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.

- Part 2 of 2

Of Yoda, Luminous Beings, and Crude Matter.

It comes neither slow nor silent. Instead, the Force had flooded into him, fury and fright all at once. Yoda is dimly aware of his cane faltering in its step as he staggers; lights twinkle in the distance before going ominously dark.

Jedi. All these deaths are Jedi. And there is nothing he can do to stop the slaughter as something echoes far far away and he wonders if it's his heart and soul tearing apart. Chaos surrounds him as the sound of battle punctures through the Force; Yoda comes back to himself just as something shifts behind him.

Something is wrong as that something becomes someone, and then two someones, as Commander Gree approaches from behind, footsteps barely audible beneath all the crashing and burning of dying stars. Scout has already become inconspicuously silent and the only sound now is Yoda's cane finally thumping down onto the floor after its initial miss.

The two clones' Force signatures waver and splinter behind him and there is a whisper of metal against metal as the Force explodes. Little pieces assault Yoda all at once and it's like he's seeing things anew between the seams of space and time. Like the way Gree never falters even as his signature is laced with desperation. Like the way Scout nods in rote even as his signature is bellowing with panic. Like the way thousands upon thousands of voices are being silenced as their signatures scream and blink out of existence.

Something explodes in the distance and Yoda is dimly aware that a battle is still happening beyond his peripheral vision but he can't focus on that; Gree's emotions are flowing off him in waves so great that it's threatening to drown them all in ashes. Yoda feels more than hears the Commander still for a beat, fear lighting the clone up from the inside out. Then, there is nothing but stillness as Gree and Scout pull the trigger and Yoda moves.

The Force is still whirling and it takes no effort for the Jedi Master to direct it towards the two clones. Gree flies backwards and cracks against the rails of the treehouse that Yoda had seen him look at so lovingly as a temporary Home. But it is Home no longer for any of them as Scout screams- his blaster's battery pack had exploded, leaving his hands and arms scorched.

Yoda lands in front of Gree and he can still feel the horror and despair flowing off the Commander the same way the Force had flooded just moments earlier. There is something dark clouding his signature but as the Commander blinks weary, sad, angry eyes up at him, there is also a hint of something akin to Hope tingling the edges of his signature.

Relief…

But for what?

Somewhere on the edge of chaos, the Wookies are urging him to flee as one turns to him, shoulder and back bare; Chewbacca's intentions are clear and it's the one thing that pulls Yoda from the deep as the Wookie bends just slightly for the Jedi to clamber on.

Yet, even with his back turned, the Jedi can still feel the simmering anger and the feather like touch of Hope lying in a tangled mess behind him. One is dimmer than the other as Scout stirs in the background, hands a fiery red and arms a sooty black. The brighter signature is slowly fading as the Commander fights for consciousness but sleep calls him… and even the strongest needs rest.

Yoda feels more than sees both soldiers succumb to the deep and knows that something has broken. Not just here, but everywhere as the Force continues to whirlwind around him with the sounds of thousands upon thousands of stars collapsing in on themselves.

Then, he feels nothing but air as Chewbacca jumps. They don't touch the ground for a long long time. He holds on and tries to ignore the cries and the silence that follows that echoes in the Force. Tries to ignore the bone weary sadness etching itself into his body. Tries to ignore the way the galaxy sudden seems too dark for a universe teeming with starlight.

His cane lies forgotten on the treehouse floor, once more amongst its wooden brothers.

The Fall has only just begun.

Far far away in the darkness of a room, a single tear falls from former Padawan Offee's eyes.

A/N:

A super short one for now from Yoda's POV. I tried really hard to write Yoda the justice he deserves but I'm unsure how it ultimately came out. But I'm putting it out there anyways so I hope y'all enjoy :)

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