EARLIER

To rescue master Piel and stage an attack on the Citadel—a place designed to restrain and confine Jedi who were dangerous…. It was a mission of a lifetime. Something only trusted to the most worthy—to those they could spare who they knew would come back.

Sola was honored when Master Windu gave her the okay. She would be joined by Masters Kenobi and Skywalker along with a clutch of clones. Only a small group would be able to enter in so they must stay prepared.

"I understand Master Windu." She bowed her head to the hologram. "I will be there for the briefing on time and…I promise…I won't let you down."

As his figure fazed out, she looked around her at the senators on the shuttle.

"Hello? Master Jedi?" A woman, Chuchi, came out and greeted her. "We have all returned and are ready to head back to Coruscant."

"Very good." Sola nodded to her. "We will leave immediately. Just received a message from the council so I will leave you all at the secured spaceport and then I have to head to the temple."

"Oh I understand." Chuchi said and gave her a warm smile. "And I'm not worried. We wouldn't feel much safer than in your care."

"It's my pleasure, Senator Chuchi." Sola bowed her head and turned. "Let's get inside."

Both women walked up the ramp and the shuttle took off moments later


Alarms went off around them, blaring in their ears. Sola was anxious. She glanced at Obi-Wan who sighed and looked back.

"Well, they know we're here." He said, thinking. The citadel loomed around them and the lava thrashed below. Their rescue mission was now compromised.

They crept into the facility, dodging security droids on rounds.

"Take out their surveillance," Anakin commanded. They killed the cameras only to have defensive protocols start firing at them. Sola's blade sprung to life and she deflected the bolts she could while the clones took out the devices one by one. They took care of them.

"Smart of them." Sola said. Obi-Wan glanced at her and she finished. "But bad for us."

"The walls are electrified!" A clone yelled. "Go! Go!" They ran down the tunnel and slipped to the side, with the large net of energy taking the clone with it. They'd already lost two.

"Master…" Sola said lowly.

"We must keep moving," Obi-Wan said, starting their walk. Sola exhaled and looked over to Rex. He was dutiful as always. But she could see the tenseness in his shoulders. Two clones gone and they had just made it in.


EARLIER

"I'm deployed by the council to join a rescue mission." Sola told the trusted friend to Padme Amidala, Senator Bana Breemu. The human woman nodded and gave a sigh.

"Of course they would have you," Breemu spoke to her via the hologram. "If anyone can protect this damsel, it is you."

"Your confidence honors me." Sola smiled at the woman.

"You have given me reason to have such confidence in you." Breemu smiled back. "All the time you have served the Republic, I cannot think of another I have felt safer with."

"I try milady." Sola said. "I try my best."

"It is known to all who have been at your side." Breemu spoke. "I understand this rescue is jedi business…but if it requires your services…I just wish you luck. I know those battle droids—if that's what you will face—don't stand a chance against you but…bodyguard types usually are the ones to be…in harm's way." The woman paused. "I have put in a request for you…whenever your mission is finished. And when you come back from it."

"I'm glad to hear I have people waiting." Sola laughed.

"Those who would see you hurry back to the safety of the Republic," Breemu said.

"I will be fine, senator." Sola said soothingly. Breemu's tone changed.

"Of course you will." She said with more assurance but whimsical. "Be careful…on your mission. Stay careful Master Jedi…Sola."


They had located master Piel and were searching for his captain. They followed the clone into the corridor. Sola kept her grip near her saber.

"It's too quiet, master." She said to Obi-Wan.

"Let's hope it stays that way." Obi-Wan replied.

Before them, special ops droids appeared. Sola and Obi-Wan drew their lightsabers. From behind, more appeared, who were challenged by Anakin and Ahsoka. There was a stalemate.

"Spoke too soon." Sola said to him right before the droids attacked. With speed and purpose, they either neutralized the clones or jumped over them. Sola rolled back as one came to where she was. Obi-Wan confronted it and it grabbed his arm. Sola saw Ahsoka fall with a droid atop her. She lashed out and severed the droid's hand that had Ahsoka's pinned. Ahsoka, hand now free, severed its head and stood. Sola also rose to her feet. Soon, all the droids were disposed of. But they had been set back. Sola panted, looking to Obi-Wan for instruction.

"We need to keep moving!" He said. Sola followed behind slowly.

