Ask A Spark of Rebellion

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    Leah blinked several times as slipped back into consciousness. Dust suffocated the air, ash clung to her hair. She was disheveled, confused and in complete shock. Moments ago, she was meditating in her personal chambers, legs crossed over a modest cushion. Next thing she knew, she was sprawled on the floor, one leg sprained under some rubble and blood trickling down the other. Fueled by pure instinct, Leah had crawled from her shattered room and into the outside corridor. Her ears were ringing, but her eyes saw the fire and smoke that enveloped the hall. The temple violently shook again. Immediately, she realized what was happening: a bombing run.

    One hand pressed to the wall, she limped and struggled to find her way. She had walked those halls for years, but it was suddenly a maze to her. The Jedi had no idea where to go, instead she was desperate to find her husband. He would know what to do and how to escape this unforeseen horror. Still, she couldn’t find him, especially in the state she was in. What she needed to do now was walk and think. Even as the old temple continued to tremble against every barrage, even as she lights all but flickered off. It was only a matter of time before she was either buried or burned alive.

    Her mind clicked into place: the caves. Half a millennia ago, the old Jedi had created a cavern system beneath the temple in search of naturally-occurring kyber crystals. There were several entrances into that very labyrinth sprinkled around the sanctuary, all Leah had to do was find one—and pray her husband had done the same. He was the best of them, after all. There was no reason for him to get lost in the chaos, she told herself. There was no excuse for him not to be safe underground, anxiously waiting for her arrival. But he didn't need to worry. The Force was with her as much as it was with him.

    Another explosion ripped down the corridor to her left. She stumbled before collapsing to the ground, blindsided. Pain shot through her leg and she grit her teeth. Leah needed help, and fast.

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    Dammit! Thought a scarred face Duros, lying in the rubble covered floor on his left side, his head ringing. Above him the roof continued to be shaken by Imperial firepower. Grunting, Hugo Ion forced himself up by the knees and looked around. What he found caused the blue humanoid’s heart to sink.

    Corpses by the dozens inside the headquarters, laid all around him, crushed by falling stones or torn to pieces by shrapnel. All the victims were the Alliance leadership and staff personal. Hugo Ion shook his head, in horrified disgust. First the operation failed and now our command has been wiped out. Those kriffing fools they lured the Empire right here!

    Another violent shake caused the Duros ship captain to start crawling for the exit on the right-hand side. Grimacing from the pain Hugo climbed and pushed over bodies away until he reached the hallway. “Need to get out of this place.” The rebel whispered out loud getting to his feet. Subsequently, he proceeded to run through the path toward the left corridor, feeling the the foundations trembling.

    It was a struggle just keep standing let alone move but Hugo wasn’t known to quit even in life or death situation like the instant. Just as the Durosian made a turn and an explosion ignited yards away in front. His red eyes were blinded for a moment, and he fell back. Seconds later vision to him, spotting a human woman with a wounded leg on the floor nearby. Without hesistion Hugo jumped up in spite of physical torment and rushed over to the lady’s side.

    “You alive?” Captain Ion asked, offering his right arm for her to grab if she was breathing.

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    She struggled. While death was not yet knocking on her door, it was close. Every explosion and roar of fire brought her closer to its cold embrace. It was only a matter of time before the old sanctuary collapsed under the weight of the Imperial presence. How they reached the temple left her confused, and what her surprised her more was the bombardment. If Sith were involved, they would not have hesitated to personally march into the temple, ransack the artifacts and ensure the Jedi within were ash or rotting flesh. But the attack was erratic. Something else was going on.

    Her train of thought derailed as another voice cut through. As one hand clawed at the wall, the other found the arm of a stranger. Leah looked up, unafraid but uncertain, then was filled with hope. Another survivor and a rebel too— she was not alone. It meant there was still a chance the rest of them, her husband included, made it into the kyber mines in time. The stranger also meant there was a chance for her to reach it too, because there was no way she could make it on her own. The Jedi knew how to get there but not in the state she was in. Fortunately, she was not alone.

    I’m okay— I’m okay.” She answered, once for him and second for herself. A little encouragement to drive her back to her full height, albeit against the backbone of the Duros. Moving in tandem with his every step, she hoped to lead the pair to the nearest avenue underground. “We have to get to the caves. The other Jedi— they know to rendezvous there. Hurry, this way.” She limped beside him, doing her best to motion the rebel toward the caves. Little did she realize the crystal caverns were a secret only to the Jedi. In times like these, they were ordered to abandon nonessential rebels and rally underground. After all, it was their survival that mattered.

