Saga - PT Saga - OT The Story of Koon (What if Plo Koon survived the crash?)

I'm currently ending my final exams so I'm finally free to do some fanfic writing
This fanfic touches on how Plo Koon survives the crash and thus continuing his life under the Empire.
There may be new background settings introduced since there is little in-depth description about this beloved Kel Dor Jedi. If any of them contradicts with current setting, please comment to let me know.
This thread displays my latest writing progresses, but sometimes I might scrap ideas so if there're such changes don't get too surprised
All suggestions are welcomed

 

Chapter 1

“Who is more reprehensible, the Jedi who betrayed the Republic, or the clone army who betrayed the Jedi? Or, the Captain who just betrayed the clone army?”

The last thing this Kel Dor had ever seen, was a blazing flame devouring his body. And then followed nothing but the void…

…Until some sort of unrest ensued that awoke him from his long slumber.

What awaited him first was scorching pain in his abdomen and limbs, which fell subject to the deadly free fall over the Neimoidian skies. He tried to let out a grunt, but it stuck in his throat.

Half-buried beneath his starfighter, he couldn't move his body. His ears both injured, all he could hear was some whisper-like conversations:

"We'd better check out Plo Koon's body and make sure he's dead." A voice penetrated through the remains of the starfighter, whose flames had not completely died out. Faint as it sounded, he could identify it as a clone trooper with no second thought. Though this crash under friendly fire shattered his body, his memory were left intact. Even without reaching out to the Force, he was certain this voice belongs to his wingmate, Captain Jag, from the 442nd Battalion.

"Yes, Captain. Better we shoot some blasts on his body to make that certain." Another voice answered - almost imbued with some level of…excitement. Though also a voice of a clone, he could not identify that trooper.

That was for the best. At least it was not his Wolfpack who opened fire on him, he thought. However, though known for his optimism and levelheadedness, the imminent threat of his wounded body taking a few more blasts still lingered.

"Better not. Former General Koon was a good man before the order - plus we're nothing like those nasty battle droids. We clones do not desecrate bodies. That's a thing even battle droids won't do." Captain Jag responded, his words.

If he could fake his death by pretending to be a corpse, Plo Koon tried to tell his tumultuous mind, he might survive - but only through Deep Meditation, an ancient Jedi trick, now apparently obsolete, which required a Jedi not only to let go of all emotions, but also to try to extricate his mind from his physical being. It's a trick that required the utmost extremes. He tried to take the deepest breath he could at the moment -

"But the order came directly from Lord Si-"

"I'm more aware of that than you are." Captain Jag interjected with a sense of authority.

Order? Lord…is that name Sidious? Just before his rationality prevailed over his pain, the turmoil expelled from his mind, some casual words from a nameless soldier struck him by utter surprise.

So this Sidious created an army, whose real and sole purpose was to ruthlessly turn on the Jedi, who is inevitably too preoccupied in the midst of a war to spare any efforts seeking the truth.

The two troopers are closing in - he could now differentiate their footsteps from their chatters. Never have he felt so besieged and forsaken before - even under the pursuit of the Malevolence, he had his clone boys, Wolffe in particular, and an entire Order to rely on. But now, even as he was reaching out to the Force, longing for some connection and assistance from it, what awaited him was a deafening silence, as if blocking him from the Force, ricocheting his attempt into the void.

It never occurred to him before. Visions having come and gone, battles having erupted and faded, the Force was always there - his ally, counselor and compass, and being cut off from the Force was the least he wanted. A sense of doom began to shroud his heart, but as he lay dead, almost, something broke the silence, pulling his consciousness from his body like a hand.

"'Icelake', get a medic to check out Koon's status. You may shoot on him only if his death can't be affirmed."

"And you, 'Racer', you and I are going to remove this crap to get Koon's body out."

Well-trained back in Kamino, the strength of their body sufficed in lifting what remained of the starfighter, but still it took them a while. As they tried to remove the last remaining pieces, their muscles had tensed, their vessels pumping faster. Captain Jag withdrew one hand from the remains and put it vigilantly on his blaster, as the last piece of the fallen starfighter that shielded Plo Koon's body, were cast aside.

