Author: Ceillean Title: Fragments Genre: Everything Rating: I have no idea. Timefame: Beyond the Saga -- Legends Characters: all my favorites, but probably mostly Kyp/OC So...I haven't posted anything in a long time. I got all nostalgic and after roaming the boards, I decided to give the Drabble Challenge a try. I'd forgotten how much fun it is to write and also forgotten how aggravating it is to only be able to write exactly 100 words. Hope you enjoy. **** Week One Valor “I have to.” “You’ll die.” He could sense her paralyzing fear for him. “Please, Kyp.” Her voice wavered and he knew that if he turned to face her, he would see tears in her eyes. “This isn’t your fight.” They heard the screams of the innocent and smelled the stench of Death. Kyp would put an end to this horror. He had no other choice. “There has to be another way.” There wasn’t. And they both knew it. Either he intervened or dozens of innocent beings would die. He wouldn’t let that happen. Activating his lightsaber, Kyp headed into battle. Honor She watched him leave even though every molecule in her body demanded to hold him back. But this was his duty, to help those in need and whatever it took, Jedi Master Durron would see it through to the very end, no matter the consequences. No matter if it meant losing his life. She hoped, she prayed to anyone willing to hear her that he would return in one piece. She couldn’t imagine a universe without him. Eliziya glanced down to her holstered blaster. She could help him. She gathered the last bit of courage she had left and ran. Sacrifice He heard the blastershots before he saw her, before he could grasp what was happening. The alien in front of him toppled to the ground as Kyp cut him down with his lightsaber. Behind him, he sensed another attack and quickly ended its life with a stroke across its neck. He saw her. His Eliziya, her blaster firmly gripped in her hand, distracting them so he could end it all. One of them come up behind her. It was over before he understood what had happened. Eliziya fell to her knees, the blade of a vibrosword embedded in her torso. Defeat He raged. He screamed as he let hatred, anger and foremost grief take hold of him. He didn’t care as he opened the gates to the Dark Side. Blinded by emotions, he cut them all down. He didn’t know how long it took but eventually all he could hear was his heavy breathing. He dropped to his knees beside her. She was still alive but fading. “I couldn’t let you do this alone.” She whispered with a smile. Kyp held her hand tightly and he wept. She was his life. His light. How could he go on without his light? Victory “Give it a few weeks. She’ll be fine.” The medic squeezed Kyp’s shoulder reassuringly. “You did well out there.” Kyp didn’t answer. He rescued half a village. The villagers could go on and live their lives happily. But he nearly lost the one thing that kept him sane in a universe so very dark. Kyp took a steadying breath while he watched Eliziya behind the thick glass of a bacta tank. Yeah, they’d done well. But he’d torn down the inner wall to his personal hell. He could still feel tendrils of dark side energy. Victory. A bitter sweet victory.