    But whether the particular rebel Leah was with could join her or not was no longer up for debate. She needed him for support. She needed to survive, at all costs: for her husband and the future of the Order. Still, doubt lingered. The Jedi wasn’t afraid to die, but she was afraid to lose. Afraid to lose everything and everyone she loved. Coughing through the smoke, she asked the Duros. “Have you seen any other survivors yet?” Her voice carried greater importance to her final word. “Any Jedi?

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    For some reason the human before him looked vaguely familiar. But I can’t place where from exactly. Not wanting to waste time Hugo put that thought on hold for the time being. It wasn’t too hard to do with Imperial wrath raining down on them. After making sure his fellow survivor can stand and move Duros began to move as fast as he can manage. Pain spike with each new motion but Captain Ion wasn’t a stranger to torment.

    Keep moving, don’t stop!

    Hugo reminded himself silently, with dust and pebbles falling on him. Soon enough he heard the woman mentioned caves. If it wasn’t for the fact they were literally running for their very lives the rebel would’ve paused and questioned her about this information. That will have to be saved for later if the pair survived this night. It was the mention of the Jedi that Hugo realize who this person likely was likely.

    One of them, the legendary guardians that the galaxy believed to have been extinct for centuries. The truth was more complicated than the stories would have people believe. Personally Hugo was still trying to be make up his mind about them. Behind them a massive block of stone collapsed, breaking into pieces.

    “I hope these caves do exist. Or we’re going to be permanent residents here.” The blue humanoid remarked. When the lady asked him if there was anyone else who survive, specifically Jedi. If it weren’t for the loud explosions and man made tremors that echoed above them Leah would’ve heard the rebel running beside her sigh.

    “No I’m afraid. Let’s hope we can find others when we reach this destination of yours.”

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    Oh.” She answered under her breath. Her voice sank back down her chest and a lump settled in her throat. Leah was afraid. The other Jedi were plucked from every corner of the galaxy, out of conclaves that survived generations of genocide and isolation. If they died in this temple, then truly the flame of the Jedi Order would die. They were the last of the last. She needed to survive in order to carry on that dying flame, but she didn’t want to survive alone. Leah was barely a Master. There was no way she could lead in such trying times. So, she prayed her husband survived.

    Another gasp escaped her as the temple trembled again. A roar of fire burst from a nearby room, meters from devouring her along with it. The bombardment was intensifying, and the old sanctuary was finally giving in. Every second now was a second the pair needed to successfully escape into the caves, the entrance of which laid directly down the last hall she turned to. Her hand slid from the wound on her leg, and with one finger painted in blood, she pointed to what looked like a dead end. “That’s it— the way down. We’re almost there.

    Leah hobbled forward, faster now despite the pain. The gate into the cavern was unopened, a sign that they would be first to reach it. Her heart sank a second time, but her mind reassured her that there were other entrances sprinkled throughout the temple. There was still hope the other Jedi, her husband included, made it out alive. Whether she and the familiar rebel would, however, was up for debate. As close as they were, it didn’t mean they were out of the woods. Death hanged above them both as much as it did before. They just had to make the final steps to freedom.

    Come on!” She said, much less demanded. Leah was in no position to command, and little did she know she was speaking to the eventual Commander of the Galactic Alliance. Her real focus was survival, so she assumed the other rebel might understand.

    Regardless of his feelings, she rushed as far as her limp could take her to the gate. Rocks fell, but with her extended hand, the Force smacked each one away. And when they came close enough to the dead end, the older woman aimed the palm of her hand to the wall. Sealed by the Force by a long lost Jedi, the wall would slide to an open. But when it did, she would be too tired to continue. It was now up to the rebel to haul her into the cave. Even then, that was the least of their problems. Because behind them, new and desperate faces followed.

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    Death doesn’t discriminate.

    Hugo silently confessed. It was a harsh true he had lived with for a very long time. All the same the Duros sincerely hoped more people survived this man made calamity. Suddenly anger flared within him, remembering what lead to their crisis.

    Those force damned zealots! That so-called plan of theirs failed and they lead a trail all the way back to our main base.

