It's hard to believe that it came to this
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neverlosemyfocusEverything changed for Siri on Mygeeto. The mission was supposed to be.... not routine, exactly. But it was a battle, same as any number she’d been in since the Clone Wars began. More important, perhaps. Or so they’d been told. She’d been sent, along with her ARF troopers (lead by Sergeant Boomer), to assist Master Mundi in the assault on the planet. Master Mundi and his marines were going in loud, and Siri and her troopers were going in silently, keeping as many as they could off of Ki-Adi and his men. They had several AT-RT’s at their disposal, but Siri kept them at the back; they would no doubt need them by the time the mission was over, but until then she was keeping them watching their flanks.
The battle was long, and exhausting, and she lost too many men; any men were too many. She hated it, hated the pointless loss of life. She didn’t care whether or not they were clones. That didn’t matter. They were living beings, they were HER men. And they were dying. And she could feel every single one of their deaths. She pushed herself harder, doing what she could to protect them. No matter whether or not it was the proper thing to do. She deflected the flurry of blaster bolts that would have killed Boomer, reaching out with the Force and shoving the attackers, hard, against the rocky, icy wall, knocking them senseless. He gave her a nod.
“Thanks.”
She nodded, giving him an exhausted, crooked smile before turning her attention back to the mission.
It was only what Master Adi called her extraordinary sensitivity to Force warnings that saved her life, later. She was pivoting sharply, her lightsaber at the ready before she even knew WHY, as Boomer and the rest of her ARF troopers opened fire on her. Shock and betrayal tightened her chest, and sorrow (Master Mundi was dead, she felt it, felt him die, felt the Force screaming in agony as more and more Jedi were struck down, the shock of it almost a physical blow; she couldn’t BREATHE), but she deflected the blaster bolts and took off at a run. Drawing on the Force, she leapt off the edge of the cliff. Blasts from the AT-RTs hit the ground behind her, the force of the explosion sending her flying, her controlled leap across the chasm no longer controlled at all.
She felt something snap in her left arm, her shoulder, pain coursing through her body as she impacted with the cliff face. She only just managed to get a handhold on the rock and ice as she began to fall. No matter how much it kriffing hurt she couldn’t let it stop her; Boomer and the others were pursuing her. She could sense it. Letting go of the pain, she tried to climb the rest of the way up. But her arm wasn’t in any sort of shape for her to make it. So she made the decision, letting go of the rock face and plunging into the freezing water below.
It was cold enough to steal her breath away, and she knew she didn’t have much time to pull herself out before she would freeze, even with the Force on her side. She forced herself to swim, even though every movement of her shoulder sent white-hot agony jolting through her body, moving through the water rapidly toward a crevice carved into the ice wall. Pulling sharply on the Force, she launched herself out of the water, catching a hold of the ice with her good hand.
She was moving sluggishly now, the wet and the cold and her injuries taking their toll. But she opened herself to the Force, let it fill her, and she pushed herself onwards. She needed to get to a ship, get off Mygeeto and DO something. Anything. Kriff, how had it come to this?
Shivering, she let the Force guide her as she made her way cautiously and silently to where she’d be most likely to find a ship.
That ship ended up being one of the very fighters her troopers had piloted to the planet; the battle to reach it was short and to the point. She couldn’t afford anything else. With her lightsaber temporarily out of commission due to her plunge into the lake, she didn't hesitate in picking up a blaster. As much as she mourned the necessity of it, she took out the troopers she needed to, before sprinting up the landing ramp and slamming it closed behind her. Piloting wasn’t any easier than climbing or using her lightsaber with her injured arm, but she no longer noticed the pain; the ice cold water had numbed it thoroughly. Pushing the ship as hard as she could, she blasted off the planet.
The ship was damaged in the ensuing fire fight. Despite her skill, she wasn’t piloting in top form, and there were hits taken. But she managed to take out enough of them to make it to hyperspace with no pursuit, which she considered a gift from the Force. It was only when she was certain she’d made it safely away from Mygeeto that she began attempting to tend to her injuries.
Her first thought was to return to the Temple. The beacon was a trap; there was no doubt in her mind, even without the Force warning. But she couldn’t sit by and do nothing. It was her home.
