Star Wars: The Clone Wars fanfic1

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

Worm Wars

After disposing of the Geonosian, Fitz cleaned the blades of his clippers, and sheathed them in his trousers. Considering the fact that there was a Geonosian on board, then this ship must have gotten far infected, there must have been something unusual aboard, the insects do not command ships, nor do they own any of their own, but it appears as if TB-73 had, at least once, made a stop on Geonosis.

He turned his attention to other things, he still had a job to do. He needed to find that engine and shut it down, before the Ark lost hold over the ship.

He crossed the dead bodies, and slipped into the engine room, as he walked down the stairs, switching on his light, he discovered that the bottom step of the staircase was beneath some type of liquid. Gasoline? He thought, as he began to walk through the pool-like room, if it was flooded here, then it meant that the ship was in worse condition than they had thought.

Suddenly, the idea of setting up a detonator to a engine in its current condition did not seem like such a good idea. The action could lead to blowing up the ship, which would kill his comrades. Or perhaps, the explosion would only be contained within the engine room, and it would only destroy him alone. Meaning, to his disappointment, he was going to have to disable the engines via the terminal.

Fitz slowly made his way, almost swimming through the gasoline, until he arrived at the engine. He approached the engine, getting a good stance to support himself, so as not to make a wrong move and- well, you know what happens.

He loomed over the terminal, discovering that it was shut down, leaving the engines on automatic. This only lead him to Plan "C," droid poppers. Sure, it seemed ridiculous to bring a droid disabling device on a mission against hostile organic life-forms, but the magnetic pulse grenades have been used against all machines, so such ridiculousness was necessary.

He removed his satchel and began to attach multiple droid poppers to the engine. With some wiring, he linked them together to through a activation terminal, which was linked to a switch in his palm. As he placed the terminal in the center of the droid poppers he whistled an old tune.

Suddenly, he heard a splash behind him, he picked up his rifle and spun around, pointing it at... nothing. Suspicious, Fitz turned back to his work, keeping his ears perched. As he worked to connected all of the poppers to the terminal, he was being stalked.

Meanwhile, Ahsoka and Boomer made their way down the hall, his motion detector in front of him. On its display screen, the only dots giving out pulses and signals were themselves.

Silence. That was all there was. Neither of them dared to make a sound, nor say a word, for two reasons. The first was because they did not desire to give away their presence on board the ship, and the second was because they were still uncomfortable with talking to each other. Due to the "event" that took place.

However, Ahsoka just could not stop thinking about the kiss. Sure, she had been under the influence of wine, but she could not help but feel responsible. Intoxicated or not, she had control of herself, more control than she had over the last eight months.

Then again, she had been recently hypnotized yesterday. In fact, she had tried to use that has her excuse, just say that Mendoza had put her in a trance that persuaded her to kiss him. But she could not convince herself of that, she could remember the trance, the Balloon test the hypnotist had put on her, and that was all. He never made her do anything embarrassing, and according to others who had been hypnotized, it was not his usual style.

What would her Master think? She shuddered at what Anakin Skywalker would say, if he ever found out, or was even still alive, that is. Would he be disappointed in her? -Or would he understand? She was still young, too young to understand the new force that had come over her. If she were ever rejoined with him, when she had enough courage, she would need to tell him, in order to better understand this hypothesis.

Suddenly, the sound of boots running across the floor appeared, and a new contact appeared on Boomer's motion detector, coming from behind her. They both turned, weapons raised, only to find Crowe. Beside him was a red R2 model droid(not R2-D2), and in his hand was a med kit.

"Crowe?" Boomer called, lowering his weapon, "What what's going on?"

"I have just received a call from Patterson," the surgeon said, "she said she found a survivor, who is presumed injured or otherwise."

Survivors? Ahsoka turned an anxious look at him, "What else did she say? Did she describe the survivor?"

"No, she ceased speaking before she finished the message, I am on my way to see to her location and tend to the survivor. But if something had happened to Patterson, I am now to see to her as well."

"Did she happen to say where she was?" Boomer asked.

"Yes, she was sent to the reactor room, and that is where I've received her last."

With the information, the three, followed by the R2 droid, made the rest of the way down the hall, and headed for the reactor.

To Evil Tree: You're probably right, Fitz has a lot of banjos, he loves to break them.

To alienphantom: Glad we agree. Now then, what do you think Ahsoka lacks as a Jedi? I'm trying to gather something for the Trial fanfic.

To narutolover: Well, I am glad to have that in my knowledge, and no, Skywalker is not in this fanfic. If he was, then you would have seen as one of the main characters.

Anyway, Review please. Any questions, comments, etc.?