The river was quiet, with no evidence of the body that had fallen in. The rest of the clones had already considered the objective completed and were heading back to the airfield. Only two peered over the edge, checking for anything that would indicate she survived.
"I don't see a body," One mused to the other. "She could have survived. Swam away. We should lock down the ports in case she tries to escape."
"She's dead." The other insisted. "No one could have survived that. Not even a Jedi. Just call it in."
The first clone stared for a second longer, searching for any sign of life. His companion pushed his arm, and he complied reluctantly, holding his comlink up to his helmet. The two walked away from the edge, chatter from the comms fading the further they walked. They were gone.
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Jedi Fugitive (The Bad Batch)
FanfictionSurvivor. Outcast. Fugitive. Astera Lyell barely escaped Order 66 with her life. Now she's on the run, looking desperately for someplace to lay low, away from the Empire and the clones they used to murder her people. If only it were that easy. When...
