Wanderer Journey
5th Log: Cato Neimoidia
It has been 3 years since the war started, when the news about Count Dooku murder spread
some rays of hope in the Republic Army. Moral was on the raise among the clone troopers, all
that remained was capturing the last Separatist leaders. A blond teenager padawan along
with his masked insectoid master complied with the council orders and were searching for
Sentepeth Findos, current acting Viceroy and one of the CIS leaders on ‘Cato Neimoidia’
Although he would had chosen the 104th Wolfpack for this mission, the 442nd Siege Battalion
was already on site with other fellow Jedi like Master Ferroda. The young padawan followed
his master orders and proceed with their scheduled recon mission over the misty boulder
stones connected by artificial bridges where entire cities were build.
His mind still drifted to that day on the red sands of Geonosis, that day he finally realized his
own mortality and the fact he wasn’t the chosen one anymore. These past 3 years were proof
of his commitment to both the Jedi Order and his own vow to help those in need, now the real
chosen one from this story has fulfilled his own fate. Still something felt wrong about it.
Plo Koon: “My padawan, what troubles you?, Is it about your name?”
Nagrod: “Not sure I’m ready to hear the rest of your tale, the war...”
Plo Koon: “The war gave you insight about your own self limits and made you weight your
decisions before you act recklessly, unlike the you from the past.
To reach such wisdom, is the reason I gave you that fabled Duinuogwuin...”
Supreme Chancellor Palpatine: "Execute Order 66."
Captain Jag: "It will be done, my Lord."
His master had always supported the idea of treating the Clone Troopers like people, with
their own individuality, capable of making sound judgments if the needs arise.
Those same Clones shot down his master and his Delta-7 ships like some Separatist droid,
with no hesitation nor ill will against them. An excellent measure against force sensitives.
His master ship crashed on the bridge city, while his wrecked into the misty forest bellow.
Only now he understood why those masters lost their cool on that arena, the painful wound of
many slayed Jedi at the same time can be overwhelming, no matter where they were.
Nagrod connection to the force was weaker compared to other Jedi, allowing him to jump off the
Delta-7 ship and avoid most of the ship explosion. In his eyes he had failed the Force and
his master, their real enemy was hiding in plain sight on Coruscant Senate chamber.
Commander Verd: “Corpse found, Plo Koon Eliminated. Keep searching for his padawan.”
A broken leg, his back with charred debris and some crushed ribs, he was barely alive.
The clones were close. In a last gamble, he took off his lamp and tried to turn it on.
