I remember the first Jedi I killed that night. He was just a kid, but then again so was I. Technically speaking we were around the same age. I remember everything about him in such vivid detail it's unnerving. The color of his robe, how tall he was, the way his lightsaber hung from his belt. The look of confusion and genuine curiosity as we marched into the Jedi temple. The horror that paled his face as Lord Vader stuck the first Jedi down. The way he just stood there, not even reaching for his weapon, his only defense, his only true hope for survival in that moment. He just stood there as I put the muzzle of my deece between his eyes...those eyes that saw but refused to see. That's all I remember of that night, after that moment I just changed. But the one thing I do remember haunts me to this day. That kid didn't look like he was part of any coup to me.

-Field Journal CT-7567

Clone Commander "Rex" 501st Legion GAR

Operation: Knightfall

It was the morning after Operation Knightfall and Order 66 was complete. Feelings had never been so mixed within the ranks of the five hundred and first. The boys in blue held an air of haunted men.

Rex was reassigned.

Reassigned?

For the first time in his violent, and genetically shortened life Rex had never been so glad to see order to leave a battle site. Being reassigned meant leaving the temple behind. Leaving the job of collecting the dead, Jedi and clone alike, to other officers. The quiet of the temple was maddening. He felt watched as if those Jedi so viciously gunned down were still there. As if they left something behind after their death to guard the ancient building. Rex could find no comfort, not even in his brothers. This night had not gone without an effect on them. All had become bitter and hostile. As if they were ready to snap at the slightest thing.

He was currently on his way to see Lord Vader himself.

Standing in the speeding turbo lift Rex tried to shake the image of the young Jedi and the piles of plastoid clad bodies surrounding the one Master who fought till the bitter end, out of his mind. He had briefly considered shining his armor but this was a time sensitive issue as the report said and he needed to get on this ASAP. So there he was shrouded in the stench of death, sweat, and ozone. His armor was atrocious, caked with grime and blood, troopers celebrated and congratulated him on his kills. The shinnies were all very inspired by the Commanders disembowelment of a Jedi Knight. He must have used the vibroblade in his gauntlet because his arm was covered in dried blood. The doors opened abruptly and Rex put on his best parade ground posture and strode forward.

The Dark Lord was there and Rex listened intently while he was briefed. All while trying not to wonder too hard about what had happened to his former General.

His old friend.

"You will locate and bring Ahsoka Tano to me, alive. You now answer only to me, tell none about your true mission. Every resource will be at your disposal and you are listed as killed in action. I pray you do not disappoint me."

Rex went through the motions and left the room.

Ahsoka...fierfek.

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