So, I'm writing a true action scene. I don't think it's very good and really creates an engaging visuality, but I will edit this later… there is thoughts of characters and an omnipresent commentary (my own opinions?) that is present in this chapter. So there is my own omniscient presence in the galaxy far far away or that of a neutral narrator (perhaps the force itself?) Perhaps I ought to make better emphasise actions in an engaging way... I don't know how... I may ask for help. :)
The door was pushed open ferally, and they had their guns ready. 'We will retreat back to trap these clones to blast them open. You must know how to shoot in the dark.' Anakin said;
And the band complied falling back fast, even after the first clones had thrusted themselves in, white armour no longer so bright and radiant displaying a certain endearing innocence and even cheerfulness, as Ahsoka remembered, but scratched and greyed and faded… with blood covered over the their masks and armour – but Ahsoka could not think so fast; it was blurred as they began shooting huge bolts of red light upon the clones that fell down.
I would never be the one to kill them, Ahsoka had asserted earlier, but there was no choice now… These guns didn't have the stun option... I have to do this not for my own safety but that of my friends and these resistant and valiant boys and girls… She was still so young… she was forced to mature so early… it isn't fair, but Ahsoka would never think that. She always thought of her duty, overzealous and cocky was she first, but she grew more intransigent as the war went on… through the mentorship of Anakin? And Obi-Wan and Plo Koon – though he too, did not trust her when her true test in the Jedi Order took place…
And then... Jor, the innkeeper was hit with the blue laser to his shoulder as he, in the last moment of what could be the life before his end, shifted himself… he was rather large and protruding, and this agility required his entire strength, and hence he fell down… the young boy who had wished to prove… over zealously, perhaps. his manhood went down to him and carried him backwards.
But there was Anakin. He, in supersonic speed (building up his strength from the inertia of rest the past day…), blasted the five of the dozen clones the obnoxious Admiral had sent…. Padme tried. But her strength had receded as she felt her stomach and womb thrashing out against this effort she so regularly placed in the adventures she chose out of her eager and energetic passion and power. Ahsoka covered her, as she blasted… reluctantly so, two other clones…
Unfortunately, the other members of the rebel band were not too good. They would have been obliterated otherwise, but the woman who had spoken to Jor really outdid herself as she killed two clones… The others were defeated by the rest of the team.
The last Clone knew he was about to go… But he stuck to his duty. Sted (for Steadfast), his nickname was, and he kept to three last