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Ch. 19: Execute Order 66
(Luna's POV)
"Yes, master," the young girl said. She stood up from her seat by the window and joined her master in the doorway. I watched as the two girls began walking down the hallway and followed them. Why was I brought back to this day? Could it have been an effect of Kujet's Tomb? A dark magick similar to that of the Nightsister? I wasn't sure, and I didn't even know why I was following them. I knew what was going to happen. Whenever I was brought into these flashbacks, my body almost acted on its own, even despite my displeasure in experiencing such events. And so I followed them down the hall of the Venator-Class Star Destroyer.
The halls were so mechanical with bright white lights adorning every room. The floor was polished and waxed so much that you could see your reflection as you walked. There was a certain smell on the ship that was nostalgic, similar to a new speeder smell. We walked past a couple of clone troopers, and my focus returned to Master Secura and my younger self.
If I remembered correctly, we had been assigned to a campaign on Felucia. We went back to the ship when we could to rest. Sometimes we were forced to set up camp in the dense jungle of the planet, but that was only when we were certain Separatist forces were nearby.
"Did you sleep okay? You seemed perplexed when I found you," Master Secura said. The girl shrugged her shoulders in response, which was the standard answer of any young teenager. Staring at my kid self, I could tell that I hadn't gotten enough sleep the night before. My movement was sluggish, and my eyes had bags under them. Knowing me, I was probably up all night reading something.
"I just got back from a meeting with some members of the Jedi Council," The Twi'lek woman said, changing the subject.
"What was it about?" I asked her.
"Master Kenobi just reported that he faced General Grievous on Utapau and defeated him."
My eyes widened at the statement.
"Wait, General Grievous is dead?" I asked my master. She nodded her head, and a small smile appeared on her face.
"Yes, he's gone. Without him and Count Dooku, I doubt the Separatists will survive much longer. It's looking like this war will come to an end soon."
"I hope so. I don't know if I can take this war much longer."
"Stay strong, young Padawan. The war isn't over yet. We have to finish the job we've set out to do. If we do our part, the other Jedi will do theirs," she explained in confidence. I walked behind them with an unchanging frown. We were about to descend down to Felucia.
"What else do we have to do?"
"We'll be intercepting some Separatist spider tanks and taking out their last heavy artillery forces. I know they're just battle droids, but morale is probably super low right now. The advantage is with us.
The two stopped in front of a group of clone troopers, and I stopped as well. There was one clone trooper without his helmet on that began speaking.
"Master Secura. Luna. How are we feeling today?" he asked. I narrowed my eyes at the trooper and recognized him as Bly, one of my master's most trusted troopers. Master Secura wrapped her hand around my arm and shook me a little.
"Luna's a bit slow this morning, but she'll be alright."
The corners of Bly's lips turned upward, and he nodded.
"Glad to hear it. We just heard the news from HQ. This might possibly be our last day on Felucia. Let's make it count."
The man put his helmet back on and raised his blaster beside his head. Nodding behind him, everyone filed into a smaller ship in the loading dock. It was somewhat awkward for me as I silently sat in the back of the ship. Watching this happen, everything that I had forgotten about this day was coming back to me. The rumbling of the ship, as it dropped from the star destroyer, sent shivers down my spine. I felt my heartbeat increase as Felucia became larger and larger. I leaned my arms on my knees and stared down at the floor. There was no sense in trying to stop my master and myself from going to this planet. The inevitable was inevitable. That pain still lingered, though. I took a deep breath and looked up to see that the ship had entered Felucia's atmosphere already. The ship slowly landed on the ground near a Republic camp.
"I wonder where Cal is right now…" I murmured to myself. Was he going through his own experience of this day? I wish I was with him…
"Alright, let's get going. Those spider tanks won't be too hard to find, even in the jungle," Master Secura said to the group. I looked at myself, and I looked like I was beginning to wake up more and more. My master turned to me and placed her hand on my arm.
"I know it's tiring, but you've done a great job, Luna. I'm so proud of you and the work you've put yourself through. How about we get some of Desi's noodles when we get back to Coruscant? My treat!" she said, revealing more of her lighthearted side, as opposed to the serious demeanor she usually carried herself in times of war. I loved that side of her. She knew how to make me feel better about any situation, especially by rewarding me with one of my favorite foods. Come to think of it, I haven't had Desi's noodles ever since then.
