Hey Guys! Shadowlight17 here! I'm a new author here on fanfiction, and I've wanted to share my thoughts pertaining to my favorite fandoms for a couple years now. I'm glad you all get a chance to enjoy this and I hope that you do enjoy it. I'm sorry that this chapter is so short. I'm wanting to get a steady update schedule sometime soon, so for now enjoy chapter two of SoP. Please R & R and enjoy it!

- Shadowlight17

Fading away. I was fading away, I was...drooling? I blinked. The searing pain in my chest was gone, replaced by the heavier feeling of my older armor. The datapad I'd apparently been reading was spazzing out because of the drool on it. I was slumped over my desk aboard The Resolute. Or that's what I assumed. I sat up and almost immediately wished I hadn't. The world spun and I felt like puking.

"Whoa...okay…"

When the world stopped spinning quite as nauseatingly, I realized that I was indeed aboard The Resolute.

"This can't be right."

I muttered aloud. I looked back down at my desk. Datapads piled high over it in chaotic disarray, my helmet sat precariously on the edge and my pistols were laying down next to my chair. The gray durasteel toned even the bright lights down and the glow from the dozen datapads made the room seem like a briefing. I glanced at the hastily scribbled date at the top of the report on the first datapad.

"Oh force...it CAN'T be…"

I reeled back. And my back hit the chair. I leaned over and held my head. The last thing I remembered was the Battle for Mandalore...and well... dying…From a quick estimate, it seemed to be a little after the Battle of Christophsis and the Hutt fiasco. Just then, my comm started signaling to me that someone was trying to contact me. Hands shaking, I reached over and pressed the button that put the call through.

"Captain! Are those reports finalized?"

General Anakin Skywalker's voice fizzed through the comm.

"Uh, yes sir. They're in order."

My hands shook again right along with my voice and I mentally steeled myself and my muscles.

"Rex? Are you okay?"

The brisk tone that had opened the conversation vanished and General Skywalker seemed worried.

"I know it's soon Rex, but you need to open up. They didn't give their lives for nothing."

I was confused for a moment and then it hit me.

Torrent Company. Teth. Ventress.

"Oh."

Was all I could manage. The silence grew palpable.

"Rex…"

I took a sharp breath and stopped Skywalker.

"I know. I'm sorry, sir. I'm just...tired. We all are."

It seemed as if General Skywalker nodded before he realized that the conversation was over comm.

"I agree...are you still fit for the briefing?"

I grimaced. Even if the past 3 years of war were all a bad dream, I couldn't for the life of me remember what briefing the General was talking about.

"I'll be there, Sir. Which war room?"

"3. Be there at fourteen hundred hours."

"Yes Sir."

The comm clicked off and I was left in the dingy gray office.

I closed my eyes for one second and everything flashed through my brain. And I mean everything. All up to the moment of being impaled. The sharp pain was fresh and vivid in my mind as much as on my chest. The smell of ozone and dust filled my lungs and my vision dotted over with red and black. I inhaled sharply and grasped at my chest. My chest plate was whole. The vision faded away all but the dull throb in the center of my chest. I hastily undid the many straps and buckles and slid my underlayer shirt over my head. There, on my chest was a scar. One I knew I hadn't had this early on. It puckered up slightly and the pain throbbed when I touched it. I let my fingers explore it and stared at the ugly thing. Another throb had me instinctively grasping at it and to my combined amazement and horror it shrank and faded before my eyes. The pain eased up and it was barely a bump of a scar now. Another pain and it was a thin circle of slightly discolored skin. This terrifying cycle continued until my muscle lined chest was just as it was in the days following Teth…

"Oh sithspit…"

It was real. The plot, the force. Fives, Echo, Cody, Ahsoka...

"No...no way in all the galaxy am I repeating history…who even has the power to do that?"

I asked myself frantically. Breath, actual living breath, coming in short, ragged gasps.

"That's it. I'm crazy."