CT-27-5555 POV
"Help! Help! HEELLLLLLLLLPPPPPP!"
I shot up from my sleep, feeling like a raccoon... whatever that thing is. Echo told us about it.
I saw an alien, Kit Fisto`s type, run down the hall.
"HEY!" CT-782 ran out of his bunk, only in his pants like the rest of us. "What`s wrong, munchkin?" He kneeled down.
"Viao. She-she- knife- lightning- " He panted. I ran down the hall closest to us.
"Um, CT-27-5555?" Droidbait pointed the opposite direction I was going. "That way."
"Oh." I ran down the corridor.
I saw the worst sight in my young life. Viao was dead (WAIT AND SEE!) on the floor, an electric knife in her chest. I saw her whip wrapped around a man`s neck and he wasn't only strangled, but also burnt to a crisp. I ran over to the youngling.
"Viao… wake up… please…" I started choking. More people ran down the hall.
"Oh, no." Nala Se murmured.
Shaak Ti started tearing up. That was the first time I ever saw a Jedi cry.
CT-782 reached down. "I don't think she`s dead."
Lama Su interrupted. "But-"
I nodded. "Take her to the medics. Take a blood test; check her heart rate, anything. I`m sure she`s alive."
Nala Se pulled her over her shoulders and carried her up to the med bay.
My brothers turned to me. "Why did you do that?" Echo cocked an eyebrow.
"Don't you remember our first lesson?" I grinned.
"Don't be fooled by appearances." I followed everyone else`s lead and headed up to med bay.