I watched my younger self light up like a rekindled flame and pump my fists.
"Really!?"
"Yep! Bly and the others can come too!" Master Secura announced, earning a chuckle from the clone troopers.
"Okay, then let's go!" I yelled with enthusiasm, marching into the jungle. Master Secura winked at Bly and jogged ahead of me. She always led the group into battle, no matter what. That was a Jedi Master's job. The clone troopers' job was to support the Jedi in combat. But soon, they would be doing the complete opposite. I just stood there with my arms crossed. This was getting to be too much. I felt cold inside even though we were in this hot and moist jungle. The group traversed through the thick leaves and grass of the jungle with the faint sound of blaster fire in the distance. That sound got closer as we kept going.
"Oh wow, this one's really pretty!"
I stopped and watched myself get distracted by a unique flower only found on Felucia. It was a bright ruby color with light green petals covering it. I've always had a certain fondness for flowers. That's one of the reasons I love BD-1's obsession with his terrarium back on the Mantis. I remember having a collection of them back on the star destroyer.
"Don't linger too much, Luna. We're about to reach an opening in the jungle, so don't fall behind!" Master Secura said to me as she and the group of clones walked past me.
"Okay! I'll catch up with you soon!" I said back to her. It was one of the last things I ever said to her. I watched as my thirteen-year-old self happily collected some strands of the flowers and put them in my pack. Looking up ahead, some of the clones had stopped in their tracks. I walked up to them as they took out a holographic messenger. Turning it on, the Emperor appeared in his ghostly robe. Even on the hologram, you could tell his skin was wrinkled and decayed. His voice was so sinister as he spoke.
"Execute Order 66," it said. Just that small sentence. I felt tears rolling down my cheeks because I knew what happened next. Up ahead, Master Secura was looking out over the landscape of Felucia. For what it's worth, the view was incredible. She was in her own world for a second. The trust in her group of clones kept her from being on the defensive constantly. The clones glanced at each other and then raised their blasters at her. Turning my head, I saw tiny me walk past me with a look of both confusion and terror on her face.
"No…" I whispered in horror at what I was seeing.
"Bly?" My younger self asked. Master Secura looked over at me innocently before Bly and his men opened fire on her from behind.
"No!" I screamed out. Master Secura fell to the ground, and the troopers continued to shoot her. It was overkill. She was already dead after the first few shots, but they kept on shooting. I looked at the girl, and she let out the loudest gasp I've ever seen. It sounded as if all the air in her lungs escaped her body, and she was left hyperventilating. She fell back and scuffled back on the ground. The troopers were so focused on killing her master that they had forgotten she was even there.
"What are you doing!? What's wrong with you!" I yelled at them through tears and gasps. The troopers finally stopped at the sound of my voice and trained their guns on me now.
"Kill the girl!" One of the troopers commanded. Okay, it was too much now. I was sobbing uncontrollably as I watched them shoot at me. The girl turned and ran as fast as she could, managing to miss the blaster bolts that were whizzing past her. Being a Jedi, I was much faster than the troopers. As my younger self ran, I ran with her. It felt like I was back on that day all over again. I was feeling the same feeling of pain and sadness as I had five years ago. The girl ignited her lightsaber and reflected a few bolts until she got to the ship. I think at that point it was all a blur. I followed the girl on the ship, and she closed the hatch shut behind her. Jumping in the pilot seat, the ship lifted off the ground as the troopers caught up with us. It was too late for them as the ship flew out of the atmosphere and into hyperspace with no destination in particular. I watched myself bring my knees to my chest and sob in them.
"Master! Master Secura! Why did they do that!? I'm so sorry!" the girl screamed in between tears. She was coughing in between each word too until eventually she got sick all over the seat. I wanted to wrap my arms around her so badly. I wanted to tell her that everything would be okay, but I couldn't. All I could do was watch her suffer and relive my greatest nightmare. Over the ship's radio, I could hear multiple reports of Jedi being slaughtered by the clones they had fought beside for three years. I didn't know why back then, but now I know it was because they had a special biochip in their brains that forced them to annihilate all of the Jedi on command from Emperor Palpatine. I remember feeling so confused and sad. Master Secura and I trusted Bly and his men with our lives over countless battles. Why would they do this to us?
