Reminder: Please kindly note that this is a remix of angelrider13's fic titled: Resist Order 66. This has been written with her permission and blessing.

- We're leaving Strauss Allie, Neyo, and Glenn in the sand to rest. Now, we must fly high to feel the wind and see Plo Koon, Jag, and the Pack.

Of Jag, Plo Koon, and the clearing of the fog.

Jag thinks he would find Cato Neimoidia beautiful if he can actually see the acidic ocean below, the massive rock arches on his left, and the tall green trees on his right. But right now, he thinks the fog suits him best. After all, fog hides all and he thinks it's best that the others flying so close yet so far do not see the emotions on his face.

The fighter hums beneath him and he relishes the feeling of flying and being free when he should have been dead and blown to ashes for what he did on Katraasii. He had accepted his fate then. But apparently, fate had different ideas when General Plo Koon had approached him, held out a hand, and bade him to stand up to a new master.

A kinder one.

And he had honored that vow with blood and tears. The 104th had accepted him into the fold and he became part of the Pack in one blink and the next. He has brothers now who will follow him to victory or death. He has a General now who will listen and acknowledge him through thick and thin.

He has a new ARC-170 fighter and everything feels like a dream as the entire squadron slices through the fog like Plo Koon had sliced through battle droids in combat many fights ago.

And surely, surely, this is a dream because only in his dreams does he hear this order, echoing into his very soul.

Execute Order 66.

He knows he responds because the holo that had said those 3 terrible words vanishes, but what he actually says is lost to him; his mind is becoming as muddy as the fog outside his cockpit and this surely must be a dream as dead silence fills his comms.

No one protests against the injustice being wrought upon them but perhaps, they can't as Jag's hand moves with a mind of its own towards the laser cannon.

Execute Order 66.

It hurts. Something is pounding in his head, but it lessens as his finger curls around the handle of the laser and suddenly, abruptly, Jag is no longer in the fighter. He's among the twisting castle grounds and the white white walls that are now splattered with the blood of his brothers. His brothers who had followed his orders. His brothers who are now dead because he had gotten them killed over something disgustingly trivial like Pride.

He flinches and he's back in the cockpit, his mind still as foggy but slowly, so very slowly, starting to clear because he will never betray the kindness Plo Koon had bestowed upon him with something as disgustingly horrendous like Betrayal.

Execute Order 66.

His body is still moving, fingers pulling the trigger, when he finds himself ripping his controls forward so his fighter is now between his brothers and his General. His shot goes wide, illuminating the scenery around them briefly before it fades back into grey. The pounding is worse now but he'll do anything, suffer through everything if it means he won't murder his General. If it means his brothers won't murder the only good thing they've ever had in this blood soaked galaxy they were born into.

His comm flares to life and for a wild wild moment, he thinks it's the hooded figure come back to finish what it had started. Instead, he sees nothing but his General's concerned face.

"You've broken formation," Plo Koon states more than asks. "Was there a misfire?" There is an unspoken question of the General asking if Jag is fine, but Jag cannot answer when his throat is closing in on itself.

"Captain?"

Worry laces his General's voice and Jag can only blink in response, swallowing hard, because his General's kindness is going to get him killed.

"General," he grounds out as the pounding in his head beat some far-off melody that resembles troops marching with heavy heavy boots. "You need to leave."

"Why-"

"Wasn't a misfire," Jag gasps out. "Tried to kill you."

Long long silence greets Jag and he thinks, maybe it is a dream, maybe he's actually shot his General, and this is some kind of hallucination he's created to prevent himself from acknowledging what he's done. But then Plo Koon moves for the first time since he appeared before Jag; his General tilts his head to the side as other voices start crackling on the comms.

"Sir, you have to leave," Comet chokes out. "Order 66…"

Then there are no words for their General's face seem to cave in on itself as he stares at something in the distance. Plo Koon takes a shuddering breath in and out, in and out, before he seems to refocus back to the present.

"Impossible…," he murmurs to himself, but Jag can hear it as clear as he can hear the fighter's engine humming beneath his feet. He's sure he's not the only one who hears it as Boost speaks up.

"Sir, please, you have to leave. Don't make us- we have to eliminate-" Boost cuts off, not willing to finish his sentence.

Plo Koon is shaking in his seat but they all pretend not to see it.

Wolffe snarls then, voice tighter than anything any of them has ever heard before. "We can't control it. You must leave. If Jag moves away between you and us, we're going to fire." There is anger in the Commander's voice and Jag know without a doubt that Wolffe is using all his willpower to still his hands and speak right now.

"Where?" His General finally whispers and the whole question is heard without it ever being said. Where is this order coming from?

"The Supreme Commander," Sinker answers quietly and Jag can physically feel something in his stomach rise up. Plo Koon puts a hand to his heart and the sight of it breaks everyone of their own hearts; their General is being pulled apart and there is nothing any of them can do but watch.

"Sir," Jag repeats, ignoring the aching in his head and heart, because he loves his General and he will not let him die on this foggy planet where the ocean will eat away his bones. "Leave."

"Please," he pleads when the General stays quiet for a moment too long.

There is a beat, two, where it seems like the General will not listen and will stand his ground among the massive rock arches and tall tall trees.

"You deserve better," Plo Koon says at last in a mournful tone.

W0lffe speaks for them all when he replies, voice bereft of all things good, "We already have the best."

"May the Force be with you," their General recites after a long long beat and several broken voices echo back, "And with you."

Then Plo Koon is gone, his ship breaking formation and slipping silently into the fog. He disappears within seconds.

That night, all military holdings on Cato Neimoidia- Separatist and Republic alike, all the Empire's now- burn.

A/N:

- As I try to write as canon-complicit as possible, I write this from Jag's POV rather than Wolffe. Wolffe is close to Plo Koon but in canon, Jag is ultimately the one who shot the General down when Order 66 was given. For those unfamiliar with him, Jag was a Commander at the time of the First Battle of Geonosis. However, he was demoted after his failure at the Battle of Katrassi which is referenced in the story. He joined the 104th Battalion when Plo Koon offered him a spot in the Pack.

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