I see my opportunity it's now or never, and we need to get out of this horrible place. "This is our only chance!" I call to my brother. "Come on!" I snatch a protective shield as I sprint to protect our only way off planet. I dash through blaster fire to get to the ramp with my brother tagging behind. I see the commando droid manning the turret. I don't have a clear shot, but maybe somebody else can get him while I distract.

"Echo! Look out!"

Too late, I turn to get a better look and see that the droid locks on and the ship behind me is hit by the turret rounds. A violent explosion of bright light and noise tosses me mercilessly through the air lifting me as easily as dust on the wind. My whole body erupts into horrible pain as I fly towards the ground or a wall. I think my helmet's been torn off, I can feel hot air on my face. Fives? Where are you? Fives?

"Echo!"

I hear Fives scream my name, but he seems to far away. I reach, but I'm reaching into blackness. Fives! Where are you? Help me! You're supposed to have my back. I sink into nothingness, cold and lonely.

Fives POV

I can't believe it, no I won't, he can't be gone. I pick myself up from the blast screaming for my brother. Echo, why'd you have to be so brave? Why didn't you hang back just a few seconds more? Why didn't Skywalker hit that kriffing driod? He had a clear shot and plenty of time.

"We have to go."

Sure General Kenobi, now, after Echo dies, you realize this was a losing battle. I look back to the scene of the explosion wanting to go and search for my brother. I shake my head in disbelief still reaching for a brother who's not there. It's a ll a nightmare. Echo's helmet lays among the wreckage. It's charred and still smoking. I choke back a cry and follow after the others. He's not gone. He's not gone. It's just a nightmare. I keep repeating over and over in my head.

I stand, searching the wasteland landscape of this rotten planet, I'm on watch, but I can't keep my mind off Echo. Tears streak down my cheeks, right now the components in my helmet are the least of my worries. What if he's still alive? What if we abandoned him to torture or a lonely death? We should have at least checked. No, you saw his helmet Fives, he's gone, toughen up and accept it. He's not coming back to base. I turn back to Rex who's waiting for my report, he doesn't show it, but I know the loss has hurt him too. Just by the way he's standing, rigid with his arms crossed and head down most of the time, and he's been very quiet.

"All clear Sir."

"Good." came his short reply. And that was it, he went silent again.

"That landscape is nearly impossible to cross." I spoke up, desperate to get my mind off Echo. "How will we get to the rendezvous point?"

If the General's even said anything, I wasn't paying attention. I gazed back over this hellish landscape wishing that I had been with Echo and not so far behind him. I shouldv'e died with him.

"-We beat them once, we'll beat them again."

You call this a victory? I wanted to scream at the Jedi master. I lost my last brother!

"Let's go."

I cast one last glance behind us and followed after the group, trailing dejectedly in the back.