Chapter 1

"Admiral, have the fleet move to intercept the separatist flagship, and focus all fire on the rear engines. We don't want them to escape with General Kenobi and Skywalker on board."

"Yes general."

She watched from the corner of her eye as the man did as she requested, before returning her gaze to the enemy ship's main hangar. If everything was going according to plan, the earlier spoken jedi were to contact them upon reaching the large bay. Unfortunately, very seldom did go as planned.

"Make sure their hyper drive is offline and kill the shields by the hangar."

The togruta turned on her heel, waving off the 'yes sir' directed at her, as she made her way off the bridge. It appeared they were going to have to switch to 'Plan B.'

"Commander Hart?" She called through her com link. "Are you there?"

It was a few short moments later that her second in command's voice answered. "General Ve?"

"Assemble the team and meet me in the hangar, we're switching to Plan B." The jedi ordered, her eyes narrowing as she thought of the two masters on the separatist ship. "I sense Skywalker needs help."

"Right away sir!"

The feed went silent as the trooper went off to do as she had requested. She smiled ever so softly to herself, making her way to the Twilight. The old modified spice freighter appeared to be waiting for her, all prepped and ready to go.

Though she had been assured the ship would do it's part, she couldn't help feel a little weary. This was Skywalker's ship, there could be multiple problems with it that only the younger jedi could fix. Shaking her head, the general continued toward it.

She wondered if her troops had been already expecting to switch to plan B. Then again with Skywalker in the mix they always had to switch tactics. It felt like it was his life long goal to always deviate from the plan, usually resulting in some kind of trouble that Obi-wan would have to pull him out of.

She shook her head of such thoughts, her lekku swaying as she did. Her commander and captain were waiting patiently at the foot of the loading ramp, and she was sure it was the feet of her lieutenant's that had just disappeared inside the Twilight.

"Hart... Trip..." She greeted them, trying to hide the smirk tugging at her lips. "Were you already here just waiting for me to call?"

Her captain chuckled, rubbing the back of his helmet-less head. "Would have been foolish to think you weren't going to help, sir."

"Even if General Skywalker didn't alter the plan." Hart agreed, placing his helmet on, thinking he could hide the small smirk from her.

The togrutan shook her head once again, leading the way into the ship's hangar. "I expect the pilots are ready to make a quick departure after we've picked them up?" She asked, her hands clasped behind her back as she took in the sight of her men already buckled down and ready for a bumpy ride.

"Of course sir."

She watched as one of her troopers went to inform the pilot they were ready for takeoff. Only six of her usual troopers were coming along for the mission, as she was making sure there would be room for any of Obi-wan and Anakin's wounded men to lay down if need be. She frowned at the thought, also thinking of the possibility that one of the three jedi on the enemy ship might also be injured.

The closing of the hangar door brought her from her mind, bringing her attention to the clones. Each was doing their normal routine before a mission. Ghost was checking over his blaster, making sure it was clean and functioning properly.

Sergeant Howl, one of her older troopers, was checking com frequencies. Assuring himself that they wouldn't get cut off from their home ship, the Endurance. He always got a little nervous leaving her ship in the hands of clones he still referred to as Shinies.

The medic of the 201st, Nibs had chosen to join the team to retrieve General Kenobi and Skywalker's troops, just in case there were any seriously wounded. He was currently speaking with Lieutenant Cliff. Who was polishing his helmet, and nodding his head from time to time.

The togruta smiled, watching as her commander and captain joined the officer and doctor. She always enjoyed watching the clones interact. How they would tease and jab at one another, like real brothers would.

The small chirp of her com link brought her gaze away from her men. "General Kaashaa Ve."

"Sir, we're approaching the separatist hangar." The pilot's voice was followed by static, and the shaking of the cargo bay she and her men were currently in.

Though she knew better than to think it was the fault of the ship's condition. Someone was firing at the freighter. "Keep the engine running when we land, evacuation should be quick, but there's no telling how many droids are waiting for us."

