WELCOME LADIES AND GENTLEMAN TO ANOTHER CHAPTER OF NEVER TOO OLD WHEN YOU HAVE THE HIGH GROUND!

I'm leaving all my talkey-talk for the end, right now I just want to answer some comments!

Guest: -Obi-Wan is far from flawless. He failed Anakin and it haunts him to this day.

-It certainly wasn't "all Anakin's fault". Sidious is entirely the one to blame for exploiting Anakin's fear of Padme dying.

-I found something called the "Jedi Acquisition Division" which I assume is what you're talking about. And I think everyone agrees that taking children away from parents who live and work on the planet where they'll be trained is cruel. Obviously a special arrangement would have had to be made to accommodate this special circumstance. I don't know why the Jedi would suddenly jump to "Padme needs to be smeared" and "Anakin needs to be put in a cell". Worst case scenario, Anakin is expelled from the Order for violating the code, and it's entirely possible that Padme's opponents in the Senate would use this situation to discredit her. But I believe there would be an alternative that would lead to all parties being more or less satisfied.

-Concerning the JAC as you refer to them, their Wookiepedia article is pretty short and does mention that they were "given legal authority to take custody of any and all Force-sensitives" which is definitely a pretty extreme power to have at their disposal. But you have to understand that the people that find potential younglings are Jedi who were likely themselves brought to the Temple in the same manner. They aren't child-kidnapping robots who turn up to the parents' house and say "hand over the child or face the full extent of the law!". Granted they were perhaps too aggressive in recruiting children at times but reducing them to "re-textured Sith Lords" is a gross over-simplification. A true Sith Lord would murder the parents and take the child to turn him/her into an empty shell. There are nuances here.

-Yeah but… what was Obi-Wan supposed to do when he found out Anakin was still alive? Go apologize? Fight him again to finish the job? And what are you talking about "train Luke to kill the Sith". His mission was to protect him until he was old enough to be taught the ways of the Force. I mean for God's sake stop acting like Obi-Wan being unable to kill-off the man who was like a son and a brother to him that he's trained since he was a child, is some great sign of hypocrisy! Obi-Wan always held out hope that Anakin could be turned, and even if he wasn't able to return him to the Light, he wasn't just going to stab him while he's down. Why do you put brother in quotation marks? Their relationship was just that: a brotherly, and I'd even say fatherly, bond. So I'm sorry you don't just go "well time to end it now" and kill your best friend in cold blood when he can't defend himself. Obi-Wan even told Yoda that he should be the one to face Anakin since he knew he couldn't bring himself to kill him.

-And the final little nugget about "releasing the feelings into the Force". Oh wow! So that's how it works. You do something terrible that scarred you emotionally, but just "release it into the Force" and poof! It's wiped clean from your memory. I guess Anakin should have used that trick after he murdered those younglings and strangled Padme to death, someone should have told him about that. As I understand it "releasing your emotions into the Force" is like meditating to center yourself and keep your emotions under control. It's not a magic spell that wipes away your trauma. So yes, Obi-Wan could and probably did "release his emotions into the Force" after mutilating Anakin, and probably several times before when they were fighting and Anakin kept telling him the Jedi were evil and whatnot. But Obi-Wan, and Yoda for that matter, still carry the pain and anguish of having lost almost all their friends in the Jedi Order. You can't just "release into the Force" having your entire Order decimated and it being your own apprentice who helped do it.

RFK22: Yeah, poor lava :/. He was just looking out for his new friend but Obi-Wan couldn't let him sacrifice himself so carelessly. I hope you enjoy this new chapter and may the Force be with you!

CLance5: I'm glad to hear you like knowing about their backgrounds. I think it was important to humanize them and make you empathize with them as much as possible. Hope you enjoy the chapter!

Lazymanjones96: Your wish is my command ;) Here's a new chapter for ya.

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"Trust the Jedi Master, she said! The Jedi knows what he's doing she said," Muna yelled in frustration, distractedly firing another burst of laser fire around the bend towards the attacking Stormtroopers.

