This story begins as order 66 is taking place. Through Jacek we see his memories of the past as he learns to grow with his master, and how the world really works.
"Jacek stay down!" His master orders and Jacek could hear the screams of men as his master turned her sights onto them. He tries to ignore the sounds, and the pain of death all around them. Men they had trusted betraying them. Trying their hardest to cut him down. When one of them grabbed his wrist is when he thought it was all over. It was Franks the newest member of their unit. The man had a gun pointed straight at his head. That was it, it was all over now, but with a loud bang Fanks fell, and Jacek darts his eyes back and forth trying to find the source of the defensive shot. His first thought was of his master but when he glances up she is still fighting against an ongrowing number of clones. When he spots the one who had shot down the clone he was shocked to see it was Appo Smithers. His master's commander.
"Run!" The clone orders. "Before I do something I can not stop." He declares as he lowers his blaster and aims it at Jacek. The warning was more than the young padawan had expected, and he took it to heart as he ran away.
"Jacek!" He could hear his master's call as he left. The caamasi continues to run. His feet only stopping when he was good and lost. Lost in the woods of a planet he knew not. Left with the nightmares of the fight. Unsure of how he would survive.
"Jacek, wake up." He hears the sharp command through his nightmares. A slight shaking on his shoulders.
"M-master?" The young padawan asks.
"Yes." His master answers. She wore a grim expression as she tended to the food in front of her. "You were having night terrors again. I told you not to look. Your species' memories are too vivid for such travesties." Her silver robes were torn. The blue stitching on them were stained black in a few places. He can only imagine that was a result of the blood she had split.
"You need to eat." She hands him a leaf with a range of food sorted upon it. He takes the food within his hands and sniffs it. None of it was toxic. The smells ranged from pleasant to simply odd. His stomach growls from the emptiness within it. He eats the food greedily.
"Did it really happen?" He asks again. For the last three days they had been surviving in the wilds on this planet. Running from their former men. Brothers in arms that had taught the padawan much.
"Yes it really happened. Yes we were betrayed. Franks was killed by Appo in a moment of clarity. His blood was the one that took to partially staining your clothes. Yes you thought I was dead and yes we are stuck here for now." His master says with no sympathy for the young boy's fears.
"Go back to sleep Jacek. I am going to go out and find more food. Tomorrow when the sun rises we will find a way off this planet. I will not die here." She swears, still giving the little amount of food in front of her a look of contempt. "You will not die here. So rest, and dream of happier times. Happier memories if you can." Master Sierra recommends. Jacek scoots closer to her. She raises an eyebrow. Curiosity playing in her eyes.
"Can I just sleep a little closer to you. Until you leave, please?"
Master Sierra sighs but allows her young padawan to scoot closer.
"Thank you." Jacek whispers gratefully to her.
"Sleep now." She orders.