"It doesn't feel right." She said to the group. Second later, a piercing noise filled their ears. Sola covered hers and watched as their weapons floated to the ceiling. Along with Anakin.

"Skywalker!" Sola gasped in surprise.

"Anakin!" Obi-Wan cried.

"Master!" Ahsoka yelled.

Droids descended on them and the group fought back. Sola spun and kicked one away from her, only to be knocked to the side by another. She righted and faced off with it. She kicked off the wall to take it down, smashing it into the floor. Anakin's body fell a few feet away and it began to rain lightsabers and blasters in his wake. Sola scrambled to her feet, her lightsaber clutched in hand, and they butchered the remaining droids.

"We need to keep on." Sola said to Obi-Wan. "We need to get out of here." Rex ran to Anakin to help him up. They set off down the corridor again.


EARLIER

Rex and Sola walked away from the briefing together, as the rest talked and Anakin bickered with his apprentice. They would leave in a few hours.

"Dangerous." Sola spoke first. Rex nodded.

"Very." He said and glanced her way. "But it isn't like we haven't taken on dangerous before. With similar odds."

"Maybe…" Sola said but her face was calculating. "Yet this place…is designed to subdue Jedi… by the dozens…or hundreds." She looked at him. "I have never been against odds that great."

"Yet you have been in situations with similar probability of achievement." Rex said to her. Sola yielded that much. He continued, "We have Skywalker, Kenobi, and some of the finest troopers I've worked with. And ourselves." Sola grimaced slightly.

"True…" she nodded. "But a situation this heavy…seems a little too dangerous…especially…" her eyes cut, "nevermind." Rex understood, however. He understood her perfectly.

"Especially what?" He asked her, eyes narrowing.

"Well, given how this facility can battle the skills of Jedi, it isn't the best idea—"

"To send less than Jedi?" Rex finished for her, eyes hard and nose hooked as he put it together.

"Yes." Sola said back, bluntly. Rex scoffed and looked to the side.

"So we equate to clankers…that it?" He asked. Sola cut her eyes and shook her head.

"I never said that." She said with stoicism that was cracking. "But the force—"

"I can take care of myself." Rex said bluntly. "Have been since the Battle of Geonosis."

"No one is denying you can," Sola said, standing straighter. "But against such a force?"

"My brothers and I have crushed thousands of droids and enemies who have brought Jedi to their knees." Rex said harshly. "We can battle any force—including the one you jedi wield."

"It doesn't matter now does it?" Sola asked, a tad exasperated. "We're both going."

"One of us with more confidence." Rex said, eyeing her. "The other…lacking faith in her team."

"The question isn't about faith." Sola said. "It's about reasonable doubt…and worry for you."

"I don't need a bodyguard." Rex said firmly. "I need a team player." He is about to walk ahead but stops and turns to her, "one to watch my back…not worry about it."

He walks on and she sighs after him, her eyes narrowed on his back.

"Sola?" Ahsoka asks from beside her. Sola tries to snap out of it. Ahsoka's eyes look from her to Rex. Sola can't discern how much she heard.

"Ahsoka. Hi." Sola said to her. "Sorry…about your not being able to come with us." She talks and Ahsoka's expression changes as she does. But Sola's mind remains far from the present.


"After you Master." Sola said to Master Piel as they climbed towards the landing platform. They were in the Citadel now and had not only located Master Piel and Captain Tarkin but were headed out of there…if they could. The group had split into two and she followed General Kenobi and Piel to the surface where Obi-Wan was asking for the shuttle.

"A probe!" A clone yelled. Sola glanced up in time to see Piel jumping high after it, right on its heel, his green saber glowing. Sola ducked out of the way as the metal droid came crashing down. And then the doors started to close, one by one.

"Move or you'll be cut in half!" Obi-Wan yelled down. Grey closed all around them. Sola scurried to the side, moving a clone out of the way with her. Another was not fast enough. Other clones tried to grab his arms but it was too late. Sola watched as the metal door closed and with a sickening crunch, the man was decapitated around the waist. Sola gasped, seeing the trooper's body become limp before her eyes.

"Target…" a closeby trooper said in a hushed voice, dropping the trooper's arm. His name presumably. Sola hadn't learned it. She saw Obi-Wan's crystal blue saber cut through the floor, creating openings for them to continue. She looked back at the dead trooper with dread. Because he felt a lot more like Rex than Target in the moment….

