Fire

Fire all around

You know, instinctively

Not your fire

You did not do this

Who, then?

A scream

Someone has perished

A brother

Screams all around

Screams, and then stillness

Screams mean death

You cannot help these brothers

You run

Run to life

Maybe you can still save some

You run

Run away from the screams

But they follow

Because you're screaming, too

…oOo…

Rex snapped awake, a scream still on his lips. He gasped for breath, and ran a hand over his face. He heard Keeli turn over in the opposite bunk. "I know you're up."

"Excuse me for being worried about my vod'ika," Keeli replied good-humoredly.

Rex just grunted, massaging his temples with one hand while the other fisted in the blanket beside him.

"The same one?"

"Always. It probably won't go away until it happens."

"Well, forgive me for wishing death on some poor soul, but I hope it happens soon. I need my sleep, and so do you."

"An entire ship full of brothers," Rex mumbled.

"What?" Keeli asked, not hearing.

"Not just some poor soul," Rex said louder. "An entire ship full of clones. They were dying all around me…."

"Was there anything you could do?"

Rex shook his head. "I'm trying to figure out how it happened. Maybe then it can be prevented."

Keeli stood. "Come on."

"Where are we going?"

"To see the General."

"Keeli…."

"Up!" Keeli ordered.

Rex raised an eyebrow. "That hasn't worked on me since we were sergeants."

Keeli rolled his eyes, ducked into his brother's bunk and threw his over his shoulders in a fireman's carry before marching out into the hall.

"Put me down!"'

"Really, Rec'ika? That hasn't worked on me since we were sergeants."

"Don't ever call me that again. You know I hate it."

"Actually, I had forgotten that, but thank you for reminding me, Rec'ika."

"I will murder you."

"Rec'ika."

"I will set you on fire."

"Rec'ika, Rec'ika, Rec'ika."

Rex rolled his eyes and deadweighted, making sure Keeli was lifting his entire weight.

When they reached the General's door, he was already waiting for them. "Ah, Rec'ika, how may I help you and your… pack-eopie?"

"Ne'johaa," Rex grumbled.

Keeli chuckled. "Rex has a question for you, sir."

"Does he now?"

"No."

"Yes, how exactly might one go about getting more details from a vision?"

Eeth's teasing expression faded.

Rex twisted backwards off Keeli's shoulders, bringing them both crashing to the ground.

"Ow," Keeli grunted.

"Why don't you come in, Rex," Eeth said, waving him in, "and give your pack-eopie a break."

Rex crawled out from under Keeli, tripping his brother as he tried to stand. "Yes, General."

Once the door was closed, Eeth started rummaging through his belongings.

"Sir?"

"Ah, here it is!" Eeth triumphantly held up a candle. "Would you mind?"

Rex glanced at the wick, and it lit. "I wonder if I could put out fire by gathering all the heat inward and dispersing it over a much wider area."

"Now there's a good idea."

"It would come in handy in a fire hazard like this," Rex said, gesturing to the room.

Eeth chuckled sheepishly. "I'll be the first to admit that I'm not the most organized of Jedi," he said as he cleared a section of the floor. "Have a seat."

Rex sat down cross-legged and began taking deep breaths.

"Focus on your vision. What was it about?"

"I was on a ship. There were screams – carnage everywhere. I was running forward, and away from the screaming. I need to learn how it happened."

"Hm. Well, this time, try to make yourself walk in the other direction."

…oOo…

A/N: I am so sorry. Life happened, and then I switched phones and lost my outline.

But here's five chapters, while I figure out what exactly I was doing and how to do it again.

Namarië!

~River