Disclaimer: Disney owns Star Wars, not me. All the characters and places (except for my OC Analise) belong to them.
"aaaa"-talking out loud."aaaa" (bold and italics)-talking through a holo or com. 'aaaaa'-inner thoughts. aaaaa-talking through a Bond. "aaaa" (bold)-another language.
AN: Yay! Thank you for all the reviews:) I think First Fight will be the perfect way to warp up the year and I am so glad that so many of you seem to already love my rewrite of the Clone Wars movie.
Off to the first chapter. Apologies for the lack of real action. I kept getting distracted by the election and stuff, so I cut most of the action out so I could actually post this today:P
Also I made up a lot of names for the clones. So many of them don't have names in the show and movie. Since they're going to be talking, I thought I would at least give a few of them names:)
Onto chapter one!
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Chapter One
He was a military man through and through. For all that he had been scared by the Battle of Malastare Narrows, he just could not deny that he was happier on a ship than running a shop or holding some form of political office. No...He, Wullf Yularen was most happy serving the Republic with a crew of trusted and brave men at his side, using tactics that had changed little in decades to play and win at the game of war.
Right now there was no battle raging outside the cruiser. No explosions going off right outside the window and shaking metal plating loose while droid fighter ships swooped in and out taking pot shots in hopes of causing major damage. No, outside right now was an orbiting station that gave cruisers fresh men and supplies to transport to different battle zones while taking on the wounded to be healed, the dead to be sent to their home-world to be buried.
Yularen frowned as his mind went to that dark place. Most of those coffins would be bound for Kamino. It was the nearest thing to a home-world the clone troopers had. He turned slowly from the view and regarded the crew spread out around him. A sea of identical faces in identical uniforms with only bars and patches, slight differences showing the different ranks and the only way for those unused to working with clones to tell them apart.
Some of his fellow officers in the GAR were still having issues adjusting to the clone troopers who were seemingly everywhere and filling the ranks of all kinds. Not Yularen though. He, like the Jedi viewed the clones as individuals who each had their own personality and quirks. They were hard workers, good fighters. They took orders, but weren't afraid to offer their own views or even put forth suggestions. At times Yularen even found them better soldiers and crew members than the non-clones he had served with in the past.
"Admiral, sir!"
"What is Jet?" Yularen could never call the clones by the numbers they were given when they were born on Kamino...Maybe born wasn't the correct term, but he refused to think of his troopers as products created on an assembly line the droids of the Separatist Army. Thank goodness for the names the clones were quick to adopt.
"You have a message sir from the Jedi Temple." With a little huff Yularen turned and made his way to the bridge communications center. He deeply respected the Jedi and even considered a few of them friends. Like the lovely young human woman he himself had escorted down to the surface of Christophsis where she joined the pair of Jedi generals already there.
Still, things got interesting the minute the Jedi stepped onto the game board and all of tried and true tatics Yularen had learned at military academies and then out in the field were quickly thrown out the window.
It was an education, working so closely with the Jedi.
Luckily the blue flickering forms in the holo field were two of the more by-the-rules Jedi Masters. Well...As by-the-rules as any Jedi would be. "Admiral we need to reach General Kenobi."
"We have been unable to reach him Master Windu. The battle over the planet has created issues with communications."
"A messenger we are sending. Reach them she must."
"The messenger is already on her way to meet you. We had sent to the station ahead of time with another Jedi Master."
"She can go with the supply shuttle the generals once we return."
"No. Immediately must she go down. Her message delayed it cannot be."
"Very well." Yularen frowned. "I'll send her down in an empty shuttle then send it down with supplies when it returns." The Masters bowed and faded from view.
"Admiral, the messenger from the Jedi has arrived." Yularen turned as the trooper stepped to the side to allow him to meet the messenger. He wanted to shout his frustration.
Yes he was a military man through and through, but that was the part of war that he hated. The transformation of children into soldiers.
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"They're back!" Anakin Skywalker's voice echoed across the crumbled structured and destroyed pathways. He cry was a signal that brought troopers running up to the front, guns at the ready, fingers on the triggers. He could just make out the blue and sliver blur of his loyal astromech R2-D2 rolling as fast as his struts could carry him to the back of the gathering army.
Two figures stopped at his side. One was Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, lightsaber in hand. The light-weight armor he wore over his robes were identical to what Anakin, his former Padawan and brother wore. Though Anakin's was black where Obi-Wan's was white. He shook his head, ready to scold. True Anakin was no longer his Padawan, but Obi-Wan was still his older brother. "We never should have sent the ship back for supplies."