The ship exited hyperspace, and a dark planet came into view.
Hosnian Prime.
After hearing all of the reports of Order 66, I felt helpless. I felt like I had no home anymore. I couldn't go back to Coruscant, that was for sure. The young girl pressed a few buttons, and the ship set a course to land on the dark planet. I don't even think I knew Hosnian Prime existed at the time. I could have, but I don't remember. The ship auto-piloted itself to a deserted loading hangar, and I watched myself stagger out of the ship. I ended up tearing off my Jedi clothes and replacing them with dirty clothes laying around the hangar. I looked like a mess. Wiping my eyes, I watched the girl stumble towards the neverending city, her lightsaber hidden under her shirt. I didn't follow her this time. It was like my body was frozen. The girl walked and walked until she blended in with the crowd.
"Please stop…" I begged to whoever had sent me to this hellhole. I blinked, and I was back in Kujet's tomb. My face felt tear-stained, and my hands were shaky. I stared at them, my throat dry and lost for words. My trance was broken by Cal's screaming next to me.
"No!"
I shot my head to my right at the sound of his outcry. It was the loudest I had ever heard him scream. His voice was laced with torment and trauma. In his hands was his lightsaber, and he was clutching it so hard that the kyber crystal inside shattered into tiny little pieces.
"Cal! Cal! I'm here! It's okay!" I yelled as I wrapped my arms around him. He stopped screaming, and his body became less tense. I looked into his eyes, and he looked like he had been crying as well. His eyes were wide, and he had the most horrific look on his face. I slowly put my hand on his cheek, and his eyes softened.
"L-Luna…?"
"Yes, it's me. You're okay," I told him, lowering my voice to a calming level. His breathing slowed and he looked down at the lightsaber in his hands. He looked shocked that he had crushed his own lightsaber. It made me realize that he was still suffering from intense PTSD from that day. At least, that's what I thought he had gone through as well.
"D-Did you go back to that day?" I asked quietly. He looked back up at me and nodded.
"Yeah…I'm sorry, Luna. I went through that day, and then my master appeared in front of me."
"What did he say?" I asked.
"He said things that the real Master Tapal would never say. He said I was a failure and that I let the Jedi order down. He blamed me for his death, and I think that hurt and anger I was feeling in that moment caused…this," he said, lifting his broken lightsaber up to me. "It's broken. The crystal shattered. It's useless," he finished, sounding defeated. I shook my head and placed one of my hands over his.
"We can still fix it. You know where we have to go."
He thought for a moment, and then a lightbulb lit up over his head.
"Ilum."
"Yes, It will be just like when we first made our lightsabers. I'm sorry you had to go through that. I went through my awful experience as well. I believe the dark magick in this tomb made us go through that to influence us. To make us feel that pain and anger that it feeds off of. We can't let it get to us. We have to stay strong," I told him, attempting to retain some hint of composure.
"You're right."
His voice continued to come out weak and uncertain. He looked depressed, his gaze fixated on his lightsaber. BD tried to cheer him up with encouraging beeps and boops, but nothing was working. It broke my heart to see his will completely shattered. I frowned and grabbed his hand in mine, walking us out of the tomb. He followed behind me and never let go of my hand. I think I even felt a squeeze in my palm. We exited the tomb, and a hooded figure was standing in the shadows near the bridge. It was that guy again.
"I told you not to go in there. Looks like things didn't go as planned," he said to us, almost in a taunt-like voice. I narrowed my eyes at him and kept walking.
"Leave us alone, please."
"Alone? In a place like this with your willpower broken by the dark magick of Dathomir?" He asked. Why was he so insistent on annoying us? Cal had had about enough and stopped us in place. I turned my head and watched him approach the stranger.
"Alright, who are you really? We told you to leave us alone."
The stranger grabbed the hood of his robe and ripped it from his body, throwing the remains over the side of the bridge. That was a bit dramatic, don't you think? He had long gray hair that matched his beard. He was shirtless but made it up with giant pants that reached above his belly button. He had bizarre-looking markings on his chest, but I didn't recognize them at all. On his pants, I noticed he had two lightsabers holstered in the front like a belt buckle. An interesting taste in fashion for sure.