"Copy that General."

It was only a few moments later that she sensed the Twilight entering the separatist hangar. She turned to her men. "Alright. We all know what we have to do. Find the generals, and bring them back to the ship."

"Yes sir!"

She smiled softly at the way they all stood at attention, saluting to her. "And one more thing." They looked at her questioningly for a moment, of course what she was about to tell them was not in the mission briefing.

"I want all of you back in the Twilight safe and breathing before we depart, got it?"

She received a group of small meaningful smirks, from the ones who had their helmets off. For the two that didn't, she could feel their gratitude. She was, after all, one of the few jedi that valued the welfare of her troopers over her own.

"Yes Sir!" They said it louder, with more enthusiasm this time, and the togruta felt a glow of pride for her clone troopers.

"Let's go kick some clankers."

Kaashaa smiled at her captain's words, turning to the ramp that was lowering much slower than any other ship she'd been on. How old was this rust bucket? Shaking her head for the umpteenth time, the togruta took her lightsaber from her belt, intending to light it upon exiting the freighter.

Blaster fire filled the air, before the droids and clone troops came into view. The togruta was off the ship before the ramp had even set on the floor. She moved faster than most could keep track of, doing her best to cut down any droids in her way.

Not wanting to have their general do all the work, her troops sprung into action, taking out any droids she may miss.

Skywalker's troops looked relieved to see help had finally arrived, as they'd been forced to take shelter behind some scrap metal that had fallen from the ceiling. The jedi made her way to them, giving deflecting most if not all of the shots aimed for the 501st clones.

"Where are General Skywalker and Kenobi?" She asked, sparing a short glance at the captain, before locking it back on the battle droids.

"They're on the other side of that army of clankers, with commander Tano." The trooper responded. The togruta could sense the fatigue coming from him and his men, and wondered how long the enemy had been pushing them to retreat.

"Get your men to the Twilight. My men will keep the droids busy." She said, not even looking to see if he'd nodded. She just dove, lightsaber first, into the sea of droids.

They didn't have much time on this ship, once it's engines were gone, Admiral Fisk probably intended to destroy it. She needed to round up the jedi and their men before that happened. Kaashaa was soon able to spot the three, their weapons giving them away.

She cut down the last few droids, standing between herself and her fellow force sensitive beings. The three looked at her in slight surprise, she wondered if they'd even noticed their evacuation party had arrived. By the look of it, they hadn't.

"Generals, Commander, I'm here to take you back to the Endurance." She said, nodding to them in a silent greeting. She'd almost forgotten about the padawan the younger general had been assigned.

The younger togruta looked just as weary as the clones, but held a mask of determination. Obi-wan and Anakin, shared the same appearance, though neither would ever admit to being worn out. Kaashaa had been informed of their stubborn behavior to never give up or show weakness.

"Ah yes, of course." The older of the two masters said, lowering his lightsaber. "Glad to see you've finally arrived."

"Come, I've already ordered your troops to the Twilight. This ship is going down and I'd rather we not be on it when it does." The female jedi knight said, beckoning for them to follow her.

Skywalker smirked at her statement. She wasn't sure what was running through his head, but she was betting there was a memory of him crash landing one of these ships.

Her troopers had already wiped out the remaining droids and were tending to the wounded. The white spots of her forehead met as she looked around the hangar. Why hadn't the droids sent more reinforcements? They couldn't have cut down more than the normal first possibly second wave.

"General, we've gotten all of General Skywalker's men on the ship. Admiral Fisk recommends we leave now, before the fuel cells go."

Kaashaa looked over to see her captain, her gaze narrowed seeing the fresh blaster shot on his leg. He clearly hadn't allowed Nibs to examine it yet, though she noticed how he favored the other leg.

"Thank you Captain. Make sure Nibs takes looks at that leg." She added the second part as she walked past him to examine the rest of her men. She didn't see any bodies, only a few with flesh wounds.

