Hi! This is my second Star Wars the Clone Wars fanfic that I post on AO3. This fiction starts from around the middle of season 2.
At first I thought about writing about Rex/Ahsoka, but then I decided against it because I'm afraid I might make them be too OOC. So I decided to set it all up with my original characters, both clones, Jedis, and some Separatists. However, I still can't resist writing a bit of other of my OTP, so there will be Cody/Obi-Wan in this story too. [I ship Obi-Wan with so many people. Cody/Obi-wan, Anakin/Obi-wan, Darth Maul/Obi-wan etc. But since I've written Darth-Maul/Obi-Wan, so I decided to write Cody/Obi-Wan this time.]
I have no beta reader, all mistakes are mine. And also, I own nothing, except for my imagination.
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"Ah, those shinnies are here."
"I wonder how long they will last…"
"Shut it Chuck, no one wan' ta scare 'em, mate."
Colt rolled his eyes as his teammates kept making comments of the new Clone Troopers who were just delivered to aid their legion - the Bomber Legion. [At first it was called the 703rd Legion, until the former General decided to unofficially change its name because every troopers here love to blow things, which weren't given orders that should they blow it up or not, up in battles. Even that the Legion isn't blowing things as much as before - they still go with the name Bomber. And he is fine with this name.]
Ships after ships went into the hanger to deliver its passengers. New faces, new numbers, shiny armours, and half of them would disappear after four to five battlefields. He was not exaggerating. Half of his classes from Kamino were gone by now. He wondered how much would be left by the end of the war; if the war would ever end.
"I agree with Quest," he decided to step in before Check made more comments that might accidentally be heard by the rookies. Well, maybe it's also his fault too. He shouldn't agree with Chuck that they met at the main hanger of the cruiser.
"Thank you Commander." Quest, the one who was trying to shut Check's big mouth, nodded at him. Colt smiled behind his helmet. The Clone Trooper Commander then turned to look at his brothers and comrades. Chuck, an ARC trooper with a big mouth and long faint scar on his left cheek. He could keep talking all day if he wanted.
The other clone sitting next to Chuck was Quest, a sergeant and a medic with shaved head and a bird tattoo on his left jaw. He always told Chuck to shut up when anyone or the situation needed. Quest and Chuck graduated together from Kamino. They were at this legion since they graduated, and had survived battlefields after battlefields.
"Come on, it's the truth. Half my class are gone by now." Chuck rolled his eyes and continued to make more comments about their new comrades. Colt heard Quest muttering something about getting back to the medical bay. Colt remembered telling Quest he would not be shutting Chuck up, and the medic just sighed before he left.
Colt heard another clone besides him moved. It's Sergeant Vash, his most trusted sharp shooter in this legion. The sharp shooter stood up and stretched. Colt though he would never know how and why Vash decided to have long hair, just to tie them into a small bun behind his head. However, it that's what his friend wanted, he would not pry.
"Isn't it your queue to give speeches or anything?" Vash said as he watched Chuck made his way toward those new troopers, probably to scare them for fun. Colt knew he should stop his friend before anyone gets hurt, but again, he felt too tired to do so. He still hadn't had a chance to rest since getting back from the battle three hours ago. Just finished writing the damn report.
"Not now, I've scheduled the captains to take care of their new member first." Colt replied, nodding toward his men that started gathering the rookies and arranged them. The pilots were leaded to their working zone, medic were leaded to their bunks which would be near the medical bay, and the rest of the troopers were divided to join their new squads – which was in need of someone to replace their fallen members. "By the way, speech is Jedi's thing. My job is to make sure they are in lines." He added before rotated his neck, letting his bone made a cracking sound.
"Whatever you say Boss," Vash mused before he grabbed his helmet. The sharp shooter then proceeded toward the group of new sharp shooters who were just arrived, probably to greet them and give them a short tour around the cruiser – their new moving home named Conservator.
Colt sighed. It's almost the time for his meeting with the general, he better get going. After that, he hoped he would have some rest.
