oh. my. God. I HAVE JUST GOTTEN OVER A MAJOR WRITERS BLOCK! I AM SO SORRY 4 NOT UPDATING!
After Plo had managed to pick up Kit, who was unconscious and incapable of moving, they were off. Nine scared and slightly annoyed clones, three Jedi (one of which was unconscious), and one VERY exited and bouncy clone/battle droid/spy who was annoying the crap out of everyone. Some of the clones, who were rookies, were shaking, scared to be discovered by Greivous or some droids. Matchstick was making so much noise that they were sure to get caught. But Matchstick himself wasn't worried. He knew this ship like the back of his hand, he knew all the patrol times, when it would be safe to walk down which corridors, and, all in all, he was very confident. Maybe a little too confident. But that didn't bother him. In his rather messed up world, the words too much didn't exist.
"heh, heh, almost there" Said Matchstick. He stopped as he neared a wall, causing everyone to bump into him. A few rookies yelped.
"Matchstick, you're gonna draw attention to us. Seriously, we're gonna get caught!" Said Ahsoka, who was tired of his constant shenanigans. First, he had pretended to be a battle droid around the corner. Then, he'd turned all the lights out on them. And now this! They were hurt, and needed to get back without dying, she thought.
=calm yourself, Ahsoka= Master Plo said in her head with force speak. Ahsoka smiled.
=sorry,= she said. "well, at least no one's found us yet." she said, trying to be optimistic. Just then, they heard,
"HALT!" as a bunch of battle droids, obviously on patrol duty, came around the corner and saw them.
"I spoke too soon" she muttered.
"Quick, we have to take the shortcut!" yelled Matchstick, who was kind of confused. Those battle droids shouldn't have been there at all. But luckily, he had his shortcut.
"what shortcut?" Said Cody, trying not to panic.
"this one!" Matchstick yelled at him, and with that, he removed a piece of the wall and shoved them all in. Ahsoka was shoved in, and she felt herself falling into darkness.
As soon as Matchstick had closed off the hatch and jumped, he realized that this was the wrong corridor and the wrong shortcut. But he didn't worry, this shortcut would get the impatient people where they wanted to go. And besides, this one was fun!
"Matchstick, where are we?" Ahsoka shouted to the clone as he fell next to her. They were still plummeting with no sign of the bottom. "and won't the droids follow us?"
"um..no, heh, heh" Said matchstick. "I closed off the entrance. And...I think we're falling down an elevator shaft. Wrong shortcut, Heh, heh"
"thank you Matchstick, for pointing out the obvious" Said Cody, very pissed.
"heh, heh, It's gonna hurt when we hit the bottom" Matchstick retorted.
"oh, god, you didn't have to tell me that?"
"heh, heh. I think I see the bottom. It looks hard. I can't wait to hit it! It's gonna hurt so bad!" Said Matchstick excitedly.
Cody groaned, looking like he needed an aspirin.
Then, they hit the bottom.
"I was right!" said Matchstick, the only one who seemed to be uninjured.
As soon as they managed to get their bruised bodies out of the elevator shaft, they were facing a huge battalion of droids.
"not good" Plo breathed. They rushed in, using hand to hand combat the the few weapons Matchstick managed to provide them with to take down the droids. Ahsoka was not aware of anything, just that she was in battle. She just destroyed, and destroyed, and destroyed the droids mindlessly, heedless of her injuries. finally the last droid fell, and everyone manafed to give a grim slime. exept matchstick. He was smiling like it was the happiest day in his life. "we have to keep moving," said Plo and he picked up Kit again. Just then an alarm went off. "Run!" Plo yelled.
They manged to reach the pod, even though the alarm was going off. They lost a few of the troopers in some small droid attacks though, and everyone looked worse then they had an hour ago. Just as they were about to escape, the tide turned on them, and Greivous came around the corner, anger in his eyes. "you thought you could escape, couldn't you, Jedi?" He said. Just then Kit Fisto woke up.
"wh-what?" he stammered, looking around. Then he saw Greivous. "you bastard!" he yelled.
"ha! fools!" said Greivous, and he charged at them. Ahsoka ignited her lightsaber and started battling him. Unfortunately, Greivous was too good, and he knocked over the small girl, easily disarming her. He was about to strike the fatal blow when Plo slid under him and blocked it. The two fought wildly, until the energy was so great that no one could see them through the smoke and light. Then, there was silence. Then, as the dust cleared, they saw the two still bodies of Plo and Greivous. Greivous was still breathing, but Master Plo showed no signs of life.
For once, Matchstick's smile faded.
Ahsoka stirred. "what?" she said, waking up. "Oh my god! I lost to Greivous!"
"Master Plo fought Greivous for you. He saved you" Said Kit.
"Master Plo? Where is he?" She wondered, sitting and rubbing her head.
"Well, Um...we think he's..dead." Kit replied, a sad look in his deep dark eyes. But, for once in her life, Ahsoka didn't want to see his eyes. She wanted to see they eyes of master Plo, who had saved her, who had taken her to the Jedi temple, who had comforted her the night she found out Kit didn't love her. She wanted to hug him, kiss him, put her hand on his chest. Not Kit's. But he was gone. And it was too late. She gasped, the news piercing her heart like an arrow. gone. It couldn't be true. It's couldn't be possible. But it was there.
"master Plo!" screamed Ahsoka, tears streaming down her cheeks, running over to his lifeless body, caressing him, kissing him, doing everything she should have done to him before this. She loved him, she realized. Really loved him.
"master Plo, master Plo, master Plo..." she whispered, cradling him in her arms.