Starkiller sat up, panicked. The unexpected weight of two little boys on his legs drew him up short. The long haired clone curled closer to him, eyes opening.
"Morning, Commander," he said.
"Tup," Starkiller said absolutely bewildered, "Why are you and your brother asleep on my feet?" Here the other clone sat up shyly.
"We missed you..." he said softly. Starkiller's eyes softened. He patted each boy on the head then frowned.
"We've met before, but I don't think I've gotten a name out of you yet." he says to the clone.
"CT-8538. I don't have a proper name yet, but some people have been calling me 'Dogma'-"
A chill runs down Starkiller's spine.
"Dogma!" Starkiller cries. Plastoid armor bumps against his chin and cheek as Dogma pulls him close, but with Starkiller's leg trapped, there is little the clone can do.
"Dogma. My lightsaber." The clone's fingers scrape at the jedi's belt.
"Sorry, General," he says, lighting the bright blue blade, "This is going to hurt." Starkiller's heart wrenching scream pierces the air...
"Galen?" Master Ti asks softly- she's been calling him for awhile it seems. Starkiller looks up to meet her gaze.
"Wha–?" He murmurs hazily. She embraces him, her relief swirling through the force.
"You gave our poor little cadets quite the scare; are you feeling alright?" Starkiller takes a moment to genuinely consider her question.
"I feel like I just woke up from a long dream." Master Ti nods, sits next to CT-8538 and pulls Tup into her lap, absentmindedly beginning to braid his long curly hair.
"Visions sometimes do."
"A vision..." he whispers, thinks of the jedi temple ruins, thinks of the rattling breath of the sith stalker, thinks of the glassy eyes of the dead jedi. He thinks of his father and of Kota and wishes he could ask advice on this. Instead he gets out of bed, dresses, and wanders off to find Commander Colt, leaving both the little clones and his master behind.
