This is actually an idea inspired by Kuroyuki no Ryu's story One for Ten. It's really good and I suggest reading it, especially if you're looking for a long-lasting fic (it's 123 chapters). Anyway, onwards with the story! Oh and,
I DO NOT, HAVE NEVER, AND WILL NEVER OWN STAR WARS: THE CLONE WARS. I ONLY OWN THE MAIN CHARACTERS YOU WILL READ ABOUT.
MARINA BERICHVAN
CIVILIAN ; SPECIES: (HUMANOID) BIMM ; AGE 10
Marina was scared.
She didn't think she had ever been quite so scared in her entire life before.
The droids had come. Mom and Dad had told her to run, she heard the blaster shots, the screaming, the silence that followed.
Marina wasn't stupid. She knew Mom and Dad were dead, she knew she would most likely die.
That didn't mean she was just going to sit back and wait for death to come knocking.
No, Marina would give herself the best chance of survival she could: she'd run as fast as she could, and wouldn't stop until her lungs screamed and her legs gave out.
She was running through the fields, fields that were burning and smoking and making her eyes water and her throat burn. She screamed in her native tongue, Bimmini, it coming out more similar to a harsh song rather than a scream of terror.
Her heart pounded, she could feel herself growing tired, weak. But she couldn't give up! Not now! She could see where the Republic base was! She was so close! She screamed for help again, she could hear the horrible mechanical sounds of the droids behind her.
How could they not see?! Her entire village was burning! Why weren't they helping? The Republic was supposed to help, not ignore the destruction around them! The Jedi were supposed to help! They were supposed to care about the other creatures of the galaxy! Her people practically worshipped the Jedi! And this was how they were repayed?
Marina screamed as she tripped. She was so close! She cried, this was where she was going to die, she just knew it. She refused to accept it though. She scrambled to her feet, took off sprinting as fast as her oh so horribly short legs could carry her.
The base doors were opening, there was shouting. Marina internally cheered, they had heard her! They were going to help! She whooped and howled in joy. They were going to save her! She wasn't going to die! Not today!
Marina was so close now. She could feel her freedom. She kept running, her freedom was waiting, her life was just ahead. She reached out as though to grasp the still distant base.
A blaster shot.
A scream.
Marina recovered from her shock to see the lower half of her right arm had been shot clean off. The wound had been cauterized immediately, there was still a minute amount of blood dripping from it. She held the stump of her arm as she sat, collapsed, on the ground.
She was supposed to cry, right? She had just lost most of her arm. She felt nothing, there were no tears to shed, there wasn't even pain, just a numbness that crawled over her entire being.
Instead, Marina did what she was taught to do. She turned and continued to run to the base. She could always grab a blaster if need be, but she was just a little girl. Emphasis on little, she was only three quarters of a meter tall, tall for her age as a Bimm, but rather short compared to, well, everything. She knew how to use a blaster, but barely, the Bimm were a peaceful people even in times of war.
She was only about three hundred meters away now. Far, but closer than she had been. The droids were closer.
Two hundred and ninety meters.
Two hundred and eighty.
Two hundred and seventy.
Pew! Pew!
Marina was slowing down, she was losing precious energy.
Two hundred and sixty.
Two hundred and fifty-five.
Two hundred and fifty.
There were clones coming out of the base now, a Jedi leading them.
Two hundred and forty.
Two hundred and thirty-five.
Two hundred and thirty.
The Jedi had focused on her, they were shouting at the clones, pointing at her.
Two hundred and twenty.
Two hundred and fifteen.
Two hundred and ten.
Pew!
Marina's luck ran out simultaneously with her energy. She fell, panting, gasping, clutching her stump of an arm.
She couldn't make it. She was going to die.
She lay on the ground, waiting for her time. Her heart felt ready to burst.
"Keep running!"
Someone was shouting at her, telling her to keep going. Who was she to disobey?
Marina got up on weary legs.
She ran.
Two hundred and five.
Two hundred.
One hundred and ninety-five.
One hundred and ninety.
The Jedi was next her, deflecting blaster shots.
She collapsed against them. Her heart was pounding.
"You're okay. You're safe now," the Jedi told her. When Marina looked up, she saw a young man with brown-orange hair and kind blue eyes.
She smiled.
Marina collapsed.
The Jedi shouted. A medic came over.
Marina's heart had burst from over-exertion.
Bimmies (Bimms?) are actually canon. Google it.
Dove, out.