The alley was dark, with only a few flickering lights guiding the way down the misty rank corridor. The only sound was the restless thumps of small running feet and the huffs of labored breathing. Down the ally ran a young girl who looked very out of place aguest the dingy backdrop of womp rats and leaking suers. She carried a small cilinder-like metal object in one hand and clutched a small engraved brown block in the other. Tears streamed down her face and wet the top of her tan robes as other fell to the grimmy floor below. She slowed to a stop looking for a place to rest. Finding a small nook behind a battered wast disposal unit she sank to the ground covering her head with her hands. Racking sobs echoed down the walls as she wept. Horrible sounds and images flashed through her mind. Chocking smoke, flames roaring out of control. Bodies in the corridors. Blaster bolts splitting the air and lightsabers crackling to deflect them. Screams, as friends fell and breathed there last. Running through marble hallways and passages. A single blaster bolt. Her own scream of despair. She screamed again now. Her frightened angry voice curving and echoing its way down the deserted alley. Her fingers gripped the sides of her head, pressing on her skull, and digging into her scalp. Her brown hair molded into braids streamed off her head like a waterfall in front of her eyes, obscuring her view. She gently opened her hand stared at the brown block. desighns and words in a languedge not See more