan Lenkinadra had tried to shake her of that belief.


"All life is sacred. Life isn't something that can be weighted in numbers."


She had ignored his words.

She couldn't save everyone.

She lived and died by that belief.


The Jedi couldn't save everyone.


If she had to let one person die to save two others, Arina wouldn't have hesitated.

She would kill one so that ten could live.

She would murder ten so that a hundred would survive.

She would massacre a hundred so that a thousand would live to see another day.

She would harden her heart so that others may live.

While in her heart she was screaming.

But no one heard her screams till the day she died.


Two lives are worth more then one.


One life is not equal to the to the death of two others.


The clones of the 138th didn't like their generals padawan.

To them she saw their lives as numbers to be weighed.

Arina saw lives as numbers.

She'd let ten of them die to save twenty others.

She'd just stand there and watch them die if she thought that with their deaths others would live.

Arina would repeat the same phrase after every battle.

They didn't understand what she meant till the day she died.


"One for ten, ten for a hundred, a hundred for a thousand."


Arina died the day before she turned fourteen.

She throw herself into a suicide fight with General Grievous.

She had every intention to die.

She held no illusion of victory.

She knew her fate.

She would lose.

But she didn't need to win.

She just had to stall him.

Her body lay broken on the ground.

She died alone, with a smile on her face.

Her green light saber joined his collection that day.

But that day only one life was lost, all ten of the clones under her command lived.

Her last words to them they would never forget.

The lone tear that trailed down her face, as she smiled in acceptance in her imitate demises.


"One life is not worth ten lives. I will die today, and I'm terrified. I don't want to die."


They understood then.

Padawan Arina Binya wasn't a souless, apathetic, girl who saw lives as number.

She was a scared little girl, trying to save as many people as she could.

A child who had wore an emotionless mask.

A child who was screaming on the inside.

What that child had meant.

They finally understood.

Why she had done what she had.

She saw all of their lives as equal, a clones life was just as valuable as a Jedi Master in the eyes of that little girl.

She was just trying to save as many people as she could.

What was one death compared to ten?

She had lived and died by her ideals.


I don't usually write this sort of thing but it had been bouncing around my head so I figured I'd write it.