Prompt:

Requested by QueenChaos_5

She/Her❥

1st POV
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I've always hated Felucia. So many good men lost to the increasingly-dangerous climate, untamable wildlife, and unpredictable fauna. But war is war, and our duty is to follow it wherever it goes. My squadron and I are traveling alongside Jedi Master Aayla Secura and her battalion to assist with the affairs on Felucia,

"Any idea of the droid's positions?" I asked, stalking over to stand beside my Commander, Widow, Master Secura, and her Commander, Bly.

               Bly nodded in affirmative. He had his helmet off; his yellow armor perfectly complimenting his jagged face paint, "Lieutenant Galle is stationed not too far from here, sir. His group is currently undergoing battle with the droid army."

                 "Would you happen to have a plan, Master (L/N)?" Aayla questioned, pulling her com up, glancing at a bird's eye view of the battlefield, "I suggest an air assault, but it's your call. Your battalion rivals the 501st for reckless ground assaults."

I smirked at the Twi'lek's attempt at a joke. She wasn't wrong though. My battalion was ruthless when it came to battle; never taking survivors. Ground assault was our speciality. We had a handful of pilots, but they were talented too,

"I say my battalion assists Lieutenant Galle on the ground— that's what we're good at," I commented, watching the colorful trees pass by from below, "You can take Stepper with you. He knows the skies of Felucia better than any other."

                  "You'll take Bly then," Master Secura said, "He knows the ground of Felucia better than any Clone I know as well— a good trade I wager."

                  I nod to Bly, and he immediately salutes, causing me to smirk in amusement. Him and I have never really been serious around each other unless his General was nearby. When it was just the two of us, we always joked around; the word 'formal' being a foreign concept. The two of us have never been professional, even when the Commander and I first met,

                 "Approaching the Lieutenant's position!" the voice of Stepper echoed through the cockpit, "Brace for impact. The Seppies know our position!"

                 "You heard the pilot!" Aayla hissed while gripping onto the handle above her head; the troops and myself following her movements, "This will be a rough landing!"

Right as those words escaped the Twi'lek's lips, a canon shot made its home in the side of our ship, causing us to drop out of the sky, "We're going down!" Stepper shouted as the ship made a harsh impact with the ground; knocking me off my feet and out of the ship's side.

My vision was piercingly-white and I could hear a harsh ringing. Echoes of the battle surrounded me, yet I couldn't pull myself off the ground to defend myself. I consider myself lucky, however, I can sense most of my battalion that I brought along didn't survive the crash,

"General!" a voice called out; my shoulders getting shook around frantically, "General! (Y/N)! Are you okay? Oh force, (Y/N)! We need a medic here! Charmer! Get your ass over here!"

Shaking myself out of my trance, I immediately locked eyes with Bly. Grabbing his hand, I boosted myself up and took in the scene in front of me. Our ship was on fire; smoke rising into the bright blue sky. Helmets were scattered to and fro, and Master Secura was tending to her battalion's wounds,

"What happened?" I asked, wobbling a bit into Bly's side, "Where's Widow?"

"He's fine," Bly answered, pointing towards the thick forest, "General Secura ordered him to take the surviving members of your battalion towards the approaching Separatist troops. I was ordered to find you and ensure you're okay. Do you need a medic?"

"I'm fine, Bly," I smiled, my full consciousness finally coming back to me; Charmer, my battalion's medic, racing off to tend to his other brothers' wounds at the confirmation of my physical state, "What are the casualties?"

Bly removed his helmet and placed it on the ground; something that has become almost second-nature to Clones when discussing their dead, "We lost Scooter, Venom and Soundproof from your battalion. We suffered the loss of Cameron in my battalion, and that's it."

                  Glancing up to the sky, the news caused me to sputter a bit. Venom was the youngest of the group, he didn't deserve a death like that... hell, none of them did. They deserved an honorable death on the battlefield; not shot out of a ship, unable to defend themselves,

                 "I'm sorry for your loss, Commander," I whispered, bending down and placing his helmet in my hands, "They were honorable men, all of them."

                 "It's not just my loss, General," he commented, his voice dropping to a whisper, "You cared about them too, you deserve to mourn as well," at this reply, I blushed in surprise, which in return, caused Bly to blush from embarrassment, "I mean, you've always owned a special place in the hearts of all Clones. You're different than any General we've met. You care."

Grinning, I grabbed Bly's hand in mine; laying his helmet back into his grasp, "I'll take that as a compliment, but I promise I'm not the only one who cares for you boys. Well, I may care about one Clone in particular a little more than any Jedi should," I smirked suggestively, causing the Clone to blush brighter than before; immediately adverting eye contact, "Come on, let's go help your General."

                 "Yes, General," he commented, following me over to his elected General. She was hunched over one of the 327th battalion alongside Charmer, wrapping his leg with a wet cloth,

                  "What are our orders, Master?" I asked, wincing as the young Clone cried out in pain. He would be lucky to keep the leg. It looked like it had been mauled by a wild animal.

                 Aayla looked up tiredly and rubbed the perspiration from her blue forehead, "Glad to see you're okay, Master (L/N). We don't have time to catch up. Take Bly and meet your battalion. They shouldn't have gotten too far. They'll need you. I'll stay back with our injured."

