Clone Wars Great Schism Welcome to the Cult of Zaehna
17 BBY, Mid Rim, Venator class Star Destroyer Prospector
Mia ran up to the limp body of the clone captain.
“Caesar!” She yelled.
She kneeled beside him and to her horror, when she shifted his body she found a gashing wound across his abdomen and chest. No doubt it had been made by a lightsaber. She closed her eyes and tried to control the boiling emotions inside her. Grief and anger combining into a turmoil of emotions. She and Master Tiber had served with Caesar since the beginning of the war, more battles than she could count, and now some filthy Sith-wannabe had butchered him like some kind of animal.
She clenched her fists and rose. Her hand gripped her lightsaber and activated the blue shimmering blade and she started running, letting her senses guide her to her master.
They led her to a corridor filled with bodies. Clones and a mix of Weequay, poorly equipped humans and Vorrish warriors. But even more horrible was