The penultimate chapter – I've also finished the lightsabers – they're fairly close to what you all described, but for obvious reasons, they couldn't be 100% accurate. But yeah – I'll be dropping the pinterest link at some point.

The Starchaser, The Gaulus System

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Corrin stood beside Cero, lightsaber ignited and flourishing and twirling the blade around, sending the blue bolts into the durasteel walls while his Master deflected the bolts back into the clone troopers.

The large wookie let out a growl as he threw a mighty elbow into the keypad. It fizzled for a moment before a heavy door dropped in front of Corrin and Cero. The wookie then set about sealing it shut with his lightsaber.

"Thank you, Barhyatt," Cero said as he walked to the other side of the room, typing in the code for the door. "We can either go left to the escape pods or right to the hangar. Three Jedi should be enough of a force to…"

Corrin stopped paying attention as his legs gave way. His breathing was shallow as he rubbed a hand against his stinging, honey-gold eyes. He knew he should be brave, he knew he should do something more, but he just wanted to go back home. He wanted to see his parents again, his aunt and uncle and his cousins.

Corrin felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up to see Cero there, staring deep into his eyes. "Those clones are now our enemy, boy," Cero informed him, "we kill them or they kill us, you understand me?" Corrin nodded. "Do you understand me?"

"Y-yes, Master."

"I cannot afford to waste time looking after you. You want to be a Jedi, this is what it means, apprentice." Corrin nodded as Cero pulled him to his feet. "Barhyatt, how many of them are coming here?" The wookie growled in response. "What, you don't know how to count?" The wookie let out another throaty grumble again and Cero cursed, kicking a small plastoid crate across the room. "Palpatine, you damn traitor…" he muttered.

"Palpatine?" Corrin asked.

"Who the hell else?" Cero muttered as he walked towards the door, readying his lightsaber. "Barhyatt, we make our way to the starfighters."

Barhyatt stood beside Cero, igniting his lime green blade and taking a high guard.

Corrin took a breath. He didn't have a choice – if he stuck with Master Cero, everything would be fine. Cero would see him home safe.

Cero waved a hand and the door slid open. The Jedi Master, Knight and Padawan all exited the room, running down the wide hallway and towards three lines of clone troopers. The three of them deflected the bolts with Barhyatt advancing forwards with a fierce roar. Clones began to fall, but the klaxon blared and more could be seen in the distance.

Barhyatt's lightsaber deactivated and rolled away as a blue streak singed the hair on his shoulder. Several more hit him until he fell to the floor, groaning weakly and crawling towards his lightsaber.

Corrin suddenly fell backwards, clutching his eye as his lightsaber crackled and rolled down the corridor. He scrambled after it, only to find a sizzling hole where the crystal used to be. Corrin's eyes fell on the door to an escape pod. He looked back to see Cero cursing and slashing wildly as he approached the clones.

"Master!" Corrin shouted, frantically keying in the code. The door opened and he looked back to Cero. "Master, please!"

Cero grunted and continued charging the clones, summoning Barhyatt's lightsaber and igniting the second blade, slashing and slicing his way until he stood in front of Barhyatt.

"Get him!" Cero shouted to Corrin. "Get Barhyatt!"

Corrin tried to move towards Barhyatt, only to see blue bolts of blasterfire spray around the escape pod. "Come on, Master!" Corrin said to Barhyatt. "Please!"

Barhyatt looked from Corrin to Cero and pushed himself to his feet, letting out a howl and charging the clones.

Corrin looked back to the escape pod – he couldn't help them without a lightsaber. More than that, Corrin was scared. He felt it grip his ankles, rooting him to the ground as he watched the two figures kill and shout. He'd never killed anything before.

Cero turned back to see Corrin. He pointed a finger. "Apprentice, don't you-"

Corrin clambered inside and frantically pressed the button to eject the pod planetward.

He was left standing there, looking through the small window to see the Jedi become distant figures. Corrin slid down onto the floor – what had he done? He'd… he'd left them behind to die. He was a coward, a traitor – a Jedi would've been braver than him. He was meant to be Cero's apprentice.

Corrin looked down at the broken lightsaber in his hand – good. He wasn't worthy of it. He let it drop from his fingers and onto the floor as he sat in the chair, pulling his knees up to his chest and screwing his eyes shut, wiping his pale, tear-stained cheeks on his woollen britches as the pod soared towards Lokori.

Once again, Corrin had failed Master Cero.

Yup, another short one. But I feel like there's a fair bit to talk about there. So, drop a review and stuff and I'll see you for the final chapter of Fall of the Order in a few hours.

Also, I've decided to hop between this and my RDR series, so you'll be waiting a lil' bit for the next installation of this.

R.