Chapter Ten~ Corellian Rainbow
The Corellian plains were scorched in the morning light as the war raged on. The group of soldiers under control of General Kenobi had been fighting here for days, weeks, and what felt like months and years without end. Although it had not been months, yet, the end never seemed near to the lone Eleutherian. Jyana, now suddenly a commander found herself with more responsibility than she wanted. She had always despised war.
The star of the system did not shine upon the battle plains. There was a single ray of light piercing through the grey, but that was too far away. It felt like dusk but it was but the early afternoon. Soon enough the sky erupted with a downpour like one in many cultures' flood stories.
Jyana looked up into the sky, her face now covered with water. Her chocolate tresses were stuck to her neck and face and she needed to move her dripping hand to clear her line of vision.
She squinted her eyes to look for the General but could not see him. The Clone Troopers marched about the battlefield, feeling as if they had served the enemy a lasting defeat. Jyana knew better. This battlefield may be finished, but there were more to fight. Far too many more.
Jyana had found no evidence for Centerpoint and nothing loomed before her but a grey, cold and wet future. She felt as if there was no hope left and yet she reminded herself of a great man's immortal words. There is always hope.
Completely randomly Jyana saw a duck followed by its wet chicks waddle across the field.
Wet chicks? She scratched her head.
"Jyana."
She turned around to face Obi-Wan Kenobi. His sleeves of his tunic had been ripped off and there was a huge slice in the fabric that exposed his glistening chest. He had a cut on his right bicep that bore an odd shape. His blue-green eyes were tired and weary. "You look terrible," she said with a smirk.
"But I thought you liked me this way."
"Oh, a ravished Obi-Wan Kenobi? Sure. Add one to my clone order."
"What?"
"Nothing."
He shook his head and went to business. "The troops appear to be done here. We are awaiting relocation orders."
"Okay. I'll alert my squadron."
"They've already been alerted."
"What???"
"I've already alerted them."
"You went over my helmet???"
"Helmet? What? I'm the General here."
"Oh, oops... Sudden flash back to another time and another place of great evil."
"What is that?"
"Hollywood... er... it's too much to explain."
"Uh okay."
"There is more? Continue."
"You have been called to Coruscant, Jyana."
"Excuse me?"
"Masters Yoda and Windu requested a private meeting with you. I will be coming to Coruscant as well in time, but you were summoned to precede me."
"Such large vocabulary for such a youngin."
"Pardon?"
"Trust me. You don't want to know how old I am."
"I was taught it was unwise to ask a lady her age."
"Even though I surely ain't no lady, you were taught well grasshopper."
"Huh?"
"War does odd things to my mind. So I'm to travel alone?"
"That's what they told me to tell you."
Jyana then nodded. She knew that somehow in the battle she had become scantly clad. Her back was exposed and her black jumpsuit had turned two piece, her top more like a halter top with uneven sleeves. The silver cuffs were still well in place.
But the way Obi-Wan now looked at her made her extremely uncomfortable.
And yet she took another look at him and decided that he did not look terrible after all. It was just so fun to say that he did and wait for interesting reactions. His reactions made her days go by faster. Why she cared so much though was beyond her.
They had to part, so she simply turned on her heel and left him with many thoughts floating through his head. Their exchange had been quite odd, and sometimes Jyana wondered...
She turned and looked back. Obi-Wan wore a smug look on his face and completely stripped off his shirt. With that Jyana made her way to find herself a ship to yoink to Coruscant. Why she was so tormented at the moment she didn't know.
She noticed on her way out that Padmé had her white jumpsuit cut up in the same manner Jyana had hers.
And then there was Anakin. Shirt completely lost somewhere in battle, his skin shimmered in the now parting clouds.
As Jyana took to her newly yoinked ship, a rainbow formed across the sky.
There was always hope. There evident glistening through Corellia's sky was a promise of hope.
But wherein did this hope lie?
The Corellian plains were scorched in the morning light as the war raged on. The group of soldiers under control of General Kenobi had been fighting here for days, weeks, and what felt like months and years without end. Although it had not been months, yet, the end never seemed near to the lone Eleutherian. Jyana, now suddenly a commander found herself with more responsibility than she wanted. She had always despised war.
The star of the system did not shine upon the battle plains. There was a single ray of light piercing through the grey, but that was too far away. It felt like dusk but it was but the early afternoon. Soon enough the sky erupted with a downpour like one in many cultures' flood stories.
Jyana looked up into the sky, her face now covered with water. Her chocolate tresses were stuck to her neck and face and she needed to move her dripping hand to clear her line of vision.
She squinted her eyes to look for the General but could not see him. The Clone Troopers marched about the battlefield, feeling as if they had served the enemy a lasting defeat. Jyana knew better. This battlefield may be finished, but there were more to fight. Far too many more.
Jyana had found no evidence for Centerpoint and nothing loomed before her but a grey, cold and wet future. She felt as if there was no hope left and yet she reminded herself of a great man's immortal words. There is always hope.
Completely randomly Jyana saw a duck followed by its wet chicks waddle across the field.
Wet chicks? She scratched her head.
"Jyana."
She turned around to face Obi-Wan Kenobi. His sleeves of his tunic had been ripped off and there was a huge slice in the fabric that exposed his glistening chest. He had a cut on his right bicep that bore an odd shape. His blue-green eyes were tired and weary. "You look terrible," she said with a smirk.
"But I thought you liked me this way."
"Oh, a ravished Obi-Wan Kenobi? Sure. Add one to my clone order."
"What?"
"Nothing."
He shook his head and went to business. "The troops appear to be done here. We are awaiting relocation orders."
"Okay. I'll alert my squadron."
"They've already been alerted."
"What???"
"I've already alerted them."
"You went over my helmet???"
"Helmet? What? I'm the General here."
"Oh, oops... Sudden flash back to another time and another place of great evil."
"What is that?"
"Hollywood... er... it's too much to explain."
"Uh okay."
"There is more? Continue."
"You have been called to Coruscant, Jyana."
"Excuse me?"
"Masters Yoda and Windu requested a private meeting with you. I will be coming to Coruscant as well in time, but you were summoned to precede me."
"Such large vocabulary for such a youngin."
"Pardon?"
"Trust me. You don't want to know how old I am."
"I was taught it was unwise to ask a lady her age."
"Even though I surely ain't no lady, you were taught well grasshopper."
"Huh?"
"War does odd things to my mind. So I'm to travel alone?"
"That's what they told me to tell you."
Jyana then nodded. She knew that somehow in the battle she had become scantly clad. Her back was exposed and her black jumpsuit had turned two piece, her top more like a halter top with uneven sleeves. The silver cuffs were still well in place.
But the way Obi-Wan now looked at her made her extremely uncomfortable.
And yet she took another look at him and decided that he did not look terrible after all. It was just so fun to say that he did and wait for interesting reactions. His reactions made her days go by faster. Why she cared so much though was beyond her.
They had to part, so she simply turned on her heel and left him with many thoughts floating through his head. Their exchange had been quite odd, and sometimes Jyana wondered...
She turned and looked back. Obi-Wan wore a smug look on his face and completely stripped off his shirt. With that Jyana made her way to find herself a ship to yoink to Coruscant. Why she was so tormented at the moment she didn't know.
She noticed on her way out that Padmé had her white jumpsuit cut up in the same manner Jyana had hers.
And then there was Anakin. Shirt completely lost somewhere in battle, his skin shimmered in the now parting clouds.
As Jyana took to her newly yoinked ship, a rainbow formed across the sky.
There was always hope. There evident glistening through Corellia's sky was a promise of hope.
But wherein did this hope lie?