"Muna, we have to push past these guys," Nerrown shouted past the explosions. "We'll never make it off the planet if we can't get to the control room."

"We'll take care of this." Yva spoke with malicious glee.

"Just stay close to us." her brother finished with a grin.

"Do not be rash, twins," Inuzo rebuked them. "We must form a plan."

"We just gave you a plan!" they replied in unison, shooting her a cocky smile.

Before Inuzo could reply, Yva and Ova jumped out of cover and started pushing their way towards the Stormtroopers who were firing at them from down the hall. Ova spun his chain in front of him, deflecting the oncoming blaster fire.

The Stormtroopers were clearly terrified by the two death-defying warriors. One by one, they were being shot down by their own blaster bolts, all the while the twins moved closer and closer.

"Bring out the big guns! Now!" the squad commander yelled.

All the standard Stormtroopers started to retreat down the corridor, continuing to fire at Yva and Ova.

"Where are you all going?" Yva asked with a maniacal grin.

"Scaredy slugs! Scaredy slugs!" Ova added giddily.

The last Stormtroopers turned a corner at the end of the corridor, and someone much worse replaced them. His armor was the same color as a Stormtrooper's, but it was much bulkier with thicker plating and a large black visor over its reinforced helmet. He was surrounded by a blue shield sphere, out of which protruded the muzzle of a chaingun, connected to a power cell strapped to his back.

Yva and Ova's eyes went wide as they realized their fatal error, just as the chaingun trooper pressed the trigger and let fly hundreds of blaster bolts at them.

The twins were struck by several lasers that sent them crumbling to the ground. Just in time, Inuzo leapt in front of them and held up her wide-brimmed hat like a shield to block the incoming fire. Muna and Nerrown quickly pulled the twins away, retreating to cover.

The Parwan, approached both of them with a concerned look. He had some healing knowledge but his solemn gaze let everyone know that their situation was far beyond his abilities. Their bodies were riddled with blaster impacts that were slowly seeping blood into their tunics.

Their breathing was shallow. Sweat formed on their brow; their eyes lost their focus. Yva held out her hand towards her brother who grasped it tightly over his heart. A wide smile appeared on his face as a tentative smile graced his lips.

"Are we Scaredy slugs?" he asked jokingly.

"No," Yva replied, slowly pushing herself to her feet. "We're the proud warriors of Iridonia. We eat Scaredy slugs for breakfast."

Inuzo cast a glance around the bend to see the chaingun trooper getting closer.

"What are we doing?" she asked bluntly.

Ova stumbled over to Nerrown, falling onto him and clutching his shoulders for support. He whispered in his ear, his voice a semi-delirious drawl:

"Give me your deadliest mix, Gas Bag."

Nerrown looked hesitantly over to Muna, who nodded back soberly. The Parwan reached into his satchel and brought out a purple and red canister, about the size of a human fist.

"It'll be over in fifteen seconds," the Parwan spoke with a shy smile. "It's my magnum opus. I call it: 'Going Home'."

Ova nodded slowly, patting Nerrown on the shoulder and grabbing the canister. He limped over to his sister who wrapped her arms around him and laid a delicate kiss on his cheek.

"I love you."

"I know."

In a united, symmetrical movement, they both removed a syringe from their belt, filled with a bright green liquid, and injected it directly into their chests. Their red eyes intensified, the blood gushing from their wounds increased but their strength seemed to return to their bodies.

Yva and Ova cast a final glance to the rest of their squad and delivered a final nod and smile before rounding the corner and rushing towards the chaingun trooper. He opened fire again, the lasers tore straight through the twins' vital organs yet they continued to run towards him. The trooper was visibly unnerved by these demons bearing down on him and took several tentative steps back, but it was too late. Yva tackled him to the ground with all her strength, slipping inside the personal shield. Ova slid in next to his sister inside the blue sphere and pulled the pin on the canister, letting out a thick purple cloud that was trapped within the confines of the shield.

Yva and Ova held each other close, as they felt their extremities go numb. They held each other as close as they could; legs intertwined, chest against chest, forehead to forehead. They did not take their eyes off each other, even as their peripheral vision began to blur and darken, slowly narrowing their sight down to a point. They allowed themselves to share a single tear, for each other and those they'd lost.