"Sola." Obi-Wan approached her. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine master." Sola centered herself, looking up into his calm face.

"Come on." Master Piel said. "We've already lost more than enough time."


Rex followed behind Skywalker and Tano, escorting Tarkin. They had made it out but had split up with Kenobi—and Sola. Rex was focused on the mission but he had lingering worry about their faction. He knew he shouldn't. But Sola thought she was more than capable, surpassing Rex's skills obviously but this place was made to keep Jedi in….

"This pipe leads to the top of the ridge where R2 will pick us up and get us outta here." Anakin explained. He ushered the Captain upward. Rex stood guard with Ahsoka, all following Skywalker's lead. They made their way up the shaft. The molten and lava surrounded them, their steps echoing around the hatch as they moved through it. They were to rendezvous with Kenobi when they got there. If everything went well.

"Let's move it!" He heard Skywalker say. Rex moved along with them all, realizing he was not quite up to speed with the rest.

"Alright, Rex?" Ahsoka said to him, falling to his pace.

"Yes." Rex answered her instantly. "Just trying to remap this place in my mind."

"It's a labyrinth." Ahsoka agreed. "But we'll be out of it soon."

"Right." Rex agreed. He hoped they would—all of them.


They had been captured. Sola's body buzzed, her face stoic with still anxiety as they were all ushered into a room. Sobeck stood before them, waiting. Hands on her head, Sola watched the alien man walk down to greet them snidely. She could feel his every footstep sending tremors around them. His intent was murderous. And Obi-Wan was right at her side, hands on his head as well. Just as vulnerable as she. It killed her.

"There is no emotion," Obi-Wan whispered, clearly feeling her apprehension.

"There is peace," Sola recited back through nearly closed lips, feeling part of her uneasiness melt away as the words rolled off her tongue.

"I must say, you're not at all what I pictured." Obi-Wan said to Sobeck, voice charming and taunting. "Someone with such a soft voice." Sobeck came to stop before Obi-Wan, glaring in his face. Sola held her breath, her scalp hairs prickling.

"I want your half of the information. Give it to me now!" Sobeck growled, walking up and down their line. He stopped before Piel. "Or I'll start executing your men."

"This is war Sobeck." Piel said with complete confidence. "We're all prepared to die to protect that intel."

"Really?" Sobeck glared. He took a blaster, pointing it at a clone's face. Sola tensed. The shot fired, blast hitting right into the trooper's helmet. The now limp body crumpled to the ground with a schlump. Sola's eyes were stoic but her lips were pressed hard together. Sobeck was ruthless. Killing clones like it didn't mean anything. Rex's earlier words creeped into her mind. We're made to be expendable. Sola's stoicism was morphing into a glare quickly. Sobeck, after there was no reaction, brandished the weapon towards another clone. Sara braced.

"Sir, we have located the other group." A droid interrupted. "And our droids are closing in on them." Sobeck moved away but Sola couldn't hear what he said. Her mind was fixed. The other group—Skywalker's group. Their team, with Rex, as well as the other half of the information. They were ushered back out by droids and Sola's mind kept picturing the worst.

"Master…" She finally found words as she trailed behind Obi-Wan.

"Wait." Obi-Wan told her. They stopped. She recognized R2 and remained silent as they were exchanged in to disguised R2's care. They walked a ways with the astromech, away from the clutches of the enemy, before Obi-Wan began to talk once more, freeing himself of shackles. Sola's despair was lifted somewhat. But not by much.

"Master, what of Skywalker and his team?" She asked Obi-Wan. "They've been spotted."

"No need to worry." Obi-Wan said. "They will just switch to plan B."

"Which is?" Sola urged.

"You'll see." Obi-Wan said soothingly. "That is what we'll switch to ourselves." He eyed her, placing a calming hand on her shoulder. "You're very worried. Steady yourself."

"Yes master." Sola sighed. "It's been hard to center myself here. To harness these emotions…."

"Designed to subdue us, I can understand why." Obi-Wan nodded to her. "But you can't let it tilt you off balance. We need to have steady minds for what's ahead."

"Of course master." Sola nodded. "But…if our backup plan is an escape shuttle…how do we know that Skywalker's team made it out to meet us there?"

"They'll find a way." Obi-Wan said. "And we defend our position long enough for them to get to us."