    Captain Ion’s eyes became more downcast as shame griped his soul. I’m a bigger fool for not objecting more firmly to that half baked scheme. But no I fell in line all because our late commander and the rest of the council were so desperate for results insisted upon it. The Jedi were right and we ignored them!

    Even so the rebel refused to dwell on it further, pushing harder despite the strain on his own injured body. The heart pounded with increasing fatigue and torment. Personal condemnation aside Hugo Ion was not one to just lay down and die. He just gritted his teeth harder and hobbles along with Leah as fast as able to.

    It helped the Jedi woman urged him to keep moving. Rank did not matter in a moment like this one. Of course he is still going to question with her later about the secret caverns which had not mentioned until now. Assuming they survive at least. Seeing the gate before them.

    “I don’t suppose you have a magic password for it?”

    Hugo asked in sarcastic jest, mostly likely to suppress his hidden panic. Ion’s red eyes were widened in brief wonder as Leah used the force to open the entrance. However, the Jedi was about to collapse from sheer exhaustion that the rebel ship captain intervened, placing one of her arms over his shoulders.

    “Almost there cmon.” Said Hugo to encourage Leah and himself.

    Grunting while his sores worsened from the strain but the rebel was too stubborn to give up now and hauled them both onward. Finally at the last few meters, he let out a battle cry before throwing Leah into the cave and jumped in after her. The Durosian collapsed sideways into the cavern floor, muttering curses at the pain mixing in his native tongue and Huttese.

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    Leah collapsed down a narrow stairwell and into the floor. The stone was lifeless and cold, a stark contrast to the fiery hall they had left behind. Her nails traced through the grooves in the rock as she mustered her strength despite physical and mental exhaustion. Head tilted, her eyes drifted to the cavern ceiling. Untouched for decades, shards of kyber jutted from the stone, entwined with jagged stalactites to create a brilliant cluster of white. She paused, breathless, before tremors of the bombardment returned. The reality of the situation was still dire, and Leah needed to see if other Jedi had similarly reached the underground mines.

    Then, she heard a familiar voice. “Leah?” Her name, the question, the tone. Relief flooded through her as she recognized the voice of her husband, Eli. Her head twisted around to see his face. She reached out, ready to cry tears of joy, glad to know he was alive and she was not alone. “You’re here. By the Force, you’re here.” Naturally, she leaned into him. “Yes, I’m here. It's alright.” He repeated back, running his fingers through her hair, relieved as much as she. The worst of the attack, to her, was now over. Her greatest fears now smothered by the warm embrace of her husband.

    The bombardment continued again. Cries were heard. Pleas of help down the same terrible hall she thought she left for good. Instinct compelled her to look back, only for the other Jedi Master to do the same. She clung to him. “It’s too late— we can’t.” She whispered, no longer the selfless woman she was meant to be. Her ordeal was over, it had to be. The rebel remnants outside, to her, weren’t worth risking the last of the Jedi to save. They brought this hell down themselves. There was no reason for her or the Order, who already gave so much for the Rebellion, to pay the price.

    Fear returned. A lingering doubt that Eli would leave her only seconds after their reunion, and this time for good. As terrible as it was, she prayed he and the rebel would understand and remain in place. The temple could only last for so long.

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    Breathing deeply, the Duros laid on the edge of the stairs. With another grunt Captain Ion looked and saw the kyper crystals hanging throughout stone-ceiling. His mouth dropped in utter awe, mesmerized by the sight. He never thought to behold the very element that power lightsabers in its rawest form.

    Quickly he heard Leah’s name being spoken by a familiar voice. Looking down the steps Hugo the Jedi woman holding...Eli! Of course the Durosian knew the man more commonly as Master Reach a good friend of his. While not fully sure about the rest of Jedi, Eli had his complete trust as a good and dependable man. Ion’s spirits lifting before realizing.

    Leah, now I remember. That’s his wife who he never shuts up about, and she was at the last meeting.

    Flashes of fire and the loud sound of falling rocks outside the entrance, returned Hugo back to the cruel reality. It was made more evident when panicked voices rang out mixed in with screams.

    “Somebody help us!”

    “Oh Gods why?”

    Twisting around he spotted dozens of fallen rebels crushed to death by collapsed rubble and those still alive buried underneath, hanging on for dear life. Horrified the captain forced himself up. He had a spilt second choice to make. Either stay inside with the two Jedi and survive or likely get himself killed to save people who probably die anyway. Subsequently, Hugo Ion with renewed determination in his crimson eyes made his decision.