It didn't take long for Colt to reach the bridge and the command centre. The Jedi master he served under was already there. Actually, he though she had probably been there all the time after their got back from the successful mission of securing one of the Republic's base from the Separatist. And from the look on her face, Colt knew there was a new mission popped up.
"General," Colt let the Jedi knew he was here as he walked toward her. Jedi Master Audrially Gyularen turned to smile at him. She is a female Nautolan Jedi, with an easy-going yet collective personality. She was a good leader. She cared for them and did not treat them liked they were just clones. General Gyularen always reminded Colt that they all have life and their own characters, not just expendable tools.
"Colt, always on time." The General smiled at him. Colt took his helmet off and nodded, walking toward the hologram on the large table in front of the General. Besides the Jedi Master stood a human male with an always serious face - Admiral Sangara. He had joined them in the previous mission. It seemed like they're going to work together again in this mission.
Colt's feeling toward the Admiral was quite different from which he felt toward General Gyularen. With the General he felt like he was with a comrade more than a boss. With Admiral Sangara he felt like serving under a boss who cared nothing about his soldiers. However, Admiral Sangara was always about business and his plans were always excellent, so Colt decided to be a professional and just did as he was told.
As Colt had guessed, Admiral immediately went straight to the point as soon as Colt was at the table. Behind him stood other Clone captains and some Clone lieutenants. In the distance, Colt heard the one of the lieutenants at the control panels announced that the ship is going into a hyper-space.
A second later, the ship jumped into the hyper-space. And Admiral decided to begin the briefing.
"The Separatist is attacking our base on Szyet." Admiral Sangara said as he pointed at the spot on the hologram map. Colt looked at the red dot on a small planet and mentally sighed. He was going to get only two hours of sleep or less than that. "General Amersu is on her way, but she might not reach there in time. Our mission is to make sure they don't get the base. And if they have it, we must take it back."
"I've a feeling that we will have to take back the base, and the fight is going to be chaotic." General Gyularen continued. "I want all gunships and fighters ready. We're going to meet a great resistance before landing…"
The briefing went on for a few more minutes before General Gyularen dismissed them all, excepted for Colt and a Clone captain name Blitz who was Admiral's sub-commander. They discussed about the strategy and the resistance they were going to meet at Szyet.
By the time the briefing ended, Colt felt like taking a short nap before he had to get back to the bridge to prepare. He was going to leave as General Gyularen called him.
"Yes General?" He asked, turning back to see if she wanted anything.
"Walk with me," the female Nautolan simply said before she leaded the way out of the command centre. Colt followed silently. He knew the General had something she wanted to discuss with him. She always told Colt to walk with her whenever she felt like they needed more privacy for the matter she was going to speak of.
"What is it General?" He asked when they were out of everyone's ear shots. He had served under General Gyularen for years; he knew immediately when she was concerned or worried.
"I need you to keep an eye on Admiral Sangara." She said, nearly whispering. "I've sensed that he is up to something. I hope he won't change side soon, but there is a possibility."
"Understood," Colt nodded. He also understood the Jedi's hidden message; you know what you have to do.
"One more thing," General Gyularen slowed down as now they were approaching one of the main corridors of the ship. There were clones walking here and there. Colt guessed that this matter is not as pestilent as the first one. "I'm going to have a padawan." She said, smiling. Colt felt his eyes widened. There is going to be a kid on this battlecruiser? Or his boss is going to quit fighting the Separatist to train a kid?
"That sounds great ma'am," He decided to reply in a more decent way than speaking his thought out loud. Colt liked serving under General Gyularen, he didn't feel like getting to know a new boss soon. "You will be a great teacher." He added with a bitter feeling inside his mouth. Really? Is she going to leave them now?
"I'm not sure about that Colt." The General sighed. "You see – we are in the middle of a galactic war. I'm not confident in teaching him to keep peace while we're going to open fire at the enemy's fleet very soon." She sighed, looking ahead of them. Colt wasn't sure if she was finding a word or was she just lost to her thought.
