Star Wars: the Clone Wars fanfic3 -

Slavers

Year: 22 BBY Location: Core Worlds, Coruscant

Ahsoka Tano flipped back, carefully balancing herself as she swung her saber and blocked the approaching blasterfire. Not to far behind her, Captain Rex - armed with his duel pistols - fired back and held the squad behind at their firing line, providing some cover fire for the young Padawan out on the battlefield.

"Ahsoka!" Rex called, ducking a explosion of dust flew past overhead, "I've just got word from General Kenobi - General Skywalker needs our help!"

The news shocked her, but was also actually kind of ammusing. Master Skywalker needed help? - and she was the one whom was asked to depart and save him? It all seemed so funny, she had forgotten to laugh.

She ducked and deflected a bolt before turning around, "You and the squad go ahead, I'll take it from here!"

"By yourself, ma'am?"

"That's an order Rex, now move it!" She commanded, as she sprinted further towards the middle of the rubble. Behind her, Rex and several of the squad hurried out of there and headed to Anakin's field of fire.

Now practically on her own - save for a few clone troopers at the bunker, Ahsoka got ahead of herself and made her stand too far in the middle of the battlefield. All of the Warhawks' fire was concentrated on her, and it was all showering heavy on her. She deflected as much as she could, as fast as she could, but the longer she kept it going, the more tired she felt herself become.

Abruptly, a bolt punched the side of her knee, as she yelped in pain and feel to a knell. She kept her saber raised, but a well-shot blasted the green blade of light straight out of her hand - and in the process - threw her off balance as she dropped. Now lying on her back, exhausted with sore muscles to match, as she breathed deeply.

"I got the Jedi!" One of them said, "Let's finish 'em off!"

Whhirrrpp!

The sound of whistling steel caught her eardrums as she propped herself up, she watched as one man instantly went limp and dropped to the ground, while a few of his comrades eyed him suspiciously.

Whhirrrpp! Whhirrrpp!

Ahsoka watched - dumbstruck - as two more fell at the mysterious sound, she tried to recollect to her feet, just as more and more Warhawks charged, but the blaster wound was still sizzling lightly, she was still immobilized. She called her lightsaber back to her hand, her thumb resting on the switch, but before she could light it, some odd mercenary ran past her.

She studied him, he was a human - with brown-skin - from the angle she could see, and with the assault rifle he was carrying, he was fast... scary fast. He practically leaped out at those Warhawks, kicked and fired them down, definitely something that a clone trooper would acknowledge.

Soon, she saw another mercenary, another human with some type of goggles over his eyes and around his head, while he carried a modified M61 Vulcan minigun, in some way attached to the system of technology he was carrying. As he fired, not only was it loud - but dozens of targets were easily cleared in seconds.

Whoever these people were, they certainly knew how to fight in a gang war. That was easily noticed, and she could gratefully respect that.

However, while she remained kneeling, a surviving Warhawk crawled to his feet and limped to her, a back-up blaster pistol now in his hand. He eyed her, as she glanced back, and pointed the weapon at her head, "So long, Jedi."

Whhirrrpp!

Before he could even squeeze the trigger, Ahsoka was sure she just saw a small bullet flew through his head, and a few drops of blood now squirted from the small wound. She watched as the pursur dropped the pistol and fell to the ground, dead, and all she could do was remain there, dumbstruck.

Suddenly, she turned her head to find a boy - human - sprint over and stop right in front of her, a SR-25 sniper rifle in his hand. He took a spot next to her and knelt down, "Are you alright?" He asked, just before she ignited her saber.

"Back off!" She warned, keeping the green blade of light between him and this stranger, ready to slice off the first finger he would dare touch her with.

"No, no... you've got it wrong, I'm on your side," he assured her, setting the sniper rifle gently on the ground to prove his word, "Just let me have a look at that wound, I only want to help."

She hesitated as she further studied this boy - he looked about a year or two older than she was, with mud-brown hair, but those green eyes of his didn't lie, they held consideration, concern, and compassion, he was telling the truth.

Ahsoka took whatever risk necessary and withdrew her saber, letting him get within two-feet of her, as he leaned closer to examine her knee. "Oh boy, that looks pretty deep, we're gonna need a medic on this one," he said, leaning back up as he tapped his wrist comm., "Crusader. April, do you read?"

"Affirmative," replied a female voice, "I read you loud and clear."

"April, I've got a girl here, injured, I need Crowe here, Asap. Report at the east street, sector four-seven D."

"Roger, on my way," and the transmission ended.

"It's okay, I've gotta doctor on the way," the boy said, "just wait for a minute, the ship will be here."

Ahsoka eyed him curiously, "Why are you helping?"

"You've been shot, I can't just keep going knowing someone's been wounded when I know I can at least spare a hand," he replied, but not the answer to her question.

"No, I mean why are you helping us - with this gang war and all?" She asked, "It's none of your business, so why get involved?"

"Well, someone of citizenship has to at show that they could help assist society through military means," he explained, "or at least, that's what the Boss says."

"The 'Boss'?"

"Yeah, Wilson, he's leading this job," the boy told her. She gave him a long, observing look, and then smiled.

"What's your name?"

"Issac - Issac Boomer," he said, and pointed to the other two mercenaries, "That's Pierce and Jenkins over there."

"Shouldn't you be helping them with the criminals?"

"Maybe, but considering you're my patient at the moment, I think they can handle things without me. First thing's first with you," he said, "I've got to get you to the ship when it shows."

As if he had just spoke the magic word, a shuttle loomed and hovered over the ground, and began to lower like a silent train making its routes, until it finally came to a stop upon the pavement, right beside their locations.

The young man - Boomer - stood up and offered her a hand, "Shall we?"

Ahsoka smiled, actually charmed by this merc/gentleman, and took his hand in hers, allowing him to pull her up and "escort" her over to the ship.

To KittyCaterpillar: Alright, thanx for the review! It makes a bright day brighter.

To Darth Sith'ari: At first, it was just to introduce the merc team - or the Star Wars OC A-Team, but I guess it could be involved with the slavers.

To Lefty Blondy: That's cool, thanx, I'm actually unsure if I can work on both WW2 and Slavers at the same time, so I'll mostly work on WW2, since I've got a full story plot figured out for it first.

To hoysterrule123: I've already explained it, as you can see, it does in deed look like Ahsoka will fancy Boomer, just was the fans ordered.

To Artemis zodiac: Yeah, , maybe, probably, why do you ask?

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