    “I’m coming hold on!”

    The blue skinned rebel replied back, before miraculously running out the opened door in full view of the Jedi couple. Hugo didn’t consider himself any kind of hero and was most certainly aware of his own flaws and personal demons. Yet in none of that mattered him now or whether he lived or died in the next few moments. Those were his people and he won’t abandon them.

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    The rebel was the first to jump into action. The cries of the dead or dying was a terrible symphony in chorus to the ongoing bombardment. Even as her ears rang, Leah could not escape their pleas. And as hard as she urged Master Reach to remain, he could not escape them either. A true Jedi, he was compelled to act. He joined the Rebellion for a reason, and there was no reason for him to watch the men and women he worked with die by the hand of the Sith. Like the rebel captain he also knew, Eli slipped from Leah’s clasp and readied to launch into the blazing corridor with Hugo.

    He needs help— they need help.” He said, then reassured, “Don’t worry, I’ll be right back. I promise.” A thin smile, a ray of hope in the dark, tugged his lips. With a hand on one cheek, he kissed the other before rushing to the cavern exit. Leah clung to that hope, daring to find optimism in a world full of despair. The Force willing, her husband and the rebel would return in one piece and with more survivors. She prayed she was wrong, and that sinking feeling inside her was nothing more than baseless paranoia.

    Leah wanted to help too, albeit for the safety of the other Jedi, but she was too exhausted. Already, she lost too much blood, which now trailed out of the cracks in her fingers as she pressed against the wound. What remained of her energy was now pooled together into that opening. The Force would bind it and save her from death, but she would still be left without the chance to intervene. Without the opportunity to deliver her husband from the terrible, unseen fate that awaited him.

    Meanwhile, in the hall, Eli quickly caught up beside Hugo. Just halfway down the hall, half a dozen rebels limped from the rubble and to freedom. The other half wailed, still alive but barely, under the rock, desperate and clawing for a way out. Another dozen, by then, were either dead or too mangled to save. The Jedi and the rebel captain had to pick and choose now, and for Eli, he chose the ones that needed help the most. With outreached hands, he used the Force to move each ton of rock to create an opening from which the injured could escape. “Hurry—“ He rasped to Hugo, weary. “Help them.

    Debris continued to fall. It was a miracle the temple had yet to fully collapse, but it was only a matter of time.

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    The smoke from the new fires were thick as hutt slime, causing Hugo to cough several times in the midst of the mad sprint. Nevertheless he did not slow down and soon joined by Reach. They sped past the rebels who could make to shelter in their own feet and head for those still breathing yet trapped underneath crumbled stone and mortar. Before the alien officer could even attempt to pull the rubble away Eli used the Force to do it instead.

    That trick never gets old. Hugo thought with new found hope.

    Of course he centered the rest of his attention to the wounded survivors just as Master Reach pleaded for him to do. The Durosian took the arm of the first victim and lifted him up, using the young girl to head for the recently discovered exit. “Go on!” He shouted loud enough for all to hear and repeated, helping each fallen men and women to rise and support one another to keep moving. The last one was a sobbing Sullustan female with both legs broke

    Despite his own heavily fatigued state Captain Ion picked up the small woman into his arms. He briefly looked back at Reach and said.

    “Thank you old friend.”

    Without any further delay the Alliance veteran carried his charge and moved as fast as able. The Sullustan wrapped her arms around Hugo neck like embracing a parent for comfort and moaned to herself in a mixture of fright and pain. Coughing from the lingering fumes Hugo held on tighter to qiuetly ressuring the crippled survivor that he won’t let go.

    “Hold on recruit we’re going to make it.” Said the scar faced Duros racing back to the cave that was filling up with people. He wanted to look back and see if Eli was following them but his lower limbs threatened to give away. It was an agonizing effort just keep moving with his injuries and carrying a fellow rebel.

    Master Reach will make it through this. I know he will.


    Ion vowed to himself in the confines of his mind, nearing the cavern of their salvation.

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    Leah watched with trepidation as the pair melted into the smoke. With her wound sewn together, she plodded to the entrance hoping to see what was going on. Nails red, lips cracked and eyes wide, the older Jedi peered far down the corridor. Through the gray, several new faces, most unfamiliar rebels, stumbled from the rubble and into the refuge of the cavern. To those with wounds too great, she made every effort to heal them the same way she did her own. In the end, they were all rebels. They all stood against the malice of the Empire, especially as they laid waste to the temple. Still, her heart and mind was with her husband.

