WARNING: Character death

[omg_adventures]

Who: Trever, Tycho
Where: The former Resistance headquarters
What: :(

There's blood on his face. It takes a minute to remember that there was no Imp attack, no Separtists, just -- just an explosion. Who attacked?He must have a concussion. Trever's never been one to take precautions, but he's seen enough carnage to know that moving would be

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[yup_whitesuit]

There was a disturbance in the Force.

Or rather, Anakin had heard an explosion, figured it was his younger self's fault and arrived to find said padawan headed towards the crime scene.

"What have you done now?" He hissed, holding the other Anakin by the collar of his tunic.

"Don't act like you're better than me! I know what you did!" Anakin shouted, before struggling from his grip.

"There's something wrong with that kid."

Indeed there was. :|

[omg_adventures]

"There's something wrong with that kid."

That's what Trever heard when he wore only rags, and slept outside in the alleyways, watching the families on Bellassa go by. It was usually the other children who commented.

Reality wasn't setting in yet.

It was all his fault.

His eyes turned toward the voices.

[yup_whitesuit]

The Anakins looked at each other. The younger one pointed two fingers to his eyes, then just his pointer towards his older counterpart--

I'm watching you!

-before hurrying to Trever's side.

"Hey kid!" he said, smiling broadly but approaching slowly. "You look a little lost! I'm new here, are you new? You wanna go get some food?"

While teen Anakin talked, he had his back turned to his older self- who was now kneeling on the ground in front of Tycho's prone body.

"Well, well, well," he said, very softly.

"I expected better of a Rogue. Had this been one of my traps..." he trails off. Idly, he straighten's Tycho's limbs into a more peaceful position.

[libertyisdead]

Padmé had just crossed paths with Siri when she heard the explosion sounding nearby. She didn't wait to see what the Jedi sensed - she just ran. As fast as she could toward the source.

Oh no. No no no.

The air in the room was still hazy with smoke, but she spotted both Anakins right away, the younger one talking to a dazed-looking Trever while her husband-

She choked out a sob as she slid to her knees in front of Tycho's prone body. She laid her ear against his chest and didn't hear anything. Frantically felt for a pulse: nothing.

'Tycho,' she whispered tremulously, shaking him even though the rational part of her mind knew he was, in fact, dead. 'Please.' Her voice a soft, keening plea as her shoulders slumped.

[omg_adventures]

Trever stared at Anakin, his mouth gaping in shock at his insensitive words.

He was too exhausted to hit him.

Siri had ran in right before Padme. Her back was against the wall. She knew immediately through the Force that Tycho's body had failed.

A hand over her mouth, she bent down next to Trever. She cautiously put a hand on his shoulder. The boy only slumped down further.

[yup_whitesuit]

What is going on-- Anakin thought, before twisting around and finally seeing the dead body. He clapped a hand over his mouth before anything else could come out of it.

"Siri...?" he asks, before looking back at Trever.

"We're OK. This is all...going to be....OK."

The former Sith lord looked at Padme and took her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze before place Tycho's head in his lap and smoothing his hair.

"Tell me, does the Republic still give the bodies of its soldiers back to whatever planet they died on?" he asked, distantly.

[imean_siriously]

Siri blinked away tears as she looked at Anakin.

Later, she silently mouthed.

Anakin's words slapped Trever in the face. He started sobbing. It turned into hiccuping. Alarmed, Siri put her arms around him. He didn't fight it.

"I'm sorry," he choked out. "I'm sorry."

[like_animals]

Anakin bit his lip. People were dead and the kid was obviously traumatized and he didn't know what to do.

"Do you want me to...go get something or...you know...do...something...or get someone?" he asked, fumbling over the words. His face felt numb.

[morechampagne]

Bond had slipped into the room to investigate the explosion. He'd stayed in the shadows, where none of the grief stricken people in the room would notice him. When he'd realized that the dead man on the floor had his face, it was one of the biggest shocks of his life. Sure House had told him the other guy looked enough like him to be his clone, but it was one thing to hear it, and another to see the proof laying there, cold and bloody on the floor.

The man was clearly dead; there was nothing Bond could do. Before he could give his presence away, he turned and slipped out of the room as silently as he had come.