"It wasn't my idea to send it back!"
"Look we can debate whose idea it was, but that doesn't matter!" A small figure wedged her way in between the Master and Knight. Hands on her hips and feet slightly apart, she fairly crackled with energy. Her eyes, the same sky-blue as Anakin's blazed. "What matter right now is those droids are marching their way back here!" It was times like these that made Analise Skywalker-Kenobi want to stick her husband and brother into corners until they learned to act like adults and let the clones take charge.
"Analise is right. We need to focus here." Obi-Wan was the first to back down.
"I'll take Rex and some of his brothers and go along their side. Maybe we can surprise them if we go up and over."
"Cody and I will take them from the front then." The Master and Knight clasped hands for a moment, pouring strength and brotherly affection into their Bond. Anakin broke first, calling for Rex and his brothers to follow him. "Is there any chance you'll return to the command post and watch things there?" Obi-Wan's eyes were a mix of blue-green and grey, shifting from the stare of a harden warrior to a man gazing at the one person who meant more to him than anything else in the galaxy.
She stood before him, his little spitfire. Her hair was pulled back from her face and the only armor she wore were guards on her wrists and arms. At the instance of her family of course for if they did not make her wear those, Analise would gladly go without the armor. "The medics can take care of things for now Obi-Wan. You need me more up here." For just a moment a hand rested upon his face. I am a warrior as are you though our hearts cry out against such violence.
Then stay close to Cody and I Moonbeam. You have yet to truly fight in battles such as these.
As my husband and Soul Mate wishes. Obi-Wan allowed himself a smile and pressed a kiss to her palm.
A moment stolen. A moment where it was just the two of them. A moment before explosions returned them to battle.
They parted. A pair of blue lightsabers, tinged with lilac and the other a glowing sky-blue rose into the air.
They would do this together.
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He was a warrior.
Obi-Wan was the Negotiator. He used words to break down walls and create new paths.
Analise was a Healer. Her gentle hands soothed wounds of both flesh and spirit.
He was a warrior. In many ways the Warrior of the Jedi Order. Even with the war still in early days, the news outlets had dubbed him the Hero With No Fear much as Analise had been labeled the Jedi Princess.
It was a lie. He did have fears. Fears for his family, the Jedi, his men, the Republic. He could not let those fears control him. If they did he would loose...They would loose.
Anakin shook his head and took a deep breath. Reaching out he grasped the Force, pulling into and around him. Master Yoda often refered to the Force as a powerful ally and it was true. With the Force there was nothing Anakin felt he couldn't do.
The sooner they ended this war the sooner they could pull the Sith controlling the galaxy from power and the sooner his family could live in peace. The sooner he could safely train his baby sister. The sooner he and Padme could live openly as husband and wife.
His eyes latched onto the octuptarra droids below them. With a sharp snap-hiss his lightsaber blazed to life. "Follow me men!" Giving himself to the Force, thinking only of the moment; the then and now Anakin jumped from the ledge. The Force carried him to the top of an octuptarra where he quickly raised his lightsaber to block the bolts that started flying his way. Around him he could hear, see, sense as Rex and his brothers used whatever means they had to follow their General.
Jumping onto octuptarra droids in the middle of a raging battle might be a crazy, even deadly thing to do; but they were the 501st. They were use to doing crazy things.
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Whorm Loathsom was not happy.
He had been promised that this battle would be an easy one. A contact had informed him that the Republic's forces would be weakened, many of their larger weapons and artillery destroyed. The morel of the clones lowered, possibly even gone with the knowledge that one of their own was so willing to betray them.
Reality was very different though from his expectations. At the far back of the line, Loathsom could see they were barely moving. Reports had been trickling in of a Jedi and his troopers leaping onto his octuptarras, cutting and shooting through them with ease. From the very front came reports of not one, but two Jedi deflecting the blasts from the battle droids' guns then slicing through them one at a time.
The tank he was rocked, the ground beneath it shaking as somewhere ahead of him an explosion shook the battlefield. Loathsom growled and pushed the top on his tank up, pushing his head through the opening. He smashed a button on his image-caster, calling for one of the battle droid commanders.
"What was that?" He demanded.
"They are armed with heavy cannons sir. They are cutting through our line with surprising success."
"Cannons? This will never do! Order a retreat! We'll fall back and turn on the deflector."
Maybe agreeing to take a place as a general in the droid army wasn't his smartest idea.