    He was busy shoveling through the rubble, freeing others trapped beneath it or were thought dead. Most were conscious enough to crawl through and stagger to the caves on their own, but several were not. Fortunately, the strongest of them were quick to help the weakest. A sign of unity against a backdrop of misery. Hope restored, Eli continued his work. Even Captain Ion, one of his closest friends among the Rebellion and the bravest person he knew, picked others up from the ground, including a female Sullustan with legs too broken to go on. With almost all the nearest survivors salvaged, all he needed to do was—

    An explosion, the hundredth of its kind, tore through the ceiling. On natural instinct, the Jedi Master raised his hand and pressed a wall of the Force against it. The fire hissed, furious and in a frenzy to devour him and the survivors still in the corridor. Step by step, Eli trudged to the door, to Leah. Ahead, more rubble fell, but stopped inches over the Captain and the terrified rebel in his arms. The Jedi was pouring all his focus, and energy, into keeping that remnant of the temple together. But for all his wisdom and strength, it was impossible. He knew it, and so did she.

    Leah turned to him. “Eli—“ She cried, rising up and stumbling toward him. For all her exhaustion, she wanted to help. She needed to, else the one man in her life would die. As some of the last rebels slipped into the entrance, she reached her hand out to him through the door, but an invisible barrier compelled her to stay. “Please.” Her voice cracked. For the tiniest moment, the two locked eyes. The bond they shared connected each to the other, and as she breathed so did he. They were one. And in that instant, he smiled. Then, he mouthed three words, lost to the thunder of the shattered temple.

    With both hands, he hurled the last rebels, along with her, into the caves. Blinding light consumed him and the inferno enveloped the hall. Rock and stone crashed down and sealed the entrance, leaving Leah sprawled on the ground, swallowed with shock and anguish.

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    Before Hugo could even blink, a fiery eruption roared into existence. Massive rocks fell toward him and the wounded woman he carried. Yet the sudden death that should’ve followed did not came. Turning to look for a brief moment he Master Reach hold the inferno and stones aided through the force. This selfless act allowed the rest of them to make it to the entrance. It was in the next instant Captain Ion witnessed what a Jedi is truly capable of and willing to pay...

    Without warning Leah, Hugo and the wounded Sullustan were force thrown out of the way before a great flash consumed the hall followed by crumbling rubble. Hitting the floor with a thud with the wounded rebel by his side, the ship captain laid there, utterly stunned by what just happened. For what seemed to be an eternity a devastated expression formed over his face, staring aimlessly back at the crystal covered roof.

    It can’t be!

    Was all he could think of. The words played back in his mind over and over again. The man he called a comrade no, a brother was gone. Hugo knew by now through personal experience that death can and will come to all who were mortal.

    The battled hardened rebel did not want to accept the fact his best friend was dead. It was too cruel to bear after all the Empire and already him and the galaxy. Sorrow flooded in threatening to burst within him until catching groans and mutterings. Slowly Hugo glanced at the surroundings, seeing a collection of injuried and scared survivors stood and sat around. While a few overjoyed at being alive, others were numbed with shock or despair.

    The Rebellion they all lived and fought for had just been rendered nothing but ashes. It taking this miserable sight that stirred the wayward Durosian. No we will not end like this. Reach’s sacrifice will not be in vain.

    With this silent vow he mustered what remained of his strength and energy. Grunting and softy cursing at the spiked like torment throughout his whole body Hugo stood up for all to see, bloodied but unbroken. With a voice firm with proven authority Captain Ion called to the desperate band.

    We have to get out of here. Alright, those who are able treat the injured and get ready to carry them. The sooner we move the better.”

    Taken aback the survivors said and did but stared at the blue humanoid. Their faces were written with hopelessness and exhaustion. Yet Hugo held his ground with unwavering resolute in the face of it all, gradually won them over. Moments later the remaining rebels began to carry out their new leader’s orders. Silently relived Ion helped the grieving Leah up to her feet before proceeding to organize the group.

    Despite the fact their base had been leveled and countless souls lost he refused to believe this was the end of their movement.

    The dawn will come.

    Hugo Ion thought, memorializing what Master Reach used to say to him. The Rebellion will live on!

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