Hello everyone! This is my first (well that I personally wrote) and probably only fanfiction ever. So tell me what you think about it. Please? Even if it is the worst fanfiction ever please tell me.
The men had told me stories before they died. Of a woman they saw. They had said that she was an Angel. She cried a tear for each life lost the men told me. They said her voice was the most beautiful thing they had heard and that she spoke to them. Telling them that their job was done and they were free from their nightmares.
One trooper, just a shine, told me before he died that she had called him by name. Not his number that all clones were born with but the name he had chosen. He said he tried to ask her how she knew his name but she knew what he was going to say. She told him that he was never a number, that the Creator knew his true name before even he did. After the trooper told me this he died less than a minute later.
Another brother said she was the Guardian Angel of the 501st. That she felt joy for our victory and sorrow for our passing. The Creator she spoke of was so great that we couldn't imagine, he had told me. I thought then if she was a Guardian and this Creator was as great as the trooper said, then we're so many of our brothers dead? The trooper knew what I was thinking. His last words were "she isn't the Guardian of our bodies but of our souls" then he too was gone.
I didn't really believe the dying troopers as they told me of an Angel who walked among our fallen brothers and wept for those who were lost. That was until I too saw her. On Kiros, I saw her holding a dying trooper's hand whispering kind words to him. When he was gone she looked up to me, I saw two tears rolling down her cheeks. She gave me a small smile then she was gone. But I knew what I had seen, our Guardian Angel was real.
I saw her only a few times throughout the end of the war. Walking among the fallen or whispering to the wounded soldiers. Then Order 66 came. The one from our darkest nightmares and the Jedi Purge began. Fives and Tup tried to tell us but we did not listen and so they lost their lives. I have not seen the Angel since the war's end. She was the Guardian Angel of the 501st not what we are now. We have became faceless monsters to the galaxy. No longer fighting for the freedom of the people. Just for an Empire that should not be.
I believe when my time has ended I will see her again along with the Creator she told the wounded about. My time as a medic was over long ago, I hope my time as a killer will be over soon as well. Then I will be Kix not a number to be thrown away. She made all who saw her a promise that she will be there when they have stepped out of the darkness and she will welcome them home with the Creator.