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Blood of Vod

Every clone remembered Umbara.

It didn’t matter if they’d been on that wretched planet that day. It didn’t matter if they’d ever served under General Krell, or if they’d even met the treacherous Besalisk Jedi.

Every clone remembered the day that vod had fired upon vod. Every clone knew the sick feeling in their guts that came with the realization that they could be turned upon one another.

Jayna wept silently as she turned, aimed her blaster pistol, and shot down one of her brothers.

(or in other words: Happy Thanksgiving, have some feels)

AO3 | Black and Gold Masterpost

Takes place alongside chapter 8 of both Over the Years and Growth

@brothers-all gets the blame credit for inspiring this one. 




Every clone remembered Umbara.

It didn’t matter if they’d been on that wretched planet that day. It didn’t matter if they’d ever served under General Krell, or if they’d even met the treacherous Besalisk Jedi.

Every clone remembered the day that vod had fired upon vod. Every clone knew the sick feeling in their guts that came with the realization that they could be turned upon one another.

Jayna wept silently as she turned, aimed her blaster pistol, and shot down one of her brothers.

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