StarWars: Order 66- Threw the Eyes of Ashla.
I sit wondering about Master Yoda, surely he was alright. I believed in this as the Togrutas fear the Akul. I sat there in complete fear. Although all of us were afraid we dare not show it, as fear leads to hate, which fuels the dark side. We watch as the door opens to see a sad man, almost as sad as Tatooine's third moon. With one lonely tear, he raised his hand, and shut the door. I didn't want it to end like this I, Ashla, needed to be ready to fight for the Jedi. Anakin, like convincing jawa's to take scrap metal, made quick work of the job. I wasn't ready to die, I am to young I wanted to be like Anakin before he started to become evil. Half of us were gone it smelt of rotting flesh in a Rancor's cage. Anakin left leaving most of us with the Troopers. I made quick work of about ten of them before running to get to Anakin, I'm sorry "Darth Vader". I was quickly surrounded. Although Yoda was my master, I failed to trust my instincts and panicked. The Troopers, as heartless as the man giving the orders, shot me eight times. I, Ashla, like many other of my Sisters and brothers Jedi, was subdued by the Order of Death. Order 66.