Her eyes snapped open. Her desperate lungs sucked in a deep breath. The dust particles in the air caused her to cough. The last thing she remembered from the battle was being slammed into a cliff by a grenade blast and then blacking out. Groaning, she tried to get up, placing her hand further out to help her up.
It landed in something with a sickening squelch. Something dark and red. Mouth parted slightly her eyes followed it to its source. A clone. From the 617th Legion. A clone from her and her masters' legion.
She scrambled upwards. Bodies were littered everywhere. And there was blood. So, so much blood.
No.
She stumbled forward and felt her horror building and at the same time, felt nothing. Then she spotted it. The green blood of her master surrounding his body.
No.
She was not close to her master. He very firmly believed in the 'no attachments' rule. But he was a fair master, a kind master, a good master. He was often distant with her and the clones, which somewhat of a problem with her people needing social contact and the bonds of trust and love. So she had turned to the clones instead. Who all lay dead around her.
No.
She looked around bewildered and confused. 'How did this happen?' she thought. Slowly turning round to take it all in. Her breath caught.
NO.
Hanging from where he had been pierced through the chest by a piece of rock was Jack. Her brother.
Please NO.
Blood dripped from the tips of his boots where it had travelled down from the wound in his chest. It also dripped from his chin. Mouth hanging wide open, eyes unseeing. The red was a stark contrast to the white and black of his armour. His brown eyes dull, skin pale.
Please NO. NO!
She stumbled towards him. "Jack? Wh- what are you doing up there? C-come down, you could hurt yourself." There was no reply. Upon reaching him she found her forehead reached the top of his feet. "Jackie?" she craned her head upwards to look at him. He seemed to be looking back at her. A drop of blood landed between her eyes. She screamed.
…..
Master Luminara staggered as she was hit by a wave of pain, agony, grief, and loneliness that swiftly moved through the force. She looked up, eyes narrowed. "How far are we from our destination?"
"Not far sir."
"We must get there as fast as possible."
"Yes general."
…
When they arrived what they saw was a massacre. All the troopers of the 617th legion lay dead. The ground of the planet was usually a soft blue. It had turned completely red with blood. Luminara heard a clone softly whisper, "Commander" and followed his pointing arm. The horror she saw must have prevented her from hearing the young padawans cries. The girl was clinging to the leg of a clone trooper, crying hysterically. Her face covered in blood. It looked to be both hers and the unknown troopers.
Moving her turned out to be a terrible idea.
The moment someone had tried to pull her away she lashed out, screaming. Her punches and kicks were erratic her eyes solely fixed on the clone. Her entire body twisting and struggling to get away, to get back to jack. Her screaming was rising in pitch. In the end they had to knock her out.
She woke up a day later in the med bay, her eyes dull and lifeless.
