Star Wars: Civil War/ Chapter 5: The Return

“Stone?” Ponds yelled out from across the meadow. That figure slowly yet surely turned around revealed his face.

“How did you manage to track me down?” He asked.

Ponds, surprised by what Stone had said, moved in closer. “Don’t see your own paparazzi?” The commander tried to joke.

“I’ve seen ‘em alright,” Stone said. He, too, moved in closer and both embraced each other. Ponds put both of his hands of Stone’s two shoulders.

“Great to see you again, Stone.” “Likewise, Ponds. However, you should leave. This is the only place in the universe where I find solace.”

“Yeah but everyone thinks your dead. If you think we abandoned we certainly did not,” Ponds inhaled and exhaled, trying to convince Stone to return.

“I don’t think anymore, Ponds. But like I said, you should leave. There’s a reason why I never came back to the Rebellion. The scars still run deep,” Stone turned around and limped the other way to his cattle. Stone’s pet dog appeared from the cottage and he commenced to pet it. Ponds took note of the fact that Stone was still limping. “After seeing so many brothers fall at the hands of another one, it killed me more than ever that time. So many didn’t make it. So many from the Clone War did not make it. There’s so little of us clones left and we’re only gonna keep on dying,” Stone continued.

“You’re right. More of us will continue to die if you’re not here to help!” Ponds persuaded.

Stone turned back around. “You think that if you add just myself to your cause that the First Order will disband? Besides, what will they say if I come back? If the rules are still intact, then I’ll be tried for deserting.”

Stone commenced to limp away into his shelter but Ponds verbally stopped him. “You once said to me that we all get to come back. Does that suddenly no longer apply?”

“Did you see the way I was acting before the capitol went down? Ponds, I couldn’t have gotten more aggressive. I’m afraid that this might become something even larger,” Stone, replied in a distressed manner.

“What on Coruscant do you mean?”

Stone limped forward to Ponds. “What if there are long-term repercussions for removing out inhibitor chip?”

Ponds touched right above his temple, where the permanent scar lay from where he got the inhibitor chip removal surgery. “Then we’ll deal with it. But now, we have to focus on the present conflict at hand.”

“Count me out!” Stone yelled and slammed the door to his house. Ponds shook his head and slammed the door to his ship, leaving.