Caleb wakes with a start, practically crying out as he jerks awake, the voice of his Master so close and real in his mind that he would swear on the Maker she was right there beside him. The mission was supposed to be a simple one: go to Kaller and assist a few village outposts facing oppression by the Separatists. And they had succeeded, with the help of Master Morgan and his Padawan, but nothing could have prepared them for the Order.
Sweat beads on his forehead, and it takes a moment for him to come to his senses. He and Ezra had managed to escape somehow, with the troopers on their heels to the very end. But escape in this instance just means they've made a hide out of an old transport that sluggishly makes its way across the desert and through the small villages crawling with enemy forces. They'll be stopping in another village soon. ]
I guess fell asleep... [ He didn't meant to doze off in the first place. You must focus, Master Billaba might say, but thinking of her evokes the image of bloody blaster bolt holes and wide, vacant eyes... ]
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Caleb wakes with a start, practically crying out as he jerks awake, the voice of his Master so close and real in his mind that he would swear on the Maker she was right there beside him. The mission was supposed to be a simple one: go to Kaller and assist a few village outposts facing oppression by the Separatists. And they had succeeded, with the help of Master Morgan and his Padawan, but nothing could have prepared them for the Order.
Sweat beads on his forehead, and it takes a moment for him to come to his senses. He and Ezra had managed to escape somehow, with the troopers on their heels to the very end. But escape in this instance just means they've made a hide out of an old transport that sluggishly makes its way across the desert and through the small villages crawling with enemy forces. They'll be stopping in another village soon. ]
I guess fell asleep... [ He didn't meant to doze off in the first place. You must focus, Master Billaba might say, but thinking of her evokes the image of bloody blaster bolt holes and wide, vacant eyes... ]
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