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"Um…" A little voice sounded, Dents looked down. Two younglings stood there. One was a human girl, with bouncy brown curls and green eyes. The other was a blond haired human boy. "We made awl you troowpers 'dese." Her tiny hand held out a small plate of—it took the clone Captain a minute to recognize them—cookies. They were burnt, but it was certainly a thoughtful gesture of the youngling.
"Ah, thanks. I'll make sure to get these to the rest of the troops." He smiled, even though he had his helmet on. Jedi younglings, despite their youth, could probably pick up on his gratitude.
"We really hope you like them." The boy spoke up, his voice held a thick accent. Then the two younglings grinned and skipped away. Dents heard the boy say, "I think he liked them Rishy."
"I know" their voices were fading now, "I couwd feel something in da Fowce Liam…"
Shaking his head, Dents went to go give the "cookies" to the rest of the squadron.
She was shaking, backed up against a wall. A trooper with armor she recognized leveled a blaster at her. She could feel tears welling in her eyes so she squeezed them shut. But all it did was make the tears come out the corners. I don't want to die, I'm only six standard years. She thought. She looked up at the trooper. He tightened his finger on the trigger. Then stopped, and tilted his head. "Rishy?" the helmet muffled the word, but she knew her own name. She nodded.
"Please don't hurt me." She whispered.
"I'm afraid I don't have a choice." The clone lifted his head, then he thumbed something on his blaster and fired.
Rishy wanted to moan. But she didn't dare. Clones were still walking all around her. I should be dead. She reached out with her primitive abilities in the Force. Warm fuzzy shapes floated around her. That means there are still clones here. She didn't understand what she was feeling at first, fear was a stranger to Rishy. But that description seemed all-to accurate for her emotions. She'd felt panic when the clone had been about to shoot her. But now fear was settling in. Why aren't I dead? She wondered, she didn't know much about blasters. Her tummy hurt, but it wasn't the kind of hurt that meant skin had been broken.
Trying to calm herself, she reached out again to the force, looking for Liam, she always knew his shape, it was. The clones are going away! She felt the last warm fuzzy leave the room. Then a hot sharp outline entered, more powerful than she was used to but… A Jedi! Knowing that only the Jedi would be able to see her, she opened her eyes. She saw a boot, then, raising her eyes, she was a head. She knew this Jedi.
"Master Skywalker!" she whispered, relieved. With a smile she sat up, then she sucked in a breath. His eyes… Master Skywalker's eyes had always been an honest blue, but now they were…yellow. He activated his lightsaber without speaking. Then brought it back to cut her down. She made a small frightened noise—then another fuzzy shape came from nowhere.
"Anakin." A sad voice cautioned. She looked to her right, to see the outline of a bearded man. He was taller than most humans. But that wasn't what struck her, it was the fact that she could see through him! "Anakin what have you done?" The man looked down at her and whispered, "Run little one, don't look behind you."
Scrambling backwards, Rishy made it out of lightsaber range. I won't die, not today. She rushed to her feet and ran down familiar once safe and friendly corridors until she got to where she wanted to be. A small service entrance, too small for adults, but she had seen Master Yoda use it. I don't know where it leads, but its my only hope. The young girl tapped the wall next the little secret exit; a panel slid open. Rishy let out a breath she hadn't know she'd been holding. Then she vanished into the darkness as the door slid shut behind her.
A thanks to Lady Vader, Darth Comrade, Evil Tree, and Frodo's Girl Forever for commenting on Ahsoka's Fate!
I tried to get Rishy's perspective right, since she is six. I'm not sure how well I did, so advice is definitely wanted.