A/N: Another darn good song.
Today I killed, He was just a boy
Gunfire. Explosions. We were backed into a corner, and they just kept coming and coming…We had been on the field for at least two hours already. How much more could I take?
Eight before him, I knew them all
"More ammo!" A clone screamed. "I need more amARRGH!" His cry was cut off when a blaster bullet shot through his heart. At least he did not suffer.
In the fields a dying oath:
Clones were falling left and right. I could not move fast enough to deflect every bolt, and save every life. Even Master Cartiér could not move fast enough.
I'd kill them all to save my own
It was too much, far too much…we would all die here, wouldn't we? He was coming, and he had killed so many Jedi in the past. Would we, only five Jedi masters and a tiny handful of still living clones, be able to stand up to him?
Cut me free, Bleed with me, Oh no
"We will have to, Shaak," Master Cartiér said as she deflected another bolt and destroyed another battle droid. They would not stop…they would not stop! They would never stop!
One by one, We will fall, down down
"Breath, Shaak," Adi said. "Just breath, and let the force flow."
Pull the plug, End the pain,
"But I can sense him! He is almost upon us!"
Run'n fight for life
"And we will take him on, or die trying," Ki-Adi-Mundi said. Another clone hit the floor. He was the last. The droids halted their assault suddenly, and he presented himself before us.
Hold on tight
General Grievous, four lightsabers taken from murdered Jedi at his belt. I saw Master Fisto's old padawan's saber among them. My heart clenched. I would take it back.
This ain't my fight
"Jedi. You have held out here much longer than I expected, even after my battle droids killed one of your own."
Deliver me from this war
Yes, Master Richie. He had died a swift death, shot straight through the head. The horrors of war.
It's not for me, it's because of you
The droid general split his arms, and the fight began. I knew I was fighting for my life, because if I faltered for even one second, I would fall. His four arms moved completely separately, battling all five of us with ease.
Devils instant my eternity
Grievous suddenly focused on Master Jonthar. The tall Mon Calamari ducked and twisted, but he could not avoid four lightsabers at once. He hit the ground in three pieces, to a cry of 'No!' from Master Cartiér. Her hesitation was her downfall. Her head hit the ground before the pieces of Master Jonthar had stopped rolling.
Obey to kill to save yourself
"Master!" I cried, and Adi yanked me out of the way as I nearly suffered the same fate. Ki-Adi swiped at Grievous and took off one of his arms. The droid general snarled and attacked with the ferocity of a hundred Sith.
Cut me free,
"Master Ti! Master Mundi! Master Gallia!" A gunship swooped low over our heads, and the familiar faces of several Jedi appeared. Master Yoda. Master Windu. Plo Koon. Obi-Wan. His insolent apprentice. Jiam.
Bleed with me, Oh no
Grievous snarled once, something unintelligible in a language I did not know, and then retreated, leaving his droids to be cut up by the many whirring blades.
One by one,
But none of it mattered, because she was dead, and gone. Dead and gone. Master Cartiér was gone. I realized I had tears in my eyes as I knelt beside her body, still gushing blood all over everything.
We will fall,
"At least she lived long enough to finish your training, and even to see you become a master," Jiam said. He knelt down and put his hand on my shoulder. He had lost his first master to an illness that ravaged the Zabrak species and killed most Zabrak Jedi. Eeth Koth and Agen Kolar had been the lucky ones.
down down
"But she could never die…" I whispered. My own voice sounded alien, hoarse and tired. My clothes were stuck to my body with sweat. My eyelids were drooping, now that the rush of adrenaline and excitement from the battle was over.
Pull the plug, End the pain, Run'n fight for life
"Close your eyes, and sleep, Shaak," Jiam said. "It's alright."
Hold on tight, this ain't my fight