"Hey," Racer whispered, "Look at him. Burned, crushed, unconscious. He looks dead."

"He does." Captain Jag replied as his vigil started to fade. Behind his helmet was the weathered face of a soldier who would willing to sacrifice it all for their Republic - as long as it was one. "He has bled a lot, as you can see - it pretty much dyed the ground with blood, and the blood has turned dark. But the Jedi are nobody to be underestimated. As you said, we have to make it certain."

"Captain," a clone's voice emerged from Jag's behind as he turned back. It was 'Icelake' that returned with a medical droid. "Our barrack has just gone under a droid ambush. All of our medicals were killed before reinforcements arrived, except some medical droids. This droid is all I've got."

Jag paused for a couple of seconds, seemingly mourning for his slaughtered comrades, before he rebutted: "Why wasn't I informed of this ambush?"

"It wouldn't be an ambush if we were informed, sir. They were smart enough to cut out communications first. Must be some tactical droid still masterminding it all." Icelake replied. "Captain, don't forget your top priority right now is to make sure Order 66 has been executed without fault."

Jag felt a faint current clicking through his head. There's something that's trying to manipulate him, bypassing his judgments and erasing all his emotions, but before what was left was nothing more than sheer rationality, he could preserve some of his mourning for his fallen brothers, together with some of his respect toward the executed Jedi General.

"Perform a thorough scan through the body, " he commanded to the medical droid. "And check out if the traitor is really dead." The droid moved toward the body as an antenna popped out the droid's head and started moving up and down, casting a blue laser-like radiation over his body.

Had he been the Captain, Racer thought, he would have cast aside those pathetic humanistic gestures and blast that traitor's brain out of his head - he stood silently as he protested in his mind. He was the racer of the squad, always accomplishing every mission in a rush, and this mission was no different. It was the mission. The Jedi were traitors of the Republic. Treachery was the utmost crime. Traitors deserved nothing but their pathetic and immediate demise. He let his right hand rest on his blaster and stay paused for half a second, then raised the blaster, aiming at Koon's head. On Jag's left, Icelake was doing the same - exactly the same, as if uniformed by programming.

But Jag did not. Seemingly lost in thought, he did not exactly follow what his men was doing. Instead, taking a few steps ahead, he stood beside the medical droid and looked at the body.

And that's why Racer readjusted his aim to his captain. A minute had passed, but the droid had not returned any available results yet.

"Captain Jag, " Racer called him. "You're in violation of Order 66 by deliberately procrastinating the determination of the execution. I accuse - "

But the war was not over. Not yet. Before he finished, a tempest of crimson blaster fire emerged from the bushes and a semicircle of battle droids threw the three troopers under siege, as Icelake yelled, "Look out!" before his chest went subject to a shot and his throat letting out his final shout. Jag pulled out his two blasters and charged towards the B1 units, passing Racer and ignoring him for the while.

Whoever was attacking, Racer judged, was much less significant than the immediate execution of this traitor, his old friend and captain. He took evasive positions against the blaster fire that came in his direction and pointed his blaster at Jag again. As several blue blasts flew towards the Captain and ending his last stand, Racer exposed himself to the battle droids. The intensive fire of blasts sent him to the Netherworld alongside his traitor Captain in no more than a second. On the other side was Plo Koon's lifeless body and the medical droid with a blast precisely penetrating its central processing unit.

The last thing that sparked into Racer's head was his regret for talking too much to that Traitor Jag, before he felt something turning off in his brain. What followed was an unprecedently refreshing sense of being extricated from a cage he was imprisoned in ever since his birth.

The mission is over. His mission is over. He's finally…

The word he sought is "freed", but darkness preceded that, and he was no more.

"That's a relief," a droid voice emerged from the siege. It then pointed at the fallen starfighter: "I think I see a dead Jedi out there."

"That's weird. We didn't kill him," another identical voice responded.

 

The sense of betrayal doesn't derail Plo's determination to survive, but that must have shaken him.

Nice analogy here.

Good beginning, hope you continue!

 

Fascinating to read about the clones in the grip of Order 66 & Koon's attempt to avoid being taken out for reals