The events of Umbara had left a scar on not only the troopers, but on Pong Krell’s padawan as well. It had been a confusing past couple of weeks, with countless lost men. Krell’s practices had always been, say, unorthodox. He didn’t lead with the calm, determination, and respect most Jedi generals displayed; he was harsh, ruthless, unforgiving— even to his own padawan.

For reasons unbeknownst to you, your master had been especially interested in teaching you how to defend yourself from clones. It never made sense why you would want to learn how to fight your own men—perhaps he simply cared for his young apprentice and wished for them to be safe against any possible situation.

That assumption—though it had been the most soothing one for a young padawan—couldn’t have been farther from the truth. Truth was, Krell just wanted to use you in his plan of getting the clones to destroy one another. Unfortunately for him, you realized about his true intentions along with the other clones, and had taken their side.

Tup watched you from the distance— if he felt betrayed, he couldn’t even begin to imagine what it might’ve been like for you. He and his brothers were more than thankful that the padawan had chosen to help them. “Hey, kid.” Tup approached, kneeling down where you were sitting. “Thank you. I know it must’ve been hard, but we all did the right thing.” He wasn’t entirely sure how to speak to kids, but he sure hoped you felt safe enough with him to talk.