So her padawan is going to be a male. Colt mentally noted. He wished to know more about General Gyularen's new padawan but deciding not to ask. It's not his business to pry.
"He will understand the situation ma'am." Colt replied as best as he could; he was relieved she wasn't leaving them. "May I ask when will he arrive?" He added, hoping to know more about the soon-to-be new member of their legion. A Jedi learner, a.k.a. a padawan, would have the rank of a commander automatically. Colt hoped he could work with this new lightsaber wielder as easy and smooth as with General Gyularen.
"According to the schedule - he will arrive shortly after we secure the base on Szyet, or while we're trying to secure it." The Jedi replied with a sigh. "You should get some rest. We have little to no time to recover before we reached Szyet. Make sure your men are ready. I want this to end as quickly as possible."
"Yes, General." Colt saluted and went on his way. He was going to get some rest before the briefing at the main hanger. And this was the hundredth time Colt felt thankful that every clone commander have their own room. He felt great that he could shred his armours around the room without caring where they landed. After that Colt got in his bunk and was fast asleep in less than a minute.
"Are you alright sir?"
"I'm fine, thank you."
Onyx sighed after the pilot assistant walked away. This was the fifth time anyone ask him that in one rotation. For the Force's sake, he was not a glass!
The young Jedi sighed and decided to walk around the ship. Of course there was not much space in the Starship he was in. In the end he ended up back in his room, curving up in the corner. He tried to tell himself he was going to be okay, really trying to make himself believe what he said. It's only a matter of time before he would have to face the truth. However, Onyx hoped that he could keep his problems to himself as long as possible. He did not want to look weak in front of others, especially when his new master was probably going to spend a lot of time with the Republic troopers. He could not be seen as weak in front of them. Jedi's duty was to lead the trooper in battles, and that's what a weakling could not do.
Onyx stayed in that position for a while before he decided to try to sleep again. He had had restless sleeps for eight times by now, and it's not fun. He kept dreaming about the past, and woke up feeling useless than ever. Staying at the Temple after that…incident happened had done him no good. So Master Yoda sent him here. The old Master Jedi said that Onyx needed to face his fear again if he wished to get over the past – and Onyx agreed, but he did not agree because he thought he could recover. Onyx agreed because he wanted to get out of the Temple. He could not clear his head by staying there. All he hoped now was that he might be able to clear his head in the battlefield.
Or die in it...
The young Jedi shook his though away before he rolled over and got up. It seemed like he wouldn't be able to sleep for a while - which was fine by him. Instead, Onyx thought he should get used to it.
The battle over Szyet's Sky was chaotic and worse than they had predicted. The Republic fleet had to pull back after an unsuccessful try to reach the base below. They had to regroup and waited for the reinforcement. The losing left Colt with bitterness in his mouth as he had watched some of his brother perished from the explosion. He knew it's typical for war; he saw this almost every day. However, it didn't mean he could not feel the lost.
Colt just finished listening to his men giving him a whole damage report of the ships and the missing [presume dead] pilots when he was called to the bridge. The Clone commander mentally sighed and quickly made his way there. Thirty pilots had gone, along with several gunners. This does not sound good.
"The Separatist's fleet is bigger than us. We are outnumbered; we need a new plan of attack."
General Amersu's voice spoke as Colt walked into the command centre. In the middle of the room were General Gyularen, Admiral Sangara, Captain Blitz, and a hologram of General Amersu. So Colt walked toward them and gave a short report of the whole fleet, except General Amersu's cruiser. Admiral Sangara said nothing as General Gyularen nodded to his word. After that they got back to discussing the strategy of their attack.
"…we have to take out the main command ship if we want to get pass them." General Gyularen said as she grew the circle over the hologram picture that represent the main Separatist command ship. "Which is heavily protected by other ships, except for this…" She pointed the area under the ship's belly. "If my fighter squad and I can make my way under the fleet, I'm sure I can bomb it."
"We're going to need a distraction for this plan to work." Admiral Sangara said, pointing at the ships around the Separatist's command ship. "A huge group of fighters should have their interests."