They made it to the shuttle bay finally, approaching the awaiting droids. Sola took in the cannons, lasers, and battle droids surrounding them, weighing each of them respectively.

"We're a bit exposed." She whispered.

"We just have to get onboard." Obi-Wan said. "If something happens, we'll scatter before finding each other to regroup." Their fake droid was now talking to the real one. Sola sensed something wrong. The droid received a message. She traded looks with Obi-Wan.

Without speaking, both leapt into action. Obi-Wan cut the droid in half and Sola backtracked, defending against the barrage of bolts. She ducked to one side, taking two clones on either side of her. Her blade sent blasts bouncing back at those who shot them.

She slunk back to the wall where Obi-Wan crouched. Brilliant blue greeted her alongside green as the side doors opened and a horde of people came at them, also crouching. She recognized Skywalker and Tano immediately.

"Sorry I'm late." Skywalker said.

"Nice of you to join us!" Obi-Wan quipped. Sola looked to those beside them but found only the Captain and the two jedi on their wall.

"We need to launch a full-frontal assault and take the shuttle!" Tarkin said forcefully.

"We have an even bigger problem. The turrets." Obi-Wan said. The bickering ensued, but Sola found her eyes wandering, out of her control. They darted around the field of battle, seeing the droids on speeders coming for them. But she was scanning for him, her panic growing with each clone she passed over not being him. Blasts rained from the sky.

"Look out!" Skywalker yelled, igniting his blade. Sola drew hers, whirlwinding as Skywalker and Piel stole a speeder from one droid. She tore down droid after droid, her eyes falling on countless clones. None with blue rectangles. Where was he!?

The shuttle went up in flames was her only answer. She gasped, not being able to hear it.

"We have to get out of here." Obi-Wan yelled. "Now!" They began their defensive retreat.

"Captain!" Ahsoka yelled. Sola looked her way and saw Rex leading his two other men back. He kept shooting, edging closer and closer to safety.

"Retreat! Everyone, follow me!" Skywalker yelled at them all. One by one, they did just that.


"We have to wait for rescue." Skywalker spoke as Fives gave them the brief on the terrain. They'd made it to a place where they could talk and regroup. They would have to keep moving but which way and how fast were their questions now. Ultimately, they were spacebound.

Rex fell to the side as the jedi spoke. He saw Sola with them, listening. He hadn't even seen her at the shuttle until they had been in full retreat. He wanted to speak with her, having the feeling she wanted to speak with him as well. He was right because, within minutes, she made her way over to him. Her face was plain but her eyes smoldered.

"Captain." She said to him in a calm voice.

"Sir." He inclined his head. "Are you doing alright?"

"Fine, fine." She said to him, eyes closing briefly. "And you?"

"Not a scratch." Rex assured her.

"Glad to hear it." Sola replied. There was a somewhat unsteady silence between them.

"I…we heard that you were ambushed…" Rex said tentatively.

"We were." Sola nodded. "Sobrek took us by surprise but we managed to escape him as he let his droids transport us."

"I'm glad you got out of that." Rex replied. Again came a silence. Sola hesitated and then righted herself.

"Well, we've still got quite a ways to go." Sola said. "Just need to prepare." She looks back towards the other jedi before speaking. "A route has probably been settled upon by now. Time to head out."

"This time together." Rex said. Sola did not make eye contact with him.

"This time together." She repeated and began her walk back to the group, Rex in tow.


Sola was leaving piercing white light for the darkness ahead. The air was cool yet not combatting the heat radiating off of her body. The clanks echoing off of the walls fueled her hatred, her bloodlust. Rex's voice came to her. As did Obi-Wan's. And she began to imagine, after this she would go for Ventress, then Dooku. She'd slaughter all who had hurt the ones she cared for. She would not let him escape again.

The disgusting clanker was running still. Sola felt her injuries but ignored them. But they made her noticeably slower, though she propelled herself forward through the force. The abomination darted right and she followed him. The spider always fled when there was no web as support. Her shoulder was bleeding and her focus was off, half from dizziness, part from some dark hunger within her and partly from the images flooding her mind. Obi-Wan standing over her, defending her with what could have been his last breath…Rex holding her hand. She cornered him and then came to a halt. The general looked at the wall, looking around and then back to her, his wretched mechanical head split into a glare.

