In this chapter, I realized I've been spelling Coric wrong this entire time, and so I had to go fix that in like..half of the chapters..whoops...

Anyway, I've been planning this one for a while, I'm like 'I want these two to go through this- but how to get there...' This wasn't as emotinal for me as last chapter but I hope you enjoy it all the same!


It was supposed to be routine mission. Ahsoka and Coric had taken a transport full medical supplies, and were supposed to drop them off at a newly operational medical center that was a few days travel from the Resolute. It had all gone so well, that was. until Ahsoka went to the back to double check that the bigger equipment they were carrying was secure.

Almost as soon as the doors closed behind her, the ship's scanners picked up a ship. A large ship. "Uh- Ahsoka- you'll wanna see this." She was behind him in a flash, leaning over his shoulder to see what he was looking at. "It looks like a star destroyer…"

Ahsoka's eyes narrowed, her brows furrowing together. "Then it's not one of ours…Stang."

"You know, the General isn't fond of how often you've been swearing lately." Coric joked lightly, his eyes never leaving the scanners. "But I have to agree with your sentiments."

She rolled her eyes. "Save the lecture for later when we-" the beeping signalling an incoming transmission cut her off. "I'll handle it. It'll be fine..…"

"This is the 'Conqueror' identify yourself, you are in airspace which is under the protection of the Confederation of Independent Systems. Identify yourself and your purpose."

Ahsoka swore under her breath. "This is Republic shuttle 22-657, we're on a humanitarian mission to deliver medical supplies to…." she turned to Coric, mouthing 'Planet in this system?' he scowled, thinking, before mouthing back 'Orto?' "Orto, we're on our way to deliver humanitarian aid to Orto."

"Our sources say Orto is not in need of humanitarian aid, the Admiral requests you dock so that you may discuss under which circumstances the medical supplies can be redistributed. If you do not comply with this wish, you will be shot down."

"Alright, we will begin the docking sequence, we'll speak to you in a moment!" Ahsoka's chipper voice didn't match the look of panic that was plastered onto her features. She ended the transmission and fell back into the co-pilot's chair. "A Jedi and a Clone Medic are NOT a believable team for humanitarian aid…"

"A believable way to get sent straight to questioning and interrogation maybe..you might even warrant a trip to Dooku. I'm assuming you do want me to start the docking sequence?" Comic sat back in his seat, brushing a hand through his hair, but otherwise looking surprisingly calm.

"No."

"….so we're going with option B, get shot down?" Now he looked a bit more unsettled, brow raised accusingly. "As much fun as that sounds, capture and escape are better than being slaughtered alone in space."

Ahsoka leaned forward, typing furiously into the navigation system. "There's an unmarked planet that has a survivable atmosphere not far from here, if we make the jump to hyperspace dry then they'll think we're docking, we'll get out of here and we can contact Master and get farther instruction."

"As brilliant as that sounds, making the jump to hyperspace without proper preparation in this old dump would also end with 'being slaughtered in space alone' which is still not an appealing option-"

"Shuttle 22-657 are you docking?"

"Trust me on this- it's better this way!" Ashoka jumped to her feet, running back to fiddle with one of the control access panels, in an instant she was back and had pulled the lever to make the jump to activate the hyperdrive before Coric could give farther protest.

The unprepared jump was unpleasant, to say the least. The walls of the ship rattled and seemed to warp around them and the wave of pressure had both occupants doubled over with vertigo and nausea. Despite the circumstances they made the jump, and were hurtling through hyperspace towards the coordinates Ahsoka had input moments before. She had been thrown out of her seat and was curled up in the back of the cabin, dry heaving, while Coric sat slumped in the pilots chair trying to clear the spots in his vision to no avail.

The familiar frantic beeping of the alert that signaled contact with an atmosphere or gravitational pull began and both Clone and Jedi could only moan in response. Ahsoka's eyes shot open, the panic of the new situation outweighing the pain of feeling what lightspeed travel felt like without protective measures. "CORIC- TURN OFF THE SHIP- PUT ALL SYSTEMS OFFLINE!"

He snarled in response, having to undo his restraints to reach forward and slam the buttons to completely power off the ship. He slouched to the ground, finding it far easier than trying to find the seat.

Ahsoka had curled back up around herself, clutching at her montals. "This is going to be pleasant-"

"Incredibly so." ground out Coric through gritted teeth, he was in a similar position to Ahsoka, curled up and clutching at his head as the rigors of plummeting uncontrolled through the atmosphere of a planet took their toll.

The shuttle landed surprisingly gracefully considering the circumstances. Not nicely, safely, or well by any means, by they only spun out of control for a minute or so before slamming tail first into the ground.

Both occupants of the shuttle had been thrown around like ragdolls, losing consciousness before they hit the ground.

