Star Wars: The Clone Wars fanfic1

An alternate ending of Episode 8, Brain Invaders, my favorite episode...

Worm Wars

After eating, Ahsoka followed Boomer into the hanger, as a population of soldiers and citizens stood surrounding something. The two closed in to have a closer look, finding it was a burial burn.

A row of dead men and women were lined up, each sitting in an large ash tray, while many seemed to mourn and pray. A soldier saluted them and lit a torch, handing to, Boomer could recognize, Sergeant Wilson.

The Sergeant strolled past each body, giving a short pray to each, lighting them with the flames of his torch and setting them to flames. After the last corpse was lit, everyone joined hands and listened to the Sergeant's pray.

"Why are the innocent punished? Why are all those who possess the power and will to fight for someone turn a deaf ear upon them? After our time of this ordeal, after the strength and sacrifice we all performed in our time of this war, why are we still no closer to victory than when we were when it began? We all gave up our homes, our possessions, and our dreams to fight for what we have left to fight for.

"Those who died today did not die for nothing. Their bodies are to be burned down so that they are no longer corrupted by the plague that haunts and hunts for us. They are dead, but they will never be forgotten."

After his speech, Wilson saluted, followed by the other soldiers. Even Ahsoka was touched, she had to appreciate the Crusaders, those who live and those died. If it were not for them, where would she be now? Just another minion to the Queen. But with the knowledge of all that has happened while she walked under Karina's influence, therefore making her the reason the infestation was all over the galaxy, a tear ran down her eye.

As many soldiers and citizens left to get back to their stations, Boomer turned his attention to her, noticing her crying. "What's wrong?"

"It's my fault," she said silently. Boomer attention sharpened. He pulled out a handkerchief and handed it to her. Obviously, this whole war was depressing her even more with each hour.

"Don't cry," he told her, as she accepted the handkerchief, wiping away the tears, "None of this is any of this your fault?"

Before she could replied, the Sergeant approached them both, "Boomer, nice of you to join us," -he turned to Ahsoka- "and it's nice to see you're finally awake. I was beginning to think you weren't gonna wake up."

She simply shook her head, "After all this, I would have stayed asleep, but I was starving."

"Sarge, this Ahsoka Tano," Boomer introduced.

Wilson extend his hand, and shook hands with her.

"Nice to meet ya, Tano," he replied.

"Issac told me a little bit about you."

"That's a little unfair, because I don't even know what ranking of a Jedi you are."

"Thanks, I'm a Padawan."

Before anymore was said, Wilson's wrist comm. beeped, "Sergeant Wilson," it was female's voice, "please report to the bridge. The Captain would like to speak to the Jedi."

"Copy that, Noah," the Sergeant replied, looking up to the Togruta, "You heard her, let's go."

Ahsoka was led to the bridge of the ship. She, Boomer, and Wilson past a few technicians, whom were too busy to notice her, to find Crowe the Surgeon, and the Captain.

"Jedi Tano, I presume?" the Captain greeted, shaking her hand, "I am Wilhuff Tarkin. You will refer to me as 'Captain' or 'Sir,' is that clear?"

She grimaced at his rudeness, was that anyway to treat a guest, "Yes sir," she replied.

"That will do. Now then, Jedi, do you know why you're here?"

"Not that sure, actually-"

"You are here," he interrupted, "because you are lucky enough to be among the surviving forces of the galaxy. As long as you're with us, you are needed to aid us in our battle against the Geonosian brain worms, which, as you know, have infested all but the entire galaxy. Jedi Tano, you will be a Crusader."

"Wait a minute," Ahsoka began, not happy with the sudden decision that she was required to help them, "I just woke up after-"

"Eight months. I know," Tarkin interrupted, yet again, "Let me ask you something, Jedi. Are you familiar with the Republic cargo vessel TB-73?"

She gasped silently, it was true, she remembered the ship, when the infestation had stowed away. She lowered her head, pained by the memory, "Yes..."

"...And, do you recall any species of parasite on the ship?"

"Yes..."

"So, then you're aware of what we all have to deal with. We need everyone we can get," Tarkin's voice began to lower, "If we are to stop the infestation that you let proceed."

With those final words, Ahsoka was crushed into a deep realm of depression. All of what the Captain said was true.

Boomer could not take any more of this, watching Tarkin break the spirits of a little girl was unbearable, "Now Captain, you know that no victim can resist the worms, we all do. You can't blame her for this war."

"You will be silent, Private," Tarkin directed, pointing at the boy, as he gave him a short glare. He turned back to Ahsoka, "So you understand, Jedi, that this is your mess, and you're going to help clean it up. Is that understood?"

Ahsoka was silent, and honestly replied, "Yes sir."

To Lefty Blondy: Thanks, and no, I don't know when Season 2 of the Clone Wars will be on in Australia. As for Rex, I already have this fanfic planned out, and, sorry to say this, Rex will not be in this story. But that does not mean he will not be in a sequel.

To Ollie: Yep, that's the leader. I know, what am I thinking? Well, considering that there wasn't an explanation to where Tarkin came from, also because no one cares if the Captain were to die, I felt as if I should at least give him a place. This will pretty much explain how he became an associate to Palpatine in the first place. And plus, I was running out of MC ideas, so I just picked Tarkin so he could be the bad-guy captain in the future. Just something unexpected.

Anyway, Review please. Any questions? Comments? Etc.?...