"That mean we are going to lose too many ships." General Amersu said. From her tone, Colt knew she did not agree with the Admiral's idea to sacrifice a huge number of their pilots.
"What do you think about this Colt?" General Gyularen turned toward him, and Colt nodded. He already had an idea.
"I think I know how to get their attention for General Gyularen to sneak in unnoticed." He said, moving the hologram pictures of both Republic and Separatist cruiser around. "We hyperdrive back very close to where they are. Begin the air strike immediately after arriving. This should take them by surprise. The proximity can make the droids confused for a moment, which we can take for our advantages." He had a feeling that AdmiralSangara was about to argue, so he kept talking. "Then, General Gyularen and the Silver squad hyperdrived after us to the nearly exact same point. Those Clankers will be too busy fighting us to notice." He moved the ships to the arriving point as he said, which was too close for both Separatist and Republic safety standard.
"One miss-calculated will fail the mission." Admiral Sangara said, frowning. "How can you be so sure that this will work?" His tone was thicker, showing them that he did not like Colt's idea at all.
"Our crews are the best sir. There is no way we are going to miss-calculated. If we don't take them by surprise, we will likely have to wait for reinforcements before we can attack again." Colt replied and kept his face emotionless as he prepared for the comments from Sangara – who was looking at him in a very deprecating way. However, one of the techs working in the bridge spoke up before the Admiral could upbraid him for proposing such a reckless plan one.
"Sir, a Republic Starship from Coruscant is coming out of a hyperspace."
"It seems like my student has arrived." General Gyularen said. Colt could tell that she felt bad for her student to arrive in the time like this. "Excuse me," She said and quickly left. Colt mentally sighed as he was left with Admiral Sangara. And as he had suspected, the Admiral didn't agreeing to his idea.
"This is reckless Commander. I cannot allow that." The Admiral said.
"But I like his idea." General Amersu said, which had Colt grinning inside as he saw Sangara's disbelieved face. "However, we should meet half way. Although your plan is truly reckless, commander; I still see the potential of it."
"If you say so, General." Sangara grumbled, and Colt mentally grinned.
So… this is the Conservator – home of the 703rd Legion, a.k.a. Bomber.
Onyx looked around the hanger as much as he could while the ship was landing. There was a change in the plan. It seemed like the mission before his arrival wasn't finished, so he didn't meet with his new master at the Republic base on Szyet as he had been instructed.
The gate of the ship opened and Onyx stepped out. His hands were shaking as he walked out of the ship. A female Nautolan Jedi was waiting for him. His new master, Master Gyularen smiled at him. Onyx smiled back. His hands were still trembling, so he balled them into fists. Onyx cursed himself. He could not hold a lighsaber with shaking hands. And if he could not hold a lightsaber, he could not fight.
His hands trembled even more.
"…it' too reckless."
"Admiral, this is the best we can do."
Colt wanted to roll his eyes at how stubborn the Admiral was. He agreed with General Amersu that this was the best way to defeat the Separatist fleet. This was war, and there was risks. There was no plan which could guarantee them 100% victory.
"What did I miss?"
The door slid open with General Amersu's voice. Finally! Someone to put an end to this argument. He corrected himself as she walked near, wanting to look like he had been paying attention to General Amersu and Admiral Sangara's argument. A split second after that he stepped to the left on autopilot. And turned to greet the Nautolan Jedi Jeneral.
General Gyularen walked in with her new padawan walking behind. The Padawan immediately captured Colt's interest. He was a teenage Estemian, one of the humanoid species Colt only saw in the hologram in 'galactic species cyclopaedia'; he had to study it when he was on Kamino. This was the first time Colt had ever met one in person.
General Gyularen's new padawan's clothes were similar to those Jedi he had met. Long loose sleeves tunics – the outer was very light brown while the inners were white, a brown leather belt with lightsaber attached to it at the side, long dark brown pants, and dark boots. The boy had shaved both side of his head, but let the hair on the other place grow. He tied a few of them into a small braid behind his ear – distinguishing of a padawan. The rest of his hair was tied into a short ponytail. There were four small horns grew from the side of his head, 1 inch above his ears. The horns were around 3-5 inches long, and had the same colour as his skin.
