YOU DONT UNDERSTAND —- MY UNCLE IS A FARMER AND ONE DAY HE WAS GOING OUT TO CHECK HIS CROPS HE NOTICES A TRACTOR JUST GOING AROUND IN CIRCLES Thinks, “That’s weird, I go check it out” HIS FUCKING NEIGHBOR FELL OFF HIS TRACTOR AND GOT RAN OVER But he was on a slope So the tractor went around and around in circles Running him over each time and he was pressed into the ground like a fucking cartoon How long had he been there? Maybe an hour. He was alive, and fine. Just pressed into the dirt like Wile. E Coyote and was so stuck in there that he couldn’t move so he just kept getting run over until my uncle found him
“Bring out the prisoner,”
Admiral Tarkin spoke in his eloquently-accented voice. Rex’s stomach clenched
into a hard knot as four more shock troopers emerged from the doorway, one of
them Commander Fox. A single figure was trapped within the perimeter they made.
His wrists were bound behind his back, but he held his head high and proud, an
angry scowl hinted at on his face.
There was no mistaking the
man in his prison grey slacks and tunic, even if his head was shorn and his
goatee had been shaved. Only the stark “5” tattooed on his temple labeled him
as Domino Squad’s last surviving member. The elite trooper. The ARC soldier.
The traitor of the Republic.
Fives was guided to the
middle of the back wall and then was left standing alone, facing the line of
troopers with his chin pushed forward, arms still bound behind his back.
“ARC Fifty-five-fifty-five,”
the Admiral’s voice rang out as he stood in front of the line of clones meant
to serve as the firing squad. “For being found guilty of high treason and
sedition against the Republic, you are to be fired upon until dead.”
Rex couldn’t see the
admiral’s expression, only the back of his silvery head, so he fixed his gaze
on the ARC trooper as he slightly puffed out his chest.
“Do you have any last words
you wish to express before this order is executed?”
“Yeah. I have a few choice
words to say.”
Rex fought the urge to
wince. It wasn’t as if Fives could make the situation worse, and he was owed this last chance to speak before… before it
was over.
“You may speak them,” Tarkin
proclaimed, tone indicated he wished nothing more than to get on with it.
“They aren’t for you.” With
a disgusted sneer, Fives looked past the admiral, past the line of prison
guards, straight to the crowd of politicians, Jedi, and officers.
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