Chapter 1 Order 66
The droids had been taken care of. Master Ki-adi-Mundi bowed his head and could hear his clones talking. He sensed something was wrong. Ki-adi-Mundi turned just in time to block two shots from the clones. The third however, hit him square in the chest. The wise, old Jedi fell to the ground and the clones shot him until he died.
Aalya Secura was looking. There was nothing there, just like yesterday, and the day before. This mission was, quite frankly, boring. Suddenly she sensed enemies. But there was no one around except the clones…the clones. Aalya Secura spun but was shot dead before she could do anything.
Plo Koon and two clone pilots were shooting every thing out of the air. The Jedi was in the middle and the clones ships were at the sides, slightly behind. A perfect position for the clones to destroy the Jedi's ship then. That is precisely what happened, after the order came through. Plo Koon could do nothing to prevent the inevitable. The Jedi master screamed in agony as the cockpit burst into flames.
Jedi master Dam-un-jou stood over the corpses of the clone attackers. They were meant to be his bodyguards but because of a damn hologram from the damn Chancellor they became his enemies, now they were dead. Dam-un-jou's yellow lightsaber had cut through their limbs and the clones bled to death. Shame really, he had just started to warm towards them. Dam-un took out his hologram disc and tuned it in towards Mygeeto but the figure of Ki-adi-Mundi was shown blocking shots with a look of shock on his wrinkled face. It was the clones. Dam-un's heart sank when a laser hit Ki-adi-Mundi in the chest. Dam-un clenched his eyes closed and fought back the tears as he tuned it into Aalya Secura, a close friend of his.
Dam-un knew what it was going to show before it did. Aalya Secura's corpse was what it showed. Dam-un wanted to cry out in anger, to scream in fury but he didn't. He was no Sith lord. Dam-un turned his anger into sorrow and, for the first time in his life, wept. Once he regained his composure, he wiped away the tears and tuned his hologram disc towards Grand Master Yoda, someone he somehow knew had made it. A hologram of a small, old alien appeared. Dam-un sighed a sigh of relief and spoke in an accent similar to Obi-Wan-Kenobi's. "Master, the clones are turning you need to leave now,"
"Relax, master I know," came the calm, soothing answer.
"Where do you plan to go?"
"To stop Palpatine, Corusant,"
"I wish I could join you, master,"
Dam-un couldn't because he was stationed on the farthest reaches of the Galaxy before order 66. He didn't know what order 66 was- the Jedi hadn't been informed of such a thing, of course. Dam-un had only one question on his mind. "Are there any others alive?" Yoda bowed his head into a nod before answering, "Obi-Wan-Kenobi." Dam-un waited a few seconds for Yoda to complete the list then realised he had.
"None others?" His voice was full of sorrow. Yoda shook his head solemnly and the Grand Master's hologram cracked then disappeared. Connection bloody well lost.
Typical.