Colt liked what he saw; then he saw the boy's eyes. They were black liked an obsidian, round, and pure. With oval shape face, and alabaster skin; the boy was very attractive.
Wait, what was I thinking? No, there is nothing special. I was just observing him, just liked when I observed those rookies. The clone commander mentally argued with himself while he watched the padawan took his place slightly behind General Gyularen at the table.
There is something in his eyes. There… is it concerns? Anxiety? Insecurity? Typical. This is probably the first day on the battlefield. Welcome to the club kid. Colt thought, turning his attention back in time to hear General Gyularen introduced her new padawan.
"This is my new padawan – Onyx Chatho." The Nautolan Jedi said, before introducing others around the table. "Onyx, this is General Amersu. Admiral Sangara. Commander Colt, and Captain Blitz."
Onyx? That's a good name. The clone commander thought, watching the boy said nothing and bowed slightly. Colt suddenly felt like he wanted to hear the boy's voice. He immediately shook his thought away of course. He told himself this was not the time to get carried away. However, he caught himself kept glancing at the new Jedi from times to times during the meeting.
They ended up with General Amersu's plan - which was immediately put the plan to action. The plan was liked what Colt had proposed, but changed the time General Gyularen and her squad would come in. Plus, General Amersu wanted more than one squads behind, and also one RAS Cruiser Savior. Or…at least some of them might have a chance to get away in case anything went wrong. Moreover, General Gyularen and her crews would hyperspace to above and below the Separatis fleet, and will bomb them from both side so the only way the Separatist could escape was to go back to Szyet.
General Gyularen would lead the fighter squad while Captain Blitz was assigned to the RAS Cruiser Savior. General Amersu and Admiral Sangara would remain on their command cruiser. Also, General Gyularen's new padawan was left with them – which was sensible since no one would want to take the newly arrived kid straight into the battlefield.
"As soon as we can draw the other ships away from their command ship, you are clear to go."
General Amersu said to his master as the cruisers went into hyperspace. His new master gave a short replied before the communication was cut. Onyx listened but said nothing. His darted around the room, watching and observing. This was like those few months ago, when he was with…
No, don't think about it right now. I have to focus.
He inhaled sharply, turning to observe the pilots on the cruiser. The past was still haunting him. This place looked so familiar with the Militancy. Troopers were everywhere, doing their job. Onyx felt like sinking down to the floor and tried to make himself believe that the incident didn't happen. He sighed, then turned to observe the deck and was met with curious brown eyes. The clone trooper besides him smiled. Onyx wanted to smile back, but he couldn't.
"First time on the cruiser sir?"
The clone, Commander Colt. Onyx wasn't surprised that Master Gyularen left him on the cruiser. No one wanted to take a newly arrived leaner out in the battlefield, especially the Jedi learner who still had trauma and hallucination constantly attacking his conscious from times to times.
"No, Commander." He shook his head, feeling awkward to be called 'sir' when this clone had more experience in the battlefield than him. "And please, just Onyx. Or Chatho - whichever you prefer." He added.
"What about 'Commander Chatho'?" The clone said. It startled Onyx even that the Jedi learner didn't let it showed.
Commander Chatho? That's ridiculous. I cannot be a commander. I have proved that… Grrr… my head hurts again. I know I have to face my fear, but this headache is killing me.
"No, just Onyx or Chatho." Onyx replied, mentally grimaced at how sharp and hoarse his voice was. So he tried to smoothen it in his next sentence. "I'm going to be the worst commander ever." He wanted to keep it short. Didn't want his memories to resurface. His head started throbbing as he tried to fight it before his bitter memories were released.
"It makes me feel awkward and impolite to call you without your military title." The commander said. Onyx had a feeling that Commander Colt was surprised with his answer - even that the clone didn't let it show. "Please let me call you as commander." The clone's voice was neutral, no disgust or lies were showed. However, Commander Colt might just try to be polite. Onyx did not know who know about him, but he better be careful.
