The Clone and the Jedi
Chapter 2: Escaping the Empire
For an hour, Stitch just stood in place, comforting the Jedi sobbing in his shoulder.
Chara had sensed the death of most of the Jedi, and she even sensed the burning of the temple.
She was in so much pain.
Some may not believe it, but Stitch knew how Chara felt.
Stitch had lost many men during the war.
Fellow soldiers.
Ones below his rank, and some above.
Brothers.
And he was now against them by helping Chara. He felt odd about it, but knew he couldn't worry about it now.
He knew what it was like to lose a part of yourself.
Chara had lost her fellow Jedi and the temple.
Stitch had lost a part of himself whenever a trooper died, and by leaving the army. Both literally, and figuratively.
Both felt torment within themselves, losing so much, and now living in a galaxy that was now so different from the one they knew before.
They only had themselves to confide in now.
And both felt unease at times.
Stitch knew that Chara most definitely had killed ¾ of their crew.
And Chara knew that it was only a removed biochip that stopped her from getting shot by her companion.
But the unease went away as soon as it came, since they both knew that nothing could change what happened.
They simply had to move on, and be there for one another.
After what seemed like hours, Chara and Stitch finally got a hold of themselves.
She looked into the visor of Stitch's helmet.
She may not have been able to see into Stitch's eyes, but she could feel what she was also thinking.
They had to get off the planet.
Sure, they had their ship, but they needed supplies for the journey they had ahead of them.
But where exactly could they go in order to get what else they need?
Well, the only other place around for miles.
A droid camp.
The one Chara and her squad were headed to attack before Order 66 was issued. There would be weapons, maps, and anything else they needed for the journey they would soon be a part of.
Both of them knew this.
Chara was the first to speak, "So, that camp we were headed to should have what we need."
Stitch replied, "But how will we get through there? It's either sneaking around, or blast our way through….unless…."
Chara let out a confused noise and let Stitch explain.
"If we could get our hands on one of those tinnies, we could reprogram one and get it to help us in our little raid."
Chara retorted with, "That's ingenious!"
Stitch, "Of course it is! I thought of it."
Chara snickered at the phrase her commander just spoke.
With a nod to each other, the two set out through the jungle, on their way to a camp full of droids who didn't even know that they might as well been on the same side as the clones they have fought for years.
It was only a 4 minute trek through the yellow light that peaked through the trees, when the two found themselves hiding on the outskirts of a droid camp filled with battle droids.
Battle Droids.
Super Battle Droids.
Destroyer Droids.
The works.
The two warriors slunk into a tent, where maintenance was done on droids.
And it was there that they found an old beaten up battle droid, with that standard color most were painted in, and blast marks on the left edge of his torso, slowly clinging to being functional.
When he saw an Arc Trooper with orange markings, and a young blue woman dressed in the robes of a Jedi, he was both startled, and didn't care. He was just glad someone was working to help him.
Stitch whispered, "What about this one? No one's gonna notice him gone."
Chara replied, "I suppose. He just needs decent repairs."
Stitch, "Alright. So, who carries him?"
The battle droid replied to the statement, "First, my name is B1-999. Second, I don't care as long as I'm allowed to get out of here."
The two looked at the droid with utter confusion about what he just said.
Stitch, "You aren't scared of us blasting you?"
B1-999, "A little, but then again, why would someone go out of their way to destroy a damaged droid?"
Stitch replied, "Fair enough."
Chara, "You heard him, carry Nines outta here".
Stitch picked up the droid and said, "Do you give nicknames to everyone you meet, or are we just special?"
Chara smiled and replied, "Both."
The Clone and Jedi carried their newfound cohort, 'Nines', as carefully as they could though the forest back to the ship in order to repair him, and get him to help them ransack the droid camp.
As Chara worked on the repairs, Stitch could feel her unease.
He asked, "are you ok? I see that look on yer face. Something's wrong, isn't it?"
Chara brought her mind back to Stitch.
"I'm sorry. I'm just worried about so many Jedi. Especially 2. Master Nimoy and his apprentice, Misha. They were on a training mission when Order 66 hit. I just hope they are alright."
Stitch pondered her words for a moment, and replied.
"I know how ya feel. Even though Rico obeyed the order, he was line of my closest men during the war."
Chara, "Aww, you know Rico. He survived the attack, so I'm sure he'll find his way through all this."
Stitch, "I guess you're right. Now, let's fix this droid up…."
And so, that's Chapter 2. I am planning 2 other fanfics that involve what happens to Master Nimoy and Misha, and what happens to Rico. So stay tuned!