Ova felt his sister's breath against his cheek grow faint, and he assumed she must have been feeling the same.

Yva could not see anymore. There was only darkness. Now her mind followed her eyes…

…

…

"You kids aren't going to sleep all day, are you?"

They immediately recognized the authoritative yet kind voice. Out of the darkness, two figures emerged, bringing the light with them. As they came into view, Yva and Ova could make out their distinctive red face tattoos and long horns growing on their heads.

"Let them sleep a little longer if they want, dear. They deserve it." the woman's tone was melodious and soft, like notes on an instrument, drifting through a cool summer breeze.

"They certainly do. We're so proud of you." the man's expression softened as he kneeled down next to the twins.

"I'm not tired, daddy." Yva spoke. Her voice was insistent like a child's. Because she was a child.

"I'm not tired either, mom." Ova chipped in. A child always had to appear strong next to his sibling. Because he was a child.

"That's good to hear," the woman let out a delicate laugh that echoed through the darkness, pushing it away. "I was wondering if we could go to the waterfall today?"

"I want to go to the waterfall!" Ova squealed joyfully.

"Me too, me too!" Yva echoed, jumping up and down with excitement.

The man let out a guttural laugh. A laugh that projected such strength and joy, it banished the darkness entirely. Now they could finally see. They were standing on a dirt track, surrounded by green pastures and snowy mountains ahead of them.

The man reached down, picked Yva up like she weighed nothing and placed her atop his shoulders.

"Well let's get going then," he spoke with a wide smile. "Wouldn't want the water to get warm."

"Hey! No fair." Ova looked up at his father with a disappointed pout.

"Now, now, no frowning," his mother rebuked jokingly. "Wouldn't want it to be the face you were stuck with."

With that, she hooked her arms under Ova's armpits and lifted him onto her shoulders.

They walked up the path. Parents holding hands; children holding hands.

The twins had a sneaking feeling that this was all too perfect. That reality wasn't this ideal. But in the end, it didn't matter. They were no longer bound by reality. And this was a fantasy they were more than happy to live in forever…

"Plorg, blind them." June whispered.

The Ugnaught let out a low grumble, not taking his eyes off the device he was using to hack the Citadel's security cameras.

At this point he was beginning to question why he'd agreed to this insane plan in the first place. He'd joined the Rebel Alliance as an enlisted soldier, and for a reason he still couldn't fathom, had been assigned to a platoon of Rahm Kota's commandos.

He assumed it was in part due to the reputation the Ugnaughts had for being the hardest-working species in the galaxy, which wasn't entirely unmerited. Plorg's craft was programming, coding, and by extension, hacking. He did not feel his skills were particularly exceptional, but apparently his comrades thought otherwise since they appointed him "tech specialist" of the platoon.

His diminutive stature meant he'd gotten close to Kochew, the Wookie, who always carried him on her shoulders when things got heated. Kochew, like all Wookies, had an intense and personal hatred towards the Empire. Their home planet of Kashyyk had been mercilessly subjugated by the Empire after the Clone Wars. Many Wookies were enslaved since their massive and robust physiology made them excellent workhorses.

Kochew's size and personality matched the weapons she carried. If Plorg was the "tech specialist", Kochew had to be the "demolition specialist". Aside from the absurd quantity of thermal detonators she had on her person, she had also carried a DLT-19 heavy blaster rifle. Her ability for detecting structural weaknesses and forming battle plans revealed her profound intellect, which many people underestimated considering how she only communicated through growls and purrs.

Plorg had finally finished setting all the cameras in the next hallway to a loop so they could pass undetected. He put away his holotablet and looked up at June:

"They are blind. I have spoken."

June smiled to herself at the strange speech habit of the Ugnaught. Plorg had once told her it was a tradition in his family to use that turn of phrase, but she hadn't been curious enough to ask for details.