"Taron Malicos," he said, all serious.
"Never heard of you," I replied quickly with a disinterested look on my face.
"Former Jedi," he continued, ignoring me. "...Just like the two of you. We have a lot in common. I survived the Purge too. Everything was taken away from me, but I came out a survivor. My troops betrayed me, and I had to strike them down. I spent years finding my place in this galaxy. Then I found this place…This desolate place. I found my calling in advising the Nightsisters."
The memory of the Nightsister came to mind, and I remembered what she had said. She said someone told her that Jedi are thieves and liars. At the time, we had no idea who she was referring to. It was starting to click now. The way he was acting and the things he was saying…
"You told the Nightsister to attack us?" I questioned him with increasing frustration. Cal's eyes widened, and it seemed like everything had clicked inside his head as well. Malicos was surprised by my sudden confrontational behavior toward him.
"These savages only respect strength. The Force is a powerful weapon, and it exudes strength on a massive scale."
"The Force is not supposed to be used for power. It's supposed to seize power. That's not the Jedi way," Cal argued. Malicos shook his head.
"These are dark times. Don't you see what's happening here? They want us to be enemies. Stand with me, and we can work together for a better future for everyone. If you don't, we'll all be gone. Our very existence will cease to exist," he said. I grabbed Cal's arm gently and made us take a step back.
"You're gaslighting us, and you're being manipulative," I told him, sensing it more and more as he kept talking.
"You misunderstand. All I want is to build something even greater than the Jedi Order. I can teach you things that not even Master Yoda could have. Please, join my family," he pleaded. Cal and I took another step back, feeling uncomfortable by Malicos' presence in general.
"Join my family…"
We heard a voice speak out to our right, and it sounded feminine. We looked and saw the Nightsister once again in her bright red robes. She was pissed, per usual.
"Sister Merrin!" Malicos gasped out like he had been caught stealing or something. Merrin was her name! Now I don't have to keep calling her 'the Nightsister.'
"...You overstep your bounds! You have no business here!" he said to her with a condescending tone.
"You told me for years that it was the Jedi who massacred my sisters and brothers. It was the Jedi who brought ruin to Dathomir, leaving me the sole survivor. And yet, here are two Jedi. You wish to bring them in as your own?"
We looked back at Malicos with a glare. I knew he was lying to us. I knew he was trying to take us out or use us for his own benefit. He was beginning to sweat now.
"You were told to deal with it. You lack the power to help me, witch!"
I tugged on Cal's arm, and he looked me in the eyes.
"I have a bad feeling about this. We should go," I whispered as Merrin and Malicos argued with each other. He gave me a slight nod, and we slowly sneaked away from them. We managed to make it around the corner of the bridge before we felt the ground shake. Malicos cursed loudly and then began running away as more undead Nightsisters came to life before our eyes. There had to be three, maybe four times as many as before.
"Crap! Crap!" I yelled in a panic. The argument turned deadly pretty quickly. "...We need to get back to the Mantis! There's way too many of them this time!" I screamed. Cal clutched his broken lightsaber, and I knew he wished it wasn't right about now.
"Alright, let's run!" He yelled back to me. We turned away from the bridge and broke out into a full-on sprint back to the ship. You could hear the growing sound of undead sisters mounting behind us, but I couldn't look back. It sounded as if they were only mere inches away from us as we ran. That just made me run faster. I looked to my right and noticed that BD-1 was clinging to Cal's shoulder like his life depended on it. In this situation, it did. We ran through the abandoned camp until the Mantis came into view at the very bottom of the ledge. When we came in, we went around the long way and then climbed up. With the undead army right on our tails, that wasn't an option.
"Look there!" Cal yelled, pointing at a gigantic pillar that was sticking out of the ground. The tip of the pillar was above where the Mantis was so all we would have to do was jump off it to get back. I connected the comms to Cere as fast as I could and cut her off when she spoke.
"Cal? Luna? What's going-"
"No time! Tell Greez to start the engine now!" I yelled before hanging up.
"Good idea!" Cal said through heavy pants. He was trying his best not to look behind himself as well. We ran to the pillar, and the Nightsisters were still chasing us with deadly intent. Greez better be in that pilot seat ready to go. Jumping off the end of the pillar, we hit the ground harder than I anticipated and then sprinted inside the Mantis.
