Here's a confusing chapter. It won't make sense, but perhaps it will later. Don't worry, there is a little more to this story!
"Lux… is that really you?" Ahsoka asked, thunderstruck.
"Yes… Ahsoka… it's… me…" He panted.
She knew he needed to get out of there, and fast. She could not, and would not destroy the information now, or she would never forgive herself as long as she lived.
She deactivated the manacles and he fell into her arms. She kissed him deeply and slung his arm over her shoulder, and limped to the door.
The door opened. It was Commander Bloshe. "Very clever, Jedi. Although, I must admit, your stupidity of giving a password when none existed was astounding, to say the least."
It had been a trick. He stepped to the side to reveal the Galak Mech. He raised his two arms that had chainguns attached to them, and fired. Lux jumped to one side, while Ahsoka dodged to the other. The blaster fire pinged everywhere. Ahsoka activated her lightsabers and did her best to block the angry bolts of red death. Lux had picked up a blaster and ran to the side of the room where Ahsoka was defending her position. As he sprinted, a laser pierced his chest.
He fell. No. It couldn't be. "LUX!" she screamed. A bolt hit her upper chest, and she fell just feet from him. She looked into his eyes. An intense hatred caused him to pick himself up and lunge at the Mech. It was then that her last thought turned out the lights and all went dark.
When she awoke, it was all dark. She felt her form being bumped along a rough surface. She was in a body bag. She could smell the sulphur getting closer. She was to be dumped into the molten lake. Her lightsabers were not on their belt. She suddenly remembered Lux going down. She remembered Barriss, clones, and so many others falling. All dying. Pain, tears, anger. Hate caused her to scream and push out with the Force. The bag tore into shreds and she dispatched the droid that was about to dump her into the lake. Her lightsabers were on the droid's waist.
She picked them up and stumbled aimlessly. After what seemed like a thousand lifetimes, she started to trudge in the general direction of her ship. The trip was the most pain-filled, miserable trek she had ever endured. Nothing but tears and destitution marked her path to the shuttle.
She could not feel Lux from afar. Her life was nearly spent. Through her haze of thoughts, she saw the ship. With a last burst of strength, she vaulted with extreme emotions over the sea of death. The ship was oddly untouched, but she didn't care.
The last memory she had was her master screaming her name in a bright room.
Everything was light. Purity echoed endlessly, and a presence of peace and serenity flowed through the soul. A voice, that flowed like the waters of Naboo, and as hard as Dooku's, like a thousand silver tongues rang in her ears.
"You must go back… you must… you… must…" She felt it was Lux's silky voice. Perhaps he was dead.
She woke up in a white room, with her master's face staring down, tear-stained.
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