Their group was currently missing two members. The two humans of the group, aside from June and Rex, were Markin and Katerina. They were both former Imperials who had switched sides for the Rebels. June had given both of them the Stormtrooper armor from the sewers and had sent them to blend in with the rest of the garrison. Hopefully, they could glean some important information and back them up if things got dicey.

"You're up, Rynth." June looked towards the tall Bothan who nodded back and carefully glanced at the empty corridor ahead of them.

"Absolutely no one," he spoke ominously. "Very clearly a trap."

"Yeah, you're telling me," June said, rolling her eyes. "Kochew, you got that detonator handy?"

The Wookie held it up and let out an affirmative growl.

"Good. Which cell is he in, Plorg?" June asked the Ugnaught.

"Cell 2224." he replied evenly.

Rex sucked his teeth in frustration which caught June's attention.

"Sound familiar?"

"It's Cody's Clone designation: CC-2224," he replied calmly. "They're mocking us."

"No kidding," June snorted. "All right, we're moving in. Kochew, make sure that detonator's ready."

Seeing everyone nod resolutely, June took point, moving slowly down the corridor. The others followed, taking each step with measured caution. There wasn't a sound, apart from distant cries of pain.

Every cell had a nondescript black door with digits printed on the front: 2216, 2218, 2220… The other side was odd numbers, and everything was illuminated by dim red lights as if to underline the horrors that happened behind these doors.

As they passed cell 2222, the tension in the group grew exponentially. With extreme caution, June approached cell 2224 and pressed the button to open the door. It swished open and June pointed her blaster into… an empty cell.

"Damn," she whispered. "Alright, Rex and Plorg come with me. Kochew and Rynthan, you guard the entrance."

June proceeded inside, followed by the Clone and the Ugnaught, who both held blaster pistols, and carefully scanned the dark room.

"Cody? Are you there?" Rex asked.

"I'm afraid you're looking in the wrong place." the menacing voice of commander Poin spoke from the darkness.

Suddenly, hidden wall panels flipped open to reveal an entire squad of Stormtroopers, their blasters angled straight at the three of them. Outside the cell, they could hear Kochew growling which meant there were likely soldiers outside as well.

"Please lay down your weapons," Poin spoke in mock-worry. "Two of your comrades are already dead, it would be a shame to have any more losses today."

Kochew let out a loud growl of rage at Poin's words. June had to bite back her own anger to make sure she didn't do something stupid.

"Everyone, put down your weapons!" she called out. "Just put them down. Kochew, remember Ancelon, baby. It's just like Ancelon."

June didn't hear any growls of protest, just a thud as the Wookie dropped her heavy blaster rifle to the floor.

"Excellent," Poin's voice slithered over the loudspeaker. "Now; we may talk."

Obi-Wan felt the power of the Force brimming inside him and he wanted to take advantage of it. But he also knew that if he tipped his hand, the Inquisitors would simply go on the defensive until his power wore out.

Obi-Wan broke out of his run several feet before he reached the Inquisitors and stood patiently before them. They had all descended from the troop carrier and were each eying him with contempt, stoicism and the last one Obi-Wan couldn't tell since he wore a mask.

"Hello there," Obi-Wan spoke with a hint of humor. "What brings you three out this far?"

The Seventh Sister's contempt turned into disgust, while the Fifth Brother's stoicism remained unchanged. However, Obi-Wan could feel he was hitting a nerve with the third one.

"That slouch and bulky helmet mustn't be easy for you in this terrain," Obi-Wan said casually to the Eighth Brother.

The Jedi Master could sense his anger seething just below the surface.

"We've sent your beast scampering off, Jedi," he grunted and growled. "Now we will finish you off and— "

"I really don't mean to interrupt, but how on earth do you see out of that thing?" Obi-Wan asked with a quizzical gaze.

"Enough of your games, Jedi!" the Eight Brother bellowed. "I will kill you myself and present your body to the Emperor."

"Come and try it then." Obi-Wan replied with an unwavering tone and a deathly calm gaze.

The Eight Brother produced his double-bladed spinning lightsaber and ignited it. He held it in a similar way Obi-Wan had seen Darth Maul wield his double-edged saber.

