Myla sighed as she looked up into the gloomy gray clouds. She really should have checked the weather before she came here. But when her Y-Wing's database had told her that this planet was the nearest with a Jedi presence, she had made the short flight. After more than a century and a half, she was going to return to the Order. Pulling up her hood, the Mirialan began her walk towards the Jedi outpost. Myla glanced furtively around the paved street for anyone with a lightsaber, comforted partially by her own saber thumping against her leg. Overhead, the rumble of thunder signalled an imminent storm. And with the thunder, as always, came the memories. The muddy hills of Jabiim, with the AT-TEs marching stoically towards a line of Separatists as the clones supporting the walkers were mowed down by a repeating cannon. Looking down at the wounded begging for help, for healing, when Myla knew that all she could do was end their suffering. She stumbled, trying to stem the flow of painful memories.
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