"You thought you'd get away again?" Sola ignited her saber, the silver crisp. Her heart race hummed with it. The calm was disrupted by a passionate rage.

"It's time for you to die, small jedi." Grievous glared at her. "You cannot win against me. Not you, not Skywalker, not Kenobi."

"You haven't dueled me, general." Sola got into stance, her eyes dark and blunt. "I'm not aiming to capture."

Sola could sense his confusion but she acted, with a cry. Fire erupted as the blades caught on each other. Her movements were fluid and enhanced. She was merciless, even in her state. Her muscles were sore but she ignored it. Rex tumbled before her eyes—a hole in his armor…his hands clasping hers as he was spared by inches. She saw Obi-Wan, at the mercy of this mechanical abomination. The general stood above him. The blades ached for blood.

Fame and glory were in her mind but only as secondary. She was the righteous blade of republic. The Jedi, the Clones, all of them. They were to enact justice on the republic's behalf. Rex was right when he said they could be together and still serve the republic. The enemies were common. This ache to kill him would be gone. She'd move to the next but after all were gone, they'd finally be alright. The calm would return…calm. Sola was winning but felt the shift. Was her ankle sprained? Was her hair disheveled? She faltered but that was all he needed. A mechanical claw caught her in the face and sent her to her side on the floor. The pain was not overwhelming. Nor was it nonexistent. She felt her mind disorient, her rage abated by the confusion. And panic. Her already weary muscles protested. He came to tower above her.

"Succumb to my power jedi!" he laughed, coughing in sputters afterward.

"You don't know power" Sola said darkly. Her power was building. She built up the force's kinetic energy all around her.

"It is you who doesn't know." Grievous laughed once more. "And so you die." And with that, his blade swung down only to be blow off course. She flung him back with the force and, igniting her blade, cut another scar beneath the one he already had. Her blade had cut from his mouth to his right eye.

"I told you…I'm not aiming to capture…Grievous." She charged forward, landing yet another blow. The coward sought to run but Sola would not have it. She reached forward with the force, summoned her power, and choked his flesh/mech neck. He was suspended and gagging. She was surprised when she realized she was choking him. She dropped him, her surprise breaking her already waning focus.

The lightsaber came at her before she could recover. Her arm was caught—her last good one, the left—and she screamed. The general takes advantage. She manages to evade, calling upon the focus of the light. It is hard to break through the cloud of…darkness? Surrounding her.

"You will die!" Grievous growled. She panted, trying to steady herself and block the pain.

In a moment though, she saw him take another blade and begin to whirl them. Her anxiety rose and she backed towards the dark corner, avoiding the blades. Sola tried to judge how to move from it but he kept advancing. And then she began to twirl her own and stilled his. She maneuvered to disarm him and twisted.

Pain tore through her back as she felt his blades lace across her back. She spun away and grimaced, shaking—her back-now bloody and exposed—facing him.

"You lose Jedi!" He cried, jumping. Sola gasped and the saber swung down.

She bent backwards just in time for it to miss her neck but it impacted her stomach instead. She landed on her back but rolled away from him, scrambling to her feet. She wiped the loose strands of her curly hair from her face, the sweat forming on her brow. Her teeth were grit in pain and she held her stomach. The clanker was coming for her. She swallowed, body bruised and battered. His blades came in propeller fashion against but she was not having it. She called on the force and gazed at him. He lunged, blades swinging, and she dodged deftly, bringing part of the dirt roof down on him. He sidestepped and she took her chance.

Sola's blade drove into his side halfway to the hilt. She cried a cry of rage as she plunged it deep, ripping it out moments later to duck and roll away from any backlash. The general wasn't expecting that. He staggered and turned his gruesome face to her.

"Jedi scum!" He cried.

"Filthy, murderous clanker!" Sola shot back, meaning every single word. "Die like the thousands of filthy droids before you."

He ran at her and she dodged, slashing at him again, severing yet another arm. The clanker howled and ran further towards the light. Sola followed, boomeranging her saber as she did so. The general rolled away but he wouldn't escape. So close that Sola could feel him. She would have him. She would have him now

A beeping distracted her, signaling danger in her periphery. She saw the blinking on the wall she was passing. Before she could register what was going on, the wall was rubble, exploding outward toward her. Sola was knocked off her feet and into the opposing wall. Her skull imploded upon impact.