The Inquisitor did not wait for Obi-Wan and rushed the Jedi Master at full speed, angling his saber like a spear.

The Jedi Master closed his eyes and allowed the Force to fully take over his body. It was like he was no longer Obi-Wan; his identity had been replaced by the Living Force itself. Everything was frozen in time. The Inquisitor running towards him was like a slug crawling across a leaf, and atop that slug, Obi-Wan could spot a shining dot.

Obi-Wan remembered a conversation he'd had with Mace Windu about his ability to sense and see shatterpoints. The Jedi Master had described it as the ability to see the future, but only as fragmented warnings. In combat, he'd described it as a special sense that guided his blade to where it needed to strike in order to win.

Obi-Wan saw the small shining dot on the Eighth Brother and he could make out a thread that linked that point to the edge of his blade. If he followed that thread, victory would be his. All this he saw and understood in a fraction of a second, which was exactly how long the fight lasted.

The Eight Brother stopped in his tracks. Obi-Wan was inches away from him. He'd blinked, and suddenly the Jedi Master was there. The Inquisitor felt his body grow extremely heavy. His legs slipped out from under him and he crumpled to the ground.

In fact, his legs had literally slipped out from under him since they were no longer attached to his body. Obi-Wan's blade had run from his right shoulder down to his left hip bone and straight through everything in between. The Eight Brother could feel nothing but pain, which he directed into hatred towards the old Jedi towering over him.

"Die you worthless Jedi scum! Rot in hell!" he spat, blood leaking from his mouth. "I will torture you within an inch of your life and keep you alive like the dog you are so you know that— "

His threats were interrupted by an invisible hand tightening around his throat. He desperately gasped for breath as his upper body was lifted off the ground.

"You bring dishonor to the Inquisitorius and to your Emperor," the Fifth Brother spoke, his voice layered with murderous vengeance. "It is YOU who will die like a dog."

The Fifth Brother slowly closed his fist. The Eighth Brother tried to fight it, all the while blood continued to leak out of his wound onto the volcanic dirt beneath him.

"All hail… Darth Sidious." he managed to whisper before the Fifth Brother completely closed his fist.

The bowl-churning sound of a trachea and spinal cord being crushed was followed by the thud of the Eighth Brother's body hitting the ground.

Obi-Wan had watched the entire spectacle in quiet disgust. This was the way of the Sith, and the idea that it could attract anyone sickened him. Once you pushed past the noble veneer that people like Count Dooku tried to project onto the Dark Side, it's true nature was laid bare. Death, betrayal, jealousy, rage, suffering... That was all the Dark Side offered.

"You will not be able to keep up this power indefinitely, Jedi," the Fifth Brother spoke calmly again. "Only death awaits you in this duel."

"Your move." Obi-Wan replied defiantly.

"I have a bad feeling about this." Plorg muttered to himself as he followed his comrades into the control center.

"Don't start with that, Plorg." June spoke swiftly, giving him a slight kick so he didn't say anything stupid.

She was meticulously analyzing every detail around her, trying to find her opening. The control center had many structural similarities to the control bridge on a capital ship. At the front was a large glass window that gave out onto the barren wasteland of Lola Sayu, instead of empty space. All the Imperial technicians worked in "pits", which were lowered relative to where the commander stood. The center of the room was occupied by a large holotable and a throne-like chair, in which lounged commander Poin; his face a perfect visual representation of the word "smug".

"Lieutenant June You," Poin spoke slowly and deliberately as the Stormtroopers lined the commandos up in front of him. "You and your men are quite the infamous bunch."

"Can't imagine why," she replied placidly. "I've heard stuff about you too."

June's eyes continued to roam the room. There were two Stormtroopers guarding each member of her group, but what bothered her more were the Death Troopers watching over the whole exchange from various corners of the room. She had heard about their skills and was desperately trying to think of a way to neutralize them. For now, she had nothing.

June also noticed their weapons had been piled onto a cart, guarded by two more Stormtroopers. In total, there were twelve Stormtroopers in the room and four Death Troopers, with two more waiting outside. Those were the immediate threats June saw in this room.

