It's been a month since I was made Admiral. I've led the men under my command to victory every time. The clones whisper about the changeling Admiral and her run of completed missions when I walk by, before they're told to shut up and show some respect by their commanding officers. In my mind it is a form of respect.
I jumped out of the LAAT and sliced through several droids, shooting the ones out of range with my DC-13 pistol. I spun and sliced a droid in half, then stabbed another. I led my men into the canyons, hoping to get to that Seppie base before the droids knew we were here. We were almost to the base when something pushed me into an offshoot in the canyon. Rocks fell, covering the entrance. I heard a lightsaber hum as I lay dazed on the ground. then I heard the clones yelling. I got up and did my jango-jumper trick. I reached the top and jumped down into a mess of dead clones. I stood up and heard another lightsaber activate.
"Well, changeling, how do you like my handiwork? Not bad, hm?"
"You'll pay for this." I told Ventress, activated my lightsaber and attacked her. I swung my blade against hers, going for the openings but she always seemed to move away just in time. She Force pushed me against the rocks and ran as I slid into night.
When I woke up I was in my quarters. I got up and went out, feeling battered and crushed. I looked for my troops before I remembered that they were all dead. I went back to my room and collapsed on the bed, mourning the deaths of my friends.