Coric came to first, noticing first that is was cold. Then that he hurt, badly. He forced his eyes open and immediately regretted it as pain shot through his head. "oh…feir'fek…" he began the process of moving each finger one by one, then his toes. He could feel all of them and they all responded which was a good sign. If his assumptions were correct he was crumpled over the copilots seat, and he really hoped the arm of the seat wasn't the cause of the pain in his lower stomach(though he'd wager it was). He finally settled on general shrapnel/crash injuries, severe pressure sickness, decided the drilling pain in his head was from a burst eardrum, and 'impaled through the gut with a seat arm' as his personal diagnosis.

He heard a low grand that ould only come from Ahsoka, then a hiss of pain and the familiar sound of someone's stomach emptying itself. "Ohhh…kriff, requesting field euthanasia…"

Coric chuckled, then winced and immediately regretted it. "If you can joke you can com the General, I'll discuss mercy killing after you get us a lift out of here."

He listened as the young jedi transitioned from whimpering in pain, to swearing in a multitude of languages, to just breathing through her teeth as she tried to maneuver her arm out of the rubble. A satisfying 'beep' met his ears. "Master? Rex? Anyone?"

"Ahsoka?" Coric sighed in relief, if the general answered he'd find a way to get them out. "Where are you guys? They gave you the wrong coordinates and accidentally sent you straight into Separatist territory, are you guys alright, why can't I contact you through the ships coms?"

"Yeah," she sounded irritated, with good reason. "We noticed." A hiss of pain, a muttered curse. "Look we're on..stang, just track my com unit for kriff's sake. Neither of us are in any shape to get out of the ship, so just look for the crash sight and then crawl inside and" she stopped trying to catch her breath. "And get us out- Tano out."

"Your language is getting worse by the minute," Coric wished he could at least see his young commander to get a visual evaluation. "General isn't gonna be happy."

"He's not gonna be happy anyways…" muttered the girl. "How are you holding up?"

He almost choked, they were on the same track of concern for eachother, which meant she couldn't see him either. "Well, I'm a lot closer with the copilot seat than I'd ever hoped to be, that's the worst of it.. what about you?"

"Bleeding badly, think it's a head thing, and there's a nice piece of the door lodged in my side..thinking punctured lung…"

"Kix is gonna have a field day, pressure sickness, two cases of internal damage and general shrapnel injuries..and an inner ear injury and a head wound…" Coric let out a raspy chuckle. "Did they decide to stop for a snack on the way here or.…"

"Wanna rethink that mercy kill yet?" was the hissed response. She gave a groan and then a yelp as the sound of shifting metal rang in their ears. "no- no- no-"

"What's happening?" his demand cut past the sound of metal crunching against metal.

"Think they're trying to open up the ship-" she might have been gasping as she spoke maybe sobbing, he couldn't tell for certain. "Some of the wall fell- can't breath- can't breath-"

"No panicking! If the wall's moving, they're coming to get us and we'll be out in no time! You still have one good lung, use it. You're fine."

"Fine isn't the word I would use." cut in a new voice. Kix, Force bless him. Kix was there. Ahsoka and Coric let out a sigh of relief at the joking yet calm tone of their medic. "Honestly I don't even want to know how you managed this, I can barely see the Commander from here, and Coric- is that the arm of the seat? All the way through the armor on both sides- jeez, come on guys you know I hate major organ wounds…"

Minutes passed and varius troopers came into Coric's line of view as they moved rubble and pulled Ahsoka out. Rex was beside him, cutting the arm off the chair. "Kix says to take it with us…" he explained weakly, which only caused Coric to groan.

"Might as well, I mean. Why not-"

They pulled him, and his liver's new best friend the arm of the chair, out of the ship and laid him on a gurney next to Ahsoka. She turned to him and gave a weak grin, which was weakened farther by the blood covering half her face. "Next time-" she gave a light gasp for breath, and he noticed she got to keep a good chunk of the door lodged in her side as well. "Next time- we go for negotiating…"

He coughed, spitting some of the blood that was flowing in his mouth out. "Next time we just take 'slaughtered in space alone'"

A shadow loomed over the pair, and the familiar tones of one displeased Jedi Knight met their ears. "NEXT TIME- you com me when you make contact with a Separatist ship instead of throwing yourselves to certain death by breaking all flight protocol that's ever been written."

"Yes Master.."

"It was her fault anyway..."

"Oh-" a hiss and a whimper. "Oh go mercy kill yourself Coric-"

"You're just mad because I wouldn't euthanize you..."

Ashoka gave an especially pained whimper. "Yeah, Yeah I am."


I managed to weave the strangest web of humor and tragedy in this and I don't really understand how that level of sass and angst occurred..who knows... I hope you liked it!

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~GettingTraught