Waking up at the start of the end of the world,
But it's feeling just like every other morning before.
No one knew it was coming. The days on different planets and on different ships across the galaxy had started as normal. Some fought, some won battles and some pulled back to reassess situations. People returned for reassignment and some were brought back to be healed.
Screams rent the Force as blasters turned on once friendly targets, bodies falling almost simultaneously; regardless ship, tundra, desert, grass.
Now I wonder what my life is going to mean if it's gone,
The cars are moving like a half a mile an hour.
Knights, Masters, all dead. But the Padawans? If they survived the initial purge, the battles immediately after- then they were captured.
The redhead stares out the window of the vehicle she'd been unceremoniously rounded into, crushed in with several fellow Padawans. Some wore tears on their faces, worried, afraid- and she didn't blame them one bit. The shock still sat too heavily on her own shoulders to cry.
What had become of the Republic? What would become of the remaining Jedi; were there Jedi remaining or were the Padawans the only ones left?
And I started staring at the passengers who're waving goodbye
Can you tell me what was ever really special about me all this time?
If the public knew which vehicles carried prisoners... oh, and hell, sometimes they did... there was nothing but derision in their voices, in their mannerisms, in their postures. The Jedi had fought to protect them, and this became their lot. Death or captivity, and Force only knew what captivity would bring under this new rule.
I think it turned ten o'clock but I don't really know
And I can't remember caring for an hour or so
Started crying and I couldn't stop myself
There was a clock but it didn't work right. An eternity passed in heartbeats of time and barely would the girl be brought back to her cell before something else happened. Bruises faded and new ones took their place.
Her world had been torn apart in seconds and there were holes in her awareness. Holes where friends had once been. She couldn't sense them, she couldn't sense many other Jedi and-
the Padawan broke down, hugging her knees to her chest and crying for the first time since it all happened.
Say your goodbyes if you've got someone you can say goodbye to.
There wasn't anyone else left. Fellow Padawans she could sense, some breaking under the pressure in seconds and others walling themselves off to all influences in an attempt to survive this whole.
I'm sorry.
Was all she could think.
I could've been a better Jedi, I could've saved some lives when it all exploded but I didn't.
No one knew this was going to happen until it was all too late.
There is no one on the corner and there's no one at home
Now it's over for me and it's over for you
Screams echoed now and then, of pain, loss, anger... she couldn't bring herself to care. Once a healer, now nothing more than a husk of her former self. What was there left in this world? She couldn't reach out, she couldn't hide within, and she couldn't be no one.
Let's see how far we've come...
Months passed, and time had not been kind, persuading once green eyes to turn amber, lightning crackling around her fingertips. The Padawan was not one of a dark persuasion, not one prone to violence, but time and again, violence had been her only answer to questions, so violence she had adopted. Within a year, only one standard year... she had turned against the Order that had once been her family.