                   "May the force be with you," I commented, bowing respectfully to my superior. She nodded in understanding, muttering the same words back to me. She was worried. No one just shoots two Jedi out of the sky. We're up against a powerful enemy.

                    Racing through the woods, Bly struggled to keep up with me. The sound of blaster fire and screams drew us to the source. We quickly located Commander Widow and the rest of my battalion. Master Secura wasn't joking; they really did need a Jedi's help.

                   They were completely surrounded; the Separatist Forces outnumbering my tiny battalion 10-to-1. Widow was shouting orders frantically in multiple directions, but it simply didn't make a difference. They were fighting a losing battle,

                    "What's the plan, (Y/N)?" Commander Bly asked, pulling his pistols off his belt; clenching them to his chest, "We need to get in there before it's too late."

                     I didn't really have an answer. My battalions only cover was some small rocks. We could use that to our advantage if we could get in there with them,

                      "Think you could squeeze into those rocks while I cause a distraction?" I questioned, watching Falcon, one of my troops, throw a thermal detonator into the droid's cluster; barely making a dent in their numbers, "I could take out the majority of the droids, and while they're distracted, have my battalion shoot anything else that moves."

                     "Sounds like a good enough plan to me," Bly commented. I could hear the smirk in his voice.

                        Unsheathing my (F/C) blade, I leapt out from our cover and immediately decapitated multiple droids. As soon as the Separatists discovered my position, multiple frantic 'Jedi!! Blast her!' were heard from all around me. Blocking blaster bolts left and right, it appeared the plan was working. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a flash of yellow speedily race to my battalion's hiding spot.

                        A rain of bullets coursed through the droid's numbers. My plan did indeed work, hell, it worked better than I thought it would. Falcon really put his thermal detonators to good use; blowing the bottom out of an approaching tank, while Widow and Bly took on multiple droids at one time. We all made a wonderful team.

                        As the last droid fell with a pained crash, I panted tiredly, and sheathed my lightsaber, "(Y/N) to the rescue yet again, boys," you teased, Widow racing up to you for the report, "What's the news?"

                       "We have no casualties, sir," Widow bluntly reported, yet I could sense his excitement over this news, "Captain Easy is injured however. He received a blaster bolt to the stomach, but he should survive."

                      "Charmer is with Master Secura. Let's get the Captain back to him. Move out!" I commanded, seeing our work here was evidently done.

                      Commander Widow and Stepper, another Clone stationed in my battalion, scooped up their Captain; filing in behind myself and Bly. Before I could congratulate the Commander on his bravery, a fiery-hot wave of pain spread through my shoulder. I let out a cry of pain; unsheathing my lightsaber in defense. There was a Commando Droid on a ledge who happened to get the better of us, landing a shot on me,

"Get to cover boys!" I shouted, painfully deflecting another blaster bolt. I could feel my tan robes getting soaked with my own blood.

                    I felt a hand on my good shoulder. I could sense Bly's fear over my injury, yet I could also sense his dedication and willingness to fight this battle, "General! I have to insist you get to go cover before you get hurt further! Let the boys and I handle this."

                   "It's my job to protect you too. It's not a one-sided deal here," I shot back, painfully deflecting another shot, nearly knocking the head off the talented droid, "Where's Easy?"

"He's fine. Widow and Stepper have him behind that giant plant there!" Bly snapped, evidently annoyed at my reluctance to leave the fight up to him and my other reliable troops, "(Y/N). You need to trust me. Let me protect you for once."

Grinding my teeth together in annoyance, I nodded and sheathed my lightsaber; bouncing behind the plant Bly had mentioned. Widow was shooting shots at the enemy while Stepper tended to Easy's wounds as best as he could, but the Commander didn't have the range to have a successful fire fight,

"Widow, go and join Bly and the others," I commanded, sliding down the plant to sit beside my Captain, "Stepper and I will watch Easy."

Widow was never one to question orders. He just nodded and ran off, obviously eager to go and join the fight and protect his brothers in the only way he knew how,

"How is he?" I asked, taking the Captain's helmet off and feeling his forehead. Fever. Infection is already setting in,

"We need to get moving," Stepper commented, taking his helmet off as well, "Now you're injured too which leaves us at risk. For Captain Easy's sake, the Commanders need to hurry."

                  At that remark, the sound of a mini explosion echoed through the area. Evidently, my Clones have won, leaving the droid as scrap metal for the locals, which could've been done a lot faster if I was involved. Peaking my head out from behind the giant plant, I meet eyes with Bly... or helmet. I knew I locked eyes with him despite not being able to see it,

                 "Come on, General," he teased, helping me off the ground. I could tell he was exhausted, but as any Clone would, he was going to use this to his advantage. Normally it's the Jedi helping the injured Clones, not the other way around, "Trust me, you're not going to hear the end of this."

                   Wrapping my arm around his shoulder for support, my small group wobbled back to our crash sight where the elder Jedi was just finishing up with the injured. Bly and I shared no words on the walk back, but we were both thinking the same thing.

                    Pressing a soft kiss to the side of his helmet, I smiled and nuzzled into the side of his neck, "Thanks for risking your life for me out there. I trust Clones, sure, but you're different."

                  "It's not a problem, (Y/N)," the Commander replied, tightening his grip on my form, "Trust me, it's not a problem at all."

August 26th, 2020