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TCW: Resurrection Part 2 Echo helped Fives to his feet. “I have a contact. We’ll get off the planet.” He tossed Fives a black shirt.
Fives pulled his shirt on. “The Jedi?”
A look of distain crossed Echo’s face. “The left us to die. We’ll return the favor.”
“Echo?” Fives froze, shocked. This isn’t the Echo I knew.
“Come one.” Echo led Fives through the winding streets of the lower levels. They moved upward.
Fives stepped off a walkway and leaned against a slimy wall. “I need a breather.”
Echo gazed upward.
Smoke drifted into Five’s nostrils. Above them in a narrow patch of sky, smoke billowed from the Jedi temple.
A body plunged from the upper levels. It crashed onto a walkway and lay still.
TCW: Resurrection Part 1Two days before Order 66
With every breath and heartbeat, pain throbbed in his chest. Fives opened his eyes. The room, wherever it was, had little light. He lay on some sort of bunk, though it had no decent padding.
“Hey, Fives.” A clone, half his face burned by some accident, stood over Fives. “It’s me, Echo.”
Fives squinted. “I thought Hell would be hotter.” I was a bad soldier.
Echo chuckled. “You’re not dead.”
Fives moved his hand to his chest. His fingers touched a bandage. “How?”
“From what I know, they you carbon frozen right away so your brain would be in good shape for dissection. For some reason, they just threw you out, carbonite and all.” Echo shrugged. “Kix tracked you down and kept frozen until he found a heart and when he did,
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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