Good. So what next? she wondered to herself.

"I try not to pay too much attention to the gossip people spread about me," Poin spoke distractedly, as he glanced over the Rebel's weapons. "Oh, but speaking of gossip…"

Poin reached out and picked up Rex's battered phase II Clone Trooper helmet. He ran his hands along the various scuffs and carves that symbolized Rex's prowess in battle. Its blue accents were faded but still very much visible.

"To think I now have two of you…" he said in a dream-like trance, eying Rex as if he were an exotic bird. "You can't imagine how hard it is to find your kind in a healthy condition these days."

Rex did his best to keep his mounting anger under control. He wasn't handcuffed but he knew the Stormtroopers behind him likely had their blasters aimed straight at his back. If he tried anything now, he'd be dead before he wrapped his hands around Poin's neck.

"We weren't genetically designed for extended life spans," Rex spoke through gritted teeth. "Combined with being forced to kill the people we were born to serve and it's no wonder Palpatine pretty much wiped us out."

"But there are still those like you and your friend who weren't affected by the cellular degeneration," Poin's fascination was quickly wearing on Rex's nerves. "I wonder if it's related to your design as high ranking officers, or perhaps something more individualistic?"

Rex did not answer. He simply held Poin's gaze until the latter broke away to turn towards the holotable, casually throwing Rex's helmet onto it.

"I'd like you to see something," he spoke to no one in particular. "Captain, bring up a holoprojection of the fight outside."

"Right away, sir."

A couple seconds later, the holotable flickered to life to reveal four figures in a standoff, lightsabers in hand.

"Oh we've arrived just at the right time!" Poin was like a child pulling the legs off an insect. "We will all get to see the great general Kenobi finally meet his end."

Rex tried to move forward but the Stormtroopers behind him held him back, pushing their blasters harder into his back. Rex hated feeling powerless, but in this moment all he had was his faith that the general had an ace up his sleeve.

"He certainly is less impressive than I'd imagined," Poin commented drily as he examined Obi-Wan's hologram. "Only one arm. Withered with age. Are we sure this is the great 'Negotiator' of the Clone Wars?"

Kochew let out a low growl in support of the Jedi Master which no one apart from the Rebels understood.

"I sure hope you're right, Ko." June muttered, her eyes fixed upon the holotable, unwilling to look away.

They watched it for one whole minute. A minute that seemed to draw on for hours, but every second was absolute ecstasy. For the Rebels at least. Their eyes were wide with wonder, their jaws hung open in shock. Even Rex, who'd seen Obi-Wan pull of many impressive feats in the past, had just seen something he couldn't quite believe.

"Turn it off!" Poin screamed at the Imperial technicians who quickly scrambled to kill the video feed. The hologram disappeared. The image was gone, but its effect remained.

Several seconds passed where no one said a word. Everyone who wasn't a Rebel had a nervous knot in their stomach. It was least visible in the Death Troopers, but most visible in Poin, who pushed and pulled on his gut as he loosened several buttons on his uniform.

"Awkward." June muttered, eliciting chuckles and smiles from the Rebels.

"Silence!" Poin yelled, stalking up to June and grabbing her face in his hand. "I will no longer hear any backtalk from you!"

"Watch me," June spoke with a murderous gleam in her eyes. "NOW!"

Before anyone could react, Kochew let out a growl which activated the detonator that she'd set to activate on a code word.

The explosion rocked the entire Citadel, as if it were hit by an earthquake. Everyone was thrown to the ground, but the Rebels were able to anticipate it and stay on their feet. They sprang towards what was important and after several seconds, once the shaking had subsided, everyone was able to take stock of what had happened.

Kochew and Rynthan had immediately leapt on the cart carrying their weapons since they were the ones closest to it. They'd tackled the two Stormtroopers guarding it and swiftly snapped their necks. Kochew was holding her heavy blaster rifle, while Rynthan had his smoking blaster pistol pointed at the now dead body of a Death Trooper (the irony of their name was not lost on Rynthan).