Sola was awakened by Rex's arm on her. She awoke panting and grabbing her hair, eyes wide with shock.

"Hey, hey. It's alright. It's alright." Rex said, grip on her arm firm. Sola swallowed down a dry throat. She croaked out a response that was unintelligible. Rex got up to get her water from the kitchen. He was in night clothes. They were at the Naberrie's country villa on Naboo. Padme had let Sola have use of it whenever she needed and after they had been rescued from the citadel, all attending were given meditative leave. Rex took time off. He returned with her water, which she downed greedily, soothing herself.

"Better?" He asked, knowing the answer.

"Much better." Sola nodded, looking up gratefully. "Thank you."

"This has to be the sixth time I've caught you having nightmares." Rex said to her somewhat sternly yet worry was evident. "Now do you want to talk about it?"

"No…not now." Sola said, sighing, eyes distant. They shared a bed. She adorned a nightgown. They could see the waves through the beautiful curtains to the side. Earthy beautiful. In that odd Naboo style.

"Will you ever want to talk about them?" Rex pressed her.

"I've already told you," Sola said lowly. "Obi-Wan says dreams pass in time."

"I mean will you ever talk about them with me? Let me in on it?" Rex reiterated. Sola groaned.

"It's nothing Rex. Believe me." Sola said. "Just…just dreams I can't shake."

"Is it the field work?" Rex asked. "They've happened since the crisis with the children and the holocron right?"

"I think so." Sola said half-heartedly. Rex sighed, sitting completely near the end of the bed, perpendicular to Sola who was sitting up near the pillows.

"Sola…these dreams…what they're doing to you isn't an everyday thing." Rex said a tad stubborn. "And you need to find a way to make them stop."

"I will." Sola said, equally stubborn. "I just need more meditation possibly—"

"More Jedi routine isn't going to solve it if it hasn't already." Rex said somewhat harshly.

"It's a little more complicated than that—" Sola sighed.

"Everyone has dreams." Rex interrupted, slightly indignant. "Jedi and clones and civilians. The nature of the dreams differ but it's not something I can't fathom." Sola felt herself give up.

"You know I didn't mean you couldn't understand the perplexities." She said tiredly. "Just like I explained earlier—what I meant by clones in the citadel—"

"I know." Rex assured her. "This isn't about that. I've moved past that completely. I told you I understood and I do. But this is different entirely. I'm concerned."

"I know you are." Sola rested a hand on his face, gentle with her touch but solid. "I feel it. But I am taking care of this—it's nothing I can't handle. They will pass. I promise."

"I don't even know what they're about." Rex muttered, still partially stubborn. "I'd feel better if I at least knew what was bothering you…'be able to get my bearings…."

"Just chaos, as I've said." Sola said, lies slipping through her lips easily now though it was hard initially. "Painful and flurried." She looks in his eyes. "But it's nothing I can't manage—I just need to find a way to clear my mind, calm it."

"I want to help you." Rex said simply. "To do that—to calm your mind so it doesn't come back."

"You are." Sola assured him. "You are—by supporting me in whatever ways you can." Rex let a small smile come onto his face which Sola returned, letting their lips connect.

"I feel calmer already." She teased after the kiss broke. Rex chuckled.

"I'm sure." He said, moving up to get into the bed beside her. "I just want you to know you have me. And that if something's hurting you—"

"Nothing." Sola wrapped her arms around his waist, nuzzling their bodies together. "Not now." She did feel the peaceful passion come over her—what she had been feeling ever since they had started this love affair.

"I love you." Rex said to her, holding her in his arms. "I'd do anything for you." He meant it with every fiber of his being. Securely vulnerable and protectively admiring the jedi within his arms.

"And I you." She whispered. Her mind was with him, feeling the words. She thought of Grievous, mechanical and cold. She'd kill him eventually. Of that she was sure. Every time she pictured it in her sleep, the clearer it became. It was closer, approaching her. And though she didn't know what these visions were about (what planet, her wounds, her various deaths), she knew she was only getting pieces of a scenario that involved her and Grievous—which was really all she needed to know. She had a plan for finding out exactly what path this was. And when she did…she'd decimate Grievous and all those who attacked those she held dearest to her, especially the man, trooper, clone whose arms were holding her tight this night, releasing her mind and body from the pressures of outside…for now.