We flew low over the battlefield. As we flew, gunships fired at Federation ships trying to take off as well as battle droids on the ground, all of which were returning fire. The pilot's manuevers were quick, keeping us from being hit. We come around a bend and descend. "Hold on," Obi-Wan tells us. We all grab a hold of a handle so we don't fall.

Now that we are relatively safe from death, at least safer than a few minutes earlier, I wonder where the Republic even got an army so quickly? Was it raised in secret despite the senators still discussing the matter? Were the jedi responsible for forming the army? How did they get so many recruits so fast? And why are they all expertly trained? Not to mention they are already decked in army, equipment, and have ships.

"Aim right above the fuel cells," Anakin orders, pulling me out of my thoughts. The pilot did as he was told and fired proton torpedos at the mass in front of us. Us standing in the ship look back to see the damage as we flew past it. Fire and metal crash to the ground, destroying battle droids near it.

Obi-Wan looks back at Anakin. "Good call, my young padawan," Obi-Wan praises. Anakin looked pleased at the praise until Obi-Wan remarked on his youth, then losing all pride. I shake my head at the two of them: Obi-Wan being clueless to Anakin trying to be more than his age, and Anakin letting his anger and pride getting the better of him.

Rather than setting down and letting the jedi and troops on board into battle, the pilot continues forward. "Attack those Federation starships, quickly," Obi-Wan commands. The pilot sent rockets hurtling towards a spherical starship attempting to take off.

I watched the battle from the ship. Though gruesome as it was, I was attempting not to let it phase me. I've seen battle before, I told myself. It didn't help though. People were dying below me and I couldn't do anything about it.

Then all of a sudden I hear something crash and we are clouded in sand. "What happened?" I ask Obi-Wan.

"A starship was shot down," Obi-Wan replies. It seems as though we are winning this battle. The dust begins to clear. "Look over there." Obi-Wan points out of the door of the gunship with his unignited lightsaber. Up ahead in the short distance is a speeder accompanied by two small ships. They begin to head out into the desert.

"It's Dooku," Anakin realizes. "Shoot 'em down!"

The pilot looks back at us and says, "We're out of rockets, sir."

"Follow him," Anakin amended.

"We're gonna need some help," Padmé tells them.

"There isn't time," Obi-Wan states. "Anakin and I can handle this." His surety fills me with hope, but that didn't squash the voice in denial in the back of my mind. The two ships veer off then start shooting at us from behind. "Blast!"

The pilot tries to avoid getting hit, but then we hit a bump that sends me flying. All I feel is the sensation of falling in dry heat, my heart racing and Padmé yelling, before everything goes dark.

Something is shaking my shoulder, but I myself can't move. My joints ache and my back feels like it is on fire. My head pounds as though someone is hitting a drum right next to my ear, over and over again. The wound that was inflicted by the massiff it flaring, whether it's bleeding again or something is sticking to it, I can't tell. The shaking stops, yet the pain endures. I hear someone yelling something, but I'm unable to determine what they're saying. My fingers twitch then I lose consciousness.

When I regain consciousness again, I'm laying on something hard. Every part of my body hurts, and I still can't move, but my hearing is better. "Is she all right?" I hear someone ask.

"The wounds on her arms. We found traces of sand, fur, and something else we haven't determined yet. We're taking all of you to the medical facility before returning to Coruscant," another voice explains.

"She'll be okay, right?" a feminine voice inquires. I then hear a whimper as though someone was tending to a wound.

"Yes, her body is simply under a lot of stress. She'll recover qui-sir! Please sit down!" the second voice exclaims.

"I'm fine!" a new voice cries.

"Anakin, you lost an arm!" the first voice gripes. "Relax at least until you've recovered. You've earned it."

My hearing begins to fade out as I delve into the state of unconsciousness yet again.