Fox isn’t sure what the fuck Skywalker is doing. Honestly, he wouldn’t care, would just walk away, if it wasn’t for the fact that, well, guarding was his job.
This event definitely needed guarding.
“Clear the area,” Skywalker whoops, dragging a giggling Tano out of the way of the… contraption he’d built. Despite having witnessed its assembly, Fox still doesn’t know what it’s supposed to do.
Fox stands back against the wall, well out of range of the machine’s ‘line of fire.’
“Alright! We are going live in five!”
Skywalker puts his hands on the handles.
“Four!”
He closes his eyes.
“Three!”
The machine begins to glow, starting at Skywalker’s palms and spreading out.
“Two!”
A droning whine fills the hall.
“One!”
BAM!
The thing blows to pieces. Whatever energy was supposed to come out the front is spewing out the sides in blinding beams of glittery light, coming right for Fox—
“Commander, watch out!”
Too late.
“Commander Fox.”
No. Nope. Fox doesn’t know what time it is, but it sure as hells feels like early and she sure as hells doesn’t sound like his alarm clock.
“Commander Fox.”
“Fuck off.”
Her laughter splashes over his ears and sparks something in his stupid, fuzzy head. What the kark?
“Commander, I think it’s time for you to wake up.” Her (?) voice modulates as Fox opens his eyes, fading to an androgynous hum the same color as the cottony clouds he’s sitting on. Hmm. They’re hard for clouds. Not much give.
Wait.
Is this the afterlife?
“No, this is the Force,” the clouds hum at him.
He sits up, bracing his hands on the pinkish false cotton. He’s not in any sort of pain, but if that energy beam really hit him, that might be more evidence towards him being dead than alive. “The Force? I’m pretty sure that’s not how the Force works.”
There’s that tinkling laugh again. The ‘Force’ clears its throat? clouds? energy-field? and returns to the monotone hum. “Well, it is today. Now, listen closely.”
“I’m listening.”
“In six months, the world as you know it will end.”
At some point, he stops bothering with holding himself together. He’s just sitting there in all that endless fuzz, head between his knees and tears dissolving into the ether beneath him.
Everything, everyone, just… gone. All of them. Like nothing had ever mattered.
Finally, he gathers the will to speak. “How do I stop it?”