[b][i][u]The cold, cold ground.[/u][/i][/b] Location: Mandalore's Moon, Concordia, Northern moutain range. Date: 7 years after the battle of Geonosis. An old, battered building stood among the woods, it's domed room half collapsed. Upon closer inspection many burn marks, likely from blasters or explosives, mar it's once smooth surface. "Of course he came back here. Where else would he go?" A lone Mandalorian in black and white skeletal armor slowly approaches, leaning heavily on his spear. [i]Lay me down... In the cold, cold ground...[/i] He enters the building, his nose assaulted by the stench of death. The room is dark, illuminated only by the sunlight streaming through the door, which appears to have been torn from it's hinges. [i]Where before... Many more have gone...[/i] He walks forward, passing the mutilated remains of several humans, all clothed in Imperial uniforms. Whatever killed them had not done it cleanly. The Mandalorian's boots make a small splashing sound as he steps through a puddle of blood, the red liquid having long since cooled. [i]Lay me down... In the cold, cold ground....[/i] He steps over the remains of an Imperial Stormtrooper, the body missing its head and a good deal of it's innards judging by the pieces of flesh scattered around. [i]Where before... Many more have gone...[/i] His boots click silently on the permacrete staircase as he follows it deeper into the building's lower sections. A quiet sobbing echoes through the walls. [i]When they come.... I will stand my ground...[/i] He passes another body, this one missing both arms and at least half it's head. From the remainder of it's face, it appears to not even had the chance to scream. [i]Stand my ground... I'll not be afraid...[/i] He approaches the last room in the building, the sobbing has stopped. [i]Thoughts of home... Take away my fears...[/i] He enters the room, removing his helmet. [i]Blood and dust... Hide my veil of tears...[/i] Sitting on the bed within the room is another Mandalorian, his back to the door, stairing intently at the corpse of an Imperial officer. [i]Once a year... Say a prayer for me...[/i] The officer lies lifeless, a familiar looking Mandalorian beskad saber having entered through the top of his skull, passed through his head, neck, and chest, and is now resting lodged in his heart. From the looks of it, he was put through extreme pain before his life was mercifully ended. [i]Close your eyes... And remember me...[/i] The Mandalorian leans against the door frame, the charred wood creaking against his weight. "Lad... Cannon... You did it. It's over." The Mandalorian looks up, sure enough it is Cannon's face. He looks younger, his scars more recent. His face is streaked with a mixture of blood, dirt, and tears. In his hands rest a tattered, old photograph. "Then while do I feel like it's just starting?" The photograph is of four Mandalorians, all of them without helmets, all of them clones. "What are you going to do next?" Cannon places the photo in his pocket and stands. "I'm going to kill them. All of them. The whole kriffing Empire." [spoiler]closed. Open to comments.[/spoiler]