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 Carth OnasiStar Wars

I was stunned. I just couldn’t believe he would show his face here, my so-called father. He hadn’t changed much since he had abandoned me and my Mum to die. What right did he have to look at me like I’d disappointed him? Well, he’d disappointed me. I’d hoped he was dead!

Every detail of that day was burned into my mind. I’d hoped he would come home soon. I actually missed him while he was gone – protecting other people – when he should have been there for us.

It was a nice day. Birds sung happily in the warmth of the Telos summer sun. I let the sun warm the skin of my arm as I sat on the grass of our garden. Jacob sat opposite me talking happily. As usual, his clothes were mismatched and dirty, good old Jac. He had pulled a couple of old toy soldiers from the depths of his pocket as he talked, pushing them through the grass absentmindedly. Sometimes I missed him.

He said something silly and we ended up rolling on the ground laughing, as usual. The many freckles on his face danced happily. It seemed to take forever for us to calm down. We pulled the grass out of each other’s hair with smiles stuck on our faces.

“Let’s go to mine for a drink. I can show you my new toy laser rifle. My Dad bought it yesterday. It’s awesome!” Jac said happily. He began to scoop up the little soldiers, not knowing that I had slipped one into my pocket; I wasn’t going to keep it, just play with it for a while before slipping it back into his pocket, or just put in on his floor with the other billion soldiers there.

“I’ll just tell Mum,” I told him.

I jogged across the garden and shouted into the house. I heard my Mum make a vague noise of agreement and returned to Jac’s house. We raced all the way and I won. We were just happy to be kids, how stupid.

We weren’t there for more than a couple of minutes when the sky changed colour. I jumped over Jac’s toys to the window. He stood next to me, his sweaty hand on my arm. The sky was filled with ships. Why would ships have been there? Ours was a peaceful world. A couple of people ran past the window, their eyes fixed on the sky. As the ships blocked out the sunlight, day became night.

I heard the screams first. I didn’t know what was going on. Everything lit up orange. The ships rained fire on the houses below. The local school was one of the first to go up. The column of smoke twisted into the sky.

I watched as a ball of flame came closer, not understanding what was happening. At the last moment, I ducked down, but Jac didn’t. I felt the explosion through the floor. My ears rang from the sound. Smoke and debris clung to my skin. I lifted myself carefully and looked around.

His breath was rasping. Jac had somehow got across the room. I didn’t know what was going on. Why was he just lying there? I knelt by Jac’s side. A huge chunk of the window was stuck in his tummy. His hands grasped for it limply, but he couldn’t get a grip. It was too slippery with his blood. I put my hands on his tummy to try and stop the bleeding, but it just seeped through my fingers.

The flow of blood stopped eventually, but I knew he was dead. My friend’s body lay limply on the ground, drenched in his own blood. Tears poured down my cheeks, but I wasn’t entirely sure why.

I climbed up and stumbled onto the streets. I saw the space battle overhead. The bright lights of ships fighting lit the sky. Fires burned everywhere. It smelt strange, like cooking meat, but not quite right. I couldn’t breathe properly. I covered my nose and mouth with my sleeve and wandered through the streets.

“Dustil!”

I turned. My mum was down the street, running towards me. I was about to go to her, when I heard a screeching sound. The chunk of metal that had once been a republic ship crashed into the street, not far away. Mum was replaced by a spray of shattered concrete and metal. It was almost on top of Mum. I knew there was no way she could have survived that.

I walked aimlessly through the streets as I fought harder and harder to breathe. Something was wrong with the air. I stumbled on the cracked ground. I tried to get up, but my legs wouldn’t respond.

“Are you okay, kid?” Said a kind voice.

I opened my eyes to see black robes – Dark Jedi. I remembered what my Dad telling me once that they were evil and not to be trusted. I tried to move away from her, but didn’t get very far.

“It’s okay, I won’t hurt you,” she said. She brushed the hair out of my eyes gently. “My master is going to kill me for this, but why don’t you come with me? I’ll take you to a landing pad.”

What did I have to lose? Everyone was dead and Father had abandoned us. I followed the Sith woman away. She put a mask over my mouth and nose. I gulped down the fresher air. My lungs still burned, but it was better. The Dark Jedi had helped my when my family couldn’t – when he couldn’t.

I looked at the old man before me in his dirty orange jacket. His companions just stood and watched as he stuttered, surprised to see that I hadn’t died when he’d abandoned me. The fool!

“What are you doing here, Father?” I demanded. One hand rested on the hilt of my pistol, while the other traced the shape of the slightly melted toy soldier in my pocket.

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