The inky canvas of space stretched as far as the eye could see from the view of the port window. Amethyst sat there, lost in a thousand far-off galaxies.

"Missing home already?" Crosshair's voice cut through her reverie, his tone loaded with his unique flavor of sarcasm.

Amethyst merely glanced his way, a dry chuckle escaping her. "Missing home?" She shook her head, her voice taking a cold edge. "I don't have a home. It was ashes and dust when the so-called Republic turned their guns on their own." With a dismissive shrug, she brushed off the rest of his comment.

Echo stepped up hearing the tail end of their conversation. "So, you've lost someone then?" He inquired, his tone gentler, perhaps paralleled by his own losses.

Her gaze dropped, a hint of sadness seeping into her vibrant eyes. "Yes. My colony, my mother, everything that held worth," she sighed. Her gaze wandered back to the starscape unfurling past. "But I know, thanks to my friends on Earth, I will survive this."

Echo blinked, a surprised "Earth?" slipping out of his lips.

Amethyst affirmed with a nod, turning to share a bit of her mystery. "Indeed. I am Amethyst Blaze, the last Dragon-born." She opened her stance to reveal a dragon tattoo across her collarbone; the crisp design faded into a blood-red hue that seemed possibly older than the veterans around her.

"You...," Echo's words hung mid-air as he shook his head, his mouth forming silent words of disbelief before he decided on something more solid. "I don't remember much of my old time, but... but I do remember my best friend, my Captain Rex."

"Rex?" Her eyes shimmered with recognition and she revealed a wide smile. She then flipped open a wristband decorated with pearls. "He left this gift with me before the order fell..." She passed along the relics to Echo, who ran his fingers softly over the well-rounded beads.

Crosshair was unusually quiet, his gaze fixated on the bracelet. "Never pegged the Captain as the type to fall head over heels," he muttered absent-mindedly.

Amethyst laughed, "Well, in our culture, love ain't no rare gem. We Dragon-born, we live it, breathe it... face it head-on, just like a dragon should, right?" Her gaze drifted, seeming to travel the cosmos through the window.

For a moment, the bare cockpit filled with echoes of a past too bitter-sweet to forget. Flashes of an aerial ballet, the mating of dragons mid-air swam before her and the playful, innocent giggles of hatchlings echoed in her ears.

Images and sounds that would no longer grace her realities. Her heart dropped a beat. The Dragonkind is extinct. "I am," she whispered to herself, the words barely a breath, "I will always be, the last."

"We're about to hit Kamino, so it won't be long 'till you can do your thing," Hunter voiced, stepping into the cockpit. The words hung heavy in the cramped space tinted with anticipation and uncertainty.

Amethyst's lips stretched into a resigned smile, leaning back against the comfort of her seat. "It's going to be bloody... gloriously bloody," she mused, her eyes twinkling with a peculiar excitement. But as she closed her aquamarine eyes, her grin softened, replaced by the serenity of sleep that nestled onto her like a well-acquainted blanket.

And in the quiet hum of engines purring, amidst an uneasy silence etched with tension, Amethyst surrendered herself to the gentle whisper of sleep.

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No sooner had they grazed the atmosphere of Kamino, the Havoc Marauder was showered with a rain of laser fire. Amidst the chaos, Amethyst woke, her snarl echoing in the tight cockpit, her wings stretched out, her staff clutched ready in her hand.

"Whoa, easy!" The surprise attack caught Hunter off-guard as he tried to calm the furious dragoness. "You can't be bouncing all over the place when we're under this level of fire!"

Amethyst merely responded with an ironic huff of smoke to his worried face. She moved with liquid elegance, slipping away from his grip and striding to the ramp like it was just another day in the hood. Against the inertia, the ramp gave way, vacuuming the air out and sweeping Amethyst with it.

"No!" Hunter's cry fell on the trail of her scarlet hair as she tumbled, but she wasn't worried. Of course, she wasn't - in a mercurial shuffle, her humanoid silhouette morphed. Now hanging above them, a mighty purple dragon dwarfed the Marauder, her enormity dwarfing the ship. Lethal fires of her fury mirrored the sun's wrath, and her massive wings snapped the cluttered wind, booming a formidable display of power.

Down below, the Bad Batch looked skyward, helplessly gawking as their new associate tore down at the clones; the same brothers who turned on their Jedi friends. Banking hard right, she dove after the shuttle. Her colossal claws wrapped around the smoking wings, a primal yowl shaking the Marauder.

"Oi!" Crosshair grunted, toppling over Wrecker, who hastily piled him off, "You okay?"

Crosshair grunted a comeback, his steely eyes locked on to the dragon's purple underbelly as she whisked them through a storm towards a landing platform where troops were waiting, their rifles aimed at the incoming frenzy.

The Marauder touched down and all hell broke loose before the Bad Batch could even register the wholesale madness around them. A colossal jaw snapped shut, swallowing up clone troops, their horrified screams punctuating the assault. One by one, the dragon consumed or flung them into the ocean, feeding their remains to its ravenous depths.

Once the mess was cleaned up, she swiveled towards the Bad Batch, who stumbled out of the battered Marauder. Tech glanced up at what remained of their ship, letting out a dejected sigh, "It's all but scrap now... Doubt I can mend this."

"Sure you can," chimed in a familiar voice. The group turned to find Amethyst, standing with her arms crossed, her lilac robes fluttering gently in the sea breeze. "I can fix it with magic later before we leave," she shrugged, "or now."

Without further ado, she strode past the shell-shocked clones to touch the Marauder's nose. A blinding light channeled through her touch, enveloping the ship before fizzling out with a pop.

"Oh! Great! Just announce our presence to the whole galaxy!" growled Crosshair, only to choke on his remarks as they all gawked at the post-magic Marauder, glossy and fixed as if just out of the showroom.

With a satisfied nod towards Tech, who was still gaping, she said, "There you go," before meandering past him into the eerily quiet hangar.