"If you insist." Onyx sighed, but decided that arguing with his new comrade was not going to do him any good. So he observed the command deck instead.
Techs are busy, everyone is busy. I should try to get use to it. Don't want my new Jedi Master to be worried. Onyx told himself, subconsciously clenched and unclenched his hands. This place looked absolutely like the first command deck he had visited several times. Onyx mentally sighed. He really hated himself right now.
Talking about the former command deck he always visited made Onyx gridded his teeth together. He tried to tell himself he was at the new place, and everything was going to be alright.
"Gentlemen, we are going out of hyperspace." General Amersu's voice called, making everyone snap back to action. Onyx turned his attention back to his surroundings. He had felt shudders travelling up and down his spine, and the creeping sense of unease and danger. Something was telling him that taking back Szyet was not going to be easy.
No, focus. The future is incalculable. We are going into battles now. Even that you are here not in the fighter – you still have to concentrate.
Onyx decide to cross his hands in front of his chest. If they started trembling again, at least no one would see.
The battle was as chaotic as anyone had expected. His new master was clearly a very skilled pilot. She leaded the squad to destroy the command ship in one straight go. After that they circled the rest of the Separatist's fleet and bombed them to pieces. Also, Colt was impressed with some of the new pilots who just arrived. They did well in their first mission, and the damage report was in the acceptable level.
Admiral Sangara was too proud to admit that the plan worked out well for them, even when General Gyularen teased him about it. Colt had to suppress the urge to smirk.
The clone commander turned half way to see if the new jedi commander was alright. Commander Chatho was doing well by far. Right now he was reading about the Bomber's arsenal in the datapad, probably to get to know this legion. Colt wondered why this kid didn't want to be called a commander.
Self-conscious? Doesn't believe himself to worth the title?
"Are you impressed, commander?" He decided to ask the Jedi out of nowhere. The padawan was a bit startled as he turned to look at Colt. The kid is so damn self-conscious. But he is also…cute?
"A bit." The Jedi replied. "I just want to make sure everything we need are stocked."
"You don't have to worry about that." Colt said, keying the order for the report about the supply ship arriving in the datapad. "The supplied ships had arrived a few hours ago. We are well-stocked and ready to go."
The Estemian nodded as he looked at the list. Colt could tell that the kid was reading and paying close attention to it. The jedi learner's face was neutral, until something flicked in his black eyes as he read the list of new clones which were here to refill the legion. Onyx looked suddenly liked he was upset. Also, Colt could tell that the boy had been struggling to maintain his calm posture during the air strike. There must be something bugging him.
"Is everything alright?"
Colt decided to ask. He wanted to know what's going on in the kid's head. Colt could see the boy breathed in carefully, so the clone commander made sure he kept his face as calm as could be expected. He had a feeling that Chatho would be more upset if he knew Colt had saw the small slip in his self-control.
"Everything is fine." Chatho nodded and handed the datapad back to Colt, then he turned to face the clone commander with a struggling smile on his face. "Master Gyularen expects me to be at the hanger by the time she returns." Chatho said with an emotionless before turning away.
Colt had an unreadable feeling about the new Jedi learner as he watched the Estemian walked out of the room. Chatho was still young, but it seemed like he had been through a trauma. Actually, Colt was sure there must be something happened before the boy was assigned to be general Gyularen's padawan. Although he had no prove about his theory, yet his instinct was yelling that it's correct. There must be something happened before that Estemian jedi leaner was assigned to be here. Something grave and unpleasant to remember.
He decided to carry on with his duty. They had defeated the fleet, but they hadn't won yet. Now they would have to focus on the Separatist army at their base. Colt assumed that they would meet with great resistance from the Separatist down there – which he was not wrong.