"With all do respect, General. You're the one that needs to see Nibs." Trip replied. She almost stumbled, but he steadied her, as they entered Twilight.

"You're Captain is right, you need the medic more than he does." Obi-wan agreed, as he and the other two jedi filed in behind her.

The togruta scowled, looking back at them. "I'm alright."

The look Anakin and his padawan held told her different. Skywalker crossed his arms, looking her over. "Master Kaashaa Ve, have you even noticed the pain?"

It was probably the fact she'd been so focused on completing the mission, and assuring herself that all troopers were coming back alive, that she hadn't noticed. She wasn't even sure when they'd got her. Her gaze drifted to the bare flat of her stomach, just above it, at the hem of her shirt, was a growing red spot. The shot went right through from back to front.

"Huh... Must have caught me when my head was turned..." She said quietly, though she shook it off, looking back at her clone captain and the other jedi. "Trip, make sure all the clones are treated, then get back to me, that includes yourself."

The trooper looked like he wanted to argue, but thought better of it. Kaashaa then pressed her com link. "Commander Hart, tell the pilot to take us back to Endurance."

The soft 'yes general' barely registered as she turned to her fellow force sensitive beings. The padawan was looking at her as though she was crazy. While the two masters were watching her expression carefully, looking for any signs of pain, she assumed.

"Generals, Commander, if you need any medical care-.." She was interrupted by the darker jedi.

"You're the one that should see the doctor." He stated, his face set into a hard scowl. He was looking at her like she was some padawan, she didn't like it.

She decided it best to ignore his comment, otherwise start a possible argument. "Still, if you have any bruises or lacerations, Nibs will take care of it." She said.

The sudden shaking of the cargo hold, sent more than one of it's occupants reaching for a support. Unfortunately, it was all that needed to happen for the female jedi to break her calm demeanor. Pain made itself known with a savage bite, making her gasp, as she crumbled into a kneeling position.

"General!"

More than one set of arms went to lift her back on her feet, but she raised a hand, telling her troopers to leave her down. "I'm alright. I'll just sit here a while." She said, looking a little pale in the cheeks.

"Master Kaashaa, you certainly haven't changed much." Obi-wan said, smirking a little. "Always putting everyone above yourself."

She gave him the best smile she could for someone in her condition, waving away most her men, though her Commander and Captain remained with her, even when she told Trip to go get his leg checked.

"I didn't know you knew Master Ve." Anakin said, looking expectantly at his old master.

"Well I don't tell you everything." Obi-wan replied, his gaze drifting to some of the troopers from the 501st.

"I've never seen her before." Ahsoka mumbled, looking at where the two clones were trying to convince their commanding officer to see the medic. "What's she like?"

"All I know is she's got one of the lowest casualty list, second only after Master Yoda himself." Her master glanced at the young togruta, before lifting his gaze to the elder one.

"She was trained by Master Yoda. She became a master and part of the jedi council just before me. She is more compassionate than most anyone I have ever met. She used to train the younglings with Master Yoda. She was very good with them, though as far as I know she has yet to take on a padawan learner."

The two younger beings looked at the older master jedi, eyes ever so slightly widened. Anakin even arched a brow at the bearded man. "Something you're not telling me, Obi-wan?"

"Oh please, we trained together as Padawan. She could tell you just as much about me, probably even more." He said, waving it off. "If you had had a normal training experience, you would have crossed her path many times. She always loved helping the younglings."

Ahsoka smiled at this, she'd never met the older Togruta before, but she liked how she put those around her before herself. She wanted to be like that.

There you have it! The first chapter of my very first fanfiction!

As a disclaimer, I do not own Star Wars or The Clone Wars, those rights belong to Lucasfilms. I am purely a fan writing herself into the show.

I hope everyone enjoyed. Please go easy on me, if you didn't, this is the first time I have ever attempted something like this and hopefully not the last. I don't mind flames, they only encourage me to do better, and reviews are appreciative, but not necessary.

I'll try to get back on later this week with the next chapter.

Till then,

Toodaloo