Two Stormtroopers had actually shot two of their comrades, but when they removed their helmets, it became clear why. It was Markin and Katerina who pointed their blasters at the three remaining Death Troopers, who in turn, aimed their weapons towards them. The other six remaining Stormtroopers pointed their guns indecisively at the different Rebels.

June was holding Poin hostage with a simple wooden hairpin held against his carotid artery. Rex has elbowed one of the Stormtroopers in the gut, stolen his blaster rifle and was now back to back with June, keeping the Imperial technicians in his sights.

The only Rebel who didn't have a weapon was Plorg. In horror, everyone quickly saw why. The Ugnaught was lying on the durasteel floor, hands clutching his gut to cover a smoking wound that was bleeding profusely. Following the line of fire, everyone understood that Plorg had been shot by the Death Trooper whom Rynthan had then killed. But this justice comforted no one.

"Plorg! Stay with me, buddy!" June yelled at him, tightening her grip on Poin. "Don't any of you come any closer! I'll kill him, you know I will!"

Plorg had managed to lift himself up into a sitting position. The compression it was creating on his guts was incredibly painful, but the hardworking Ugnaught did not care. He cast his large, intelligent eyes across the room, looking to each of his comrades.

"I believe… it is my time. It was my great honor… fighting with you all."

"Stop it, Plorg!" June tried to fight back tears, as well as the urge to kill Poin right where he stood. "Keep pressure on the wound. You'll make it!"

Kochew let out a desperate growl to her long-time friend. It was hard to make out amongst the mounds of fur, but it was clear she was crying.

"Don't leave me, you idiot," she groaned, grief-stricken. "Think about all the plans we'd made!"

"I know… I'm so sorry," Plorg spoke softly, clenching his teeth from the pain. "I wish we'd… had more time."

Plorg gave the Wookie a warm smile as he laid back down on the floor, not taking his eyes off her. His blood had pooled into a hallow around him, but he didn't seem to mind.

"Goodbye, my friends. I have spoken."

The Rebels watched as Plorg chest rose once… twice; noticeably lower… a third time; barely visible… and not a fourth. His small frame was still. His hands were linked like he'd just lied down for a nap, atop a blood-red blanket.

DAMN IT WE'RE DONE! THE DARKNESS CAN FINALLY REST FOR A LITTLE BIT!

So yeah… that was a thing. I don't know if those character deaths felt impactful to you as you read it? Obviously it's hard to form an intimate bond with characters I just introduced one chapter ago, but I hope it at least didn't feel like I a throwaway death. Any thought about those deaths and how they were written is welcome.

Some of you may be wondering: "But wait a minute, I thought you said the Citadel Arc would be over by chapter 13?"

Well you're absolutely right, and the short answer is: I LIED (MUHAHAHAHA!)

All jokes aside, I just realized that if I wanted to make this as effective and meaningful as I wanted, I needed to flesh it out and develop it much more. I'm not going to promise that the Arc will end by chap 14 but definitely by chap 15.

I could have release one big mega chapter that would have concluded the Arc in this chapter, but both for my own satisfaction and yours, I preferred to publish these 11 pages, which is already not bad, instead of 30 pages which would mean even more wait.

So yeah! Tell me what you thought about Obi-Wan's fight. For it and the character death's I'm trying to develop a "poetic" style (I don't like that word but I think it sort of describes it) that makes the descriptions more impactful… Anyway, tell me if you like it and if it worked.

As always, comments, favorites and follows are all greatly appreciated!

ALSO, I'M ON EPISODE 4 OF THE MANDALORIAN, AND WOW! I MEAN I'M SURE YOU ALREADY SAW THE OBVIOUS REFERENCE IN THIS CHAPTER, ALONG WITH ALL THE OTHER LINES I QUOTED.

I'M ITCHING TO GIVE A CAMEO TO A PARTICULAR LITTLE GREEN CHARACTER WE ALL LOVE AT SOME POINT DOWN THE LINE… ;) TELL ME IF THAT SOUNDS APPEALING AS WELL AS ANY THOUGHTS YOU HAVE ABOUT THE MANDALORIAN TV SERIES.