Then the beacon’s message changed. To a voice she knew all too well. Obi-Wan. Thank the Force. It told her so much. He was alive. And there were others like her, other Jedi that had lived. Their numbers had been decimated, their world razed to the ground, but they hadn’t been destroyed. Not entirely.
She just had to find them. Find him.
And survive long enough to do so.
The battle was long, and exhausting, and she lost too many men; any men were too many. She hated it, hated the pointless loss of life. She didn’t care whether or not they were clones. That didn’t matter. They were living beings, they were HER men. And they were dying. And she could feel every single one of their deaths. She pushed herself harder, doing what she could to protect them. No matter whether or not it was the proper thing to do. She deflected the flurry of blaster bolts that would have killed Boomer, reaching out with the Force and shoving the attackers, hard, against the rocky, icy wall, knocking them senseless. He gave her a nod.
“Thanks.”
She nodded, giving him an exhausted, crooked smile before turning her attention back to the mission.
It was only what Master Adi called her extraordinary sensitivity to Force warnings that saved her life, later. She was pivoting sharply, her lightsaber at the ready before she even knew WHY, as Boomer and the rest of her ARF troopers opened fire on her. Shock and betrayal tightened her chest, and sorrow (Master Mundi was dead, she felt it, felt him die, felt the Force screaming in agony as more and more Jedi were struck down, the shock of it almost a physical blow; she couldn’t BREATHE), but she deflected the blaster bolts and took off at a run. Drawing on the Force, she leapt off the edge of the cliff. Blasts from the AT-RTs hit the ground behind her, the force of the explosion sending her flying, her controlled leap across the chasm no longer controlled at all.
She felt something snap in her left arm, her shoulder, pain coursing through her body as she impacted with the cliff face. She only just managed to get a handhold on the rock and ice as she began to fall. No matter how much it kriffing hurt she couldn’t let it stop her; Boomer and the others were pursuing her. She could sense it. Letting go of the pain, she tried to climb the rest of the way up. But her arm wasn’t in any sort of shape for her to make it. So she made the decision, letting go of the rock face and plunging into the freezing water below.
It was cold enough to steal her breath away, and she knew she didn’t have much time to pull herself out before she would freeze, even with the Force on her side. She forced herself to swim, even though every movement of her shoulder sent white-hot agony jolting through her body, moving through the water rapidly toward a crevice carved into the ice wall. Pulling sharply on the Force, she launched herself out of the water, catching a hold of the ice with her good hand.
She was moving sluggishly now, the wet and the cold and her injuries taking their toll. But she opened herself to the Force, let it fill her, and she pushed herself onwards. She needed to get to a ship, get off Mygeeto and DO something. Anything. Kriff, how had it come to this?
Shivering, she let the Force guide her as she made her way cautiously and silently to where she’d be most likely to find a ship.
That ship ended up being one of the very fighters her troopers had piloted to the planet; the battle to reach it was short and to the point. She couldn’t afford anything else. With her lightsaber temporarily out of commission due to her plunge into the lake, she didn't hesitate in picking up a blaster. As much as she mourned the necessity of it, she took out the troopers she needed to, before sprinting up the landing ramp and slamming it closed behind her. Piloting wasn’t any easier than climbing or using her lightsaber with her injured arm, but she no longer noticed the pain; the ice cold water had numbed it thoroughly. Pushing the ship as hard as she could, she blasted off the planet.
The ship was damaged in the ensuing fire fight. Despite her skill, she wasn’t piloting in top form, and there were hits taken. But she managed to take out enough of them to make it to hyperspace with no pursuit, which she considered a gift from the Force. It was only when she was certain she’d made it safely away from Mygeeto that she began attempting to tend to her injuries.
Her first thought was to return to the Temple. The beacon was a trap; there was no doubt in her mind, even without the Force warning. But she couldn’t sit by and do nothing. It was her home.
Then the beacon’s message changed. To a voice she knew all too well. Obi-Wan. Thank the Force. It told her so much. He was alive. And there were others like her, other Jedi that had lived. Their numbers had been decimated, their world razed to the ground, but they hadn’t been destroyed. Not entirely.
She just had to find them. Find him.
And survive long enough to do so.