"Get us out of here now!" Cal screamed. Greez flicked some switches, and the Mantis roared to life. I felt the ship begin to lift up as the Nightsisters jumped at us. I had to Force push a few of them away before they could get inside, but we had escaped for the most part. Greez started complaining about Nightsisters climbing onto the ship as we flew away, and I waved him off.
"You don't want to know what happened," I told him as I put my hand on the back of his seat.
"Yeah, well, I would like for my landing gear to be witch-free thank you very much!"
I rolled my eyes and turned around to see Cal sliding down the wall, exhausted. He was still clutching his broken lightsaber in his hands, and that depressed look on his face from before returned. Cere left her seat in the cockpit and crouched down in front of him.
"Did you two reach the tomb? What's wrong?"
"I…"
He trailed off his words and held out his lightsaber.
"Your master's lightsaber…"
"It's broken…In the tomb, Luna and I were sent back to that day both our masters died. It just reminded me that I was helpless when I could've helped him against the troopers. I could've-"
Cere shook her head.
"Cal, stop. You and I both know that there was nothing you could have done. There's nothing Luna could have done either."
I shivered, thinking about that day, and crouched down beside her.
"I was too busy worrying about collecting stupid flowers to realize my master was in danger. By the time I noticed the troopers aiming their guns at her, it was too late," I told them with my head down. Cere sighed and put her hand on my arm.
"I know it seems like you could've saved them, but you both were just kids. You can't be so hard on yourselves for something so catastrophic."
I looked at Cal, and he looked at me, his eyes containing both regret and sadness. I leaned forward and sat beside him against the wall. He needed my support right now. I wrapped my arm around him, and he laid his head on my shoulder in comfort. I softly laid my hand on his forearm, and Cere looked down at the ground like she was contemplating what she should say.
"I think it's time I told you what happened to me after I escaped the Empire. They had me tied to a metal table, and the room was filled with Imperial soldiers. They brought Trilla in…And her eyes…Her eyes weren't the same. They had turned her into an inquisitor. Seeing her like that, it broke me. I lost it. I tapped into the Dark Side, and I killed them all. I killed everyone but her. I destroyed my constraints and escaped the base. Everything was going through my head as I ran away. I couldn't forgive myself for letting them have Trilla and for letting myself go to the Dark Side. Cal, Luna, what I'm trying to say is that there's nothing I can say or do that will change what's happened. And there's nothing you two can do to change the fact that your masters are dead," she told us bluntly. Cal and I stared at her but knew she was right.
"...I know it's hard, but you have to do everything in your power to move on. If you don't, you'll let yourself get lost in the darkness with no path forward."
I looked at the boy next to me, and he still looked hopeless. I waved my hand through his fiery red hair and stopped at the small of his back. He looked at me, and I motioned him to stand up with me. Nodding, he slowly got to his feet with me and looked at Cere.
"How?" he asked.
"When I heard about the Holocron, a fire lit up inside me, and I felt hope again. I felt the need to keep going because I had a new inspiration in life. Use our mission in rebuilding the Jedi Order to refuel yours. We're going to start by fixing your lightsaber. You're going to build a new one," she told him.
"To Ilum?" I asked her.
"Yes," she answered before going back to her communications chair. Turning my attention back to Cal, he was wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. I looked at him sadly because his eyes had looked glassy the entire time Cere was talking to us. The flashback he had experienced back in the tomb really got to him. I think even he was surprised by how much it got to him. I'm not sure if I'm doing okay either, but I know there was nothing I could do to save Master Secura. I was just a kid. A kid put into an impossible situation. It's like Cere said, I'm sad that it happened, but I have to move on.
Cal walked away from the holotable and made his way to his room. BD-1 beeped at him, but he wasn't listening.
"Hold on, buddy, I'll go talk to him," I told the tiny droid. BD-1 trilled at me and decided to go back to the cockpit. I walked to the kitchen behind Cal and met him in the hallway before he could go to his room.
"You okay?" I asked. His back turned to me, he wiped his eyes again and turned to face me.
"Y-Yeah…"
His eyes were turning red now. I'd never seen him this broken before. Usually, he was the confident, courageous Cal that always made sure I was in a good mood or laughing at one of his jokes. But now, even after the talk Cere gave us, he looked down and gloomy.
"Let's sit on the bed," I told him. Grabbing his arm, we walked into his room and sat on his bed. The mattress was soft under our bodies, and felt good after spending an entire day on Dathomir. Cal remained silent and didn't want to make eye contact with me. Did he feel embarrassed? I tried to think of something to say, but it was hard.
"I'm sorry about what happened…" I said to him quietly. He finally looked at me and shook his head.
"It's not your fault, Luna. You went through something in that tomb too. It's just…damn it…I can't even explain it," he said with frustration. I scooted closer to him and put on a much-needed smile.
"You can tell me anything, Cal. It's me, remember?" I said, trying to lighten the mood. He gave me a relieved look.
"I know and I'm really glad you're here with me. Basically, it's just, I feel like I've been keeping all of my feelings and emotions locked up, and they came out all at once. It was horrifying. I was so scared, Luna. I felt alone and empty in that moment. That's why I still haven't been able to get past it. Cere's talk helped, but there's still this feeling in my chest that makes me feel useless," he expressed to me.
"I was scared too. I hated how the dark magick in that tomb made me feel. What makes me feel better is that we're still together. I have someone I can talk to when I need to, and you do too. And you're not useless, not to me. You'll never be useless to me, Cal," I told him, putting my hand in his. His dark green eyes widened slightly, and he stared into my emerald-colored ones for a long time without saying anything.
"T-Thank you, Luna," he said back to me with a reddened face. I noticed myself leaning forward bit by bit closer to him. I think he was moving closer to me as well. We were both silent, but our faces were inching closer and closer like we were in a trance. My face felt so hot that I didn't know if I could withstand it much longer. I could see the individual freckles on his cheeks and nose. They were so cute. I could feel his warm breath on my cheeks, and it was so inviting. I squeezed my fingers around his and leaned forward even more. His lips were right there! I subconsciously ran my tongue over my own as he leaned my way.
"Look, I know you two are down in the dumps, and I get that, but we're here! I don't want the Empire right on our tail!"
Greez came waddling into Cal's room with his arms thrown in the air. He was totally oblivious to what was happening. Cal and I, on instinct, jumped away from each other and let out a huge sigh.
"Okay, Greez!" we both yelled. Greez took a step back and grumbled at us.
"Alright, alright you don't have to yell! I'm just letting you know we're here, so let's get a move on!" he yelled back before leaving. He definitely wasn't the emotional type, but his unwillingness to embrace empathy was somewhat charming. It was weird to explain why, but it was true. Cal and I looked at each other, and we both rubbed the back of our heads.
"Typical Greez…" Cal muttered with a growing smile. I was glad to see him smiling again. That was the Cal I knew and loved. I laughed and noticed we had exited hyperspace.
"He's unbelievable, but I love him for it. I did mean everything I just said, by the way," I said with a grin. He smiled back at me, and he blushed again.
"I know, and I feel the same way about you."
My heart felt like it skipped a beat, and I was almost dizzy from all the emotions he was making me feel. His words and voice were so…soothing to me. I did my best to hide it, but I was screaming on the inside. Grabbing his arm again, I stood him up from the bed and gripped his broken lightsaber.
"I know you do, and it makes me so happy! Now come on, let's fix your lightsaber and get back to fixing the Jedi Order! We hit a bump in the road, but we're tough! We can handle it!" I said to him. He slowly grinned and nodded his head.
"Yeah, we are. Let's go," he replied as we left his room to face Cere and Greez again.
It's been a long time since I was on Ilum, but I was curious to see how much it's changed. Cal was still hurting, but I was able to comfort him a little bit, and that was enough for me. Once we get his new lightsaber made, we can get back to our journey. And whatever just happened with us before Greez stepped in…I'm interested in how that will turn out too…
And that is the end of the chapter! I know this chapter took me slightly longer than I would have liked, but I was busy playing Jedi: Survivor! I read the Jedi: Battle Scars book, and I think Luna would be great if she were an actual character in that book. The book is more about Merrin's relationship with someone, so I think she would be a great addition to it for Cal! Anyway, I hope you guys liked this chapter. Please review or comment on the story and let me know what you think! Finally, thanks for reading, and I'll see you guys next time!