Artillery started shooting as soon as they were in range. General Gyularen immediately jumped into her fighter after instructed her padawan the plan and told him to go with Colt. She would blow the way for their gunships to land. They needed their troopers and tanks on the ground if they wanted to defeat those droids. Their primary target was to take their first base back. The base was protected by shield generators, so they had to take it back the hard way.
Their rendezvous was in the forest kilometres away from the defensive line before the base -which meant they were probably going to meet another airstrike before landing. Colt grimaced. One of the worst death for him was being blown with the ship. Dead without a chance to fight was a bitter way to die.
"I will blow the way for the gunships. Go with Commander Colt and meet me on the ground."
"Yes master." Onyx nodded before he stepped back as his new Master started the engine of her fighter. The hanger was full with clone troopers running around, filling in the gunships and fighters. It made he felt nostalgia at some point. However, he knew this was not the time. He had a defend line to break, and artilleries to destroy.
Onyx turned and saw Commander Colt waiting for him. The clone commander had already put on his helmet. The dark strip decorated his armours, distinguishing him from others.
"Let's go commander." Colt called and Onyx nodded. He followed Colt to the nearby gunship and stepped on. The door then closed softly before the ship took off.
Inside the gunship, it was quiet despite the sounds of the engines and the blasting outside. The clones were quiet, as if they were afraid Onyx would be annoyed if they talked. However, after a minute of whispering, they eventually starting the conversation since Onyx didn't say anything.
"How many clankers will you blast today Quest?"
"Chuck, I'm a medic."
"Oh, come on!"
Two clones on his left were talking. One was the medic, the other seemed to be the clone specialist in heavy weapons. The other clones were talking as well, mostly about the battlefield that awaited them. Onyx let their voice surrounded him. It made him felt calmer while traveling to the ground with the noise of the artilleries and other ship surrounds them. His hands had stopped trembling, good. Actually, he was using the voice of the clones around him to block the voice of the battlefield out.
Onyx stole a glance toward the clone commander standing beside him. He wondered if the commander was savouring the moment of being with their comrades - secretly celebrating and enjoying the small luxury in the battle of knowing that their friends were still alive. Onyx had been surrounded with corps before; he wasn't going to take this moment for granted.
However, the moment of luxury was short, as the Separatist managed to blast one wing of their gunship away when they were around hundred meters away from the ground. The ship jerked and immediately lost the altitude.
"We are going down!"
The pilot shouted from the comn. Onyx's tightened his grip on the holster.
"Brace yourself!"
Commander Colt shouted. Onyx didn't know if the clone commander had suddenly moved near him or not. But the situation at hand was more important for him to focus on the change in small details. He refocused himself to the Force instead, trying to slow the ship down so the crash wouldn't fatal. He hoped so.
The crash wasn't as bad as Onyx feared. They all got out of the burning ship alive. Onyx immediately went to check the pilot while Commander Colt leaded the clones to take covers behind the trees. The pilot was heavy injured while their gunners were dead. Onyx broke the glass with the Force and pulled their pilot out. He turned and found that the medic was already besides him.
"I got him sir." The medic said and Onyx nodded. He then leaped out of the cover besides the ship, lightsaber in his hand. There were also Separatists droids in the forest with their small bunker with turrets here and there. Onyx gridded his teeth, this wasn't going to be easy. The worst was, they were spotted.
"Bunkers and turrets" Commander Colt said, grunting. "They are going to be a problems."
"I will take out those turrets." Onyx said, looking up and around. He knew how to make this work.
Commander Chatho was less panicked with the situation than what Colt had thought. Actually, the boy knew the drill. He scaled up the tree and made a run to those turrets without being detected. As soon as he was above one, the young Estemian strike quickly, taking the droids out before using the turrets to blast the clankers around it, clearing the way for Colt and his men.
They kept advancing like that until they were at the rendezvous point. General Amersu was already there with her troops. Commander kept his eyes on Chatho as they fought. The kid was really far better than what he thought. It's almost like the young Estemian had been in a battlefield before.
Did he?
However, as it was definitely not the priority here. Colt kept his focus on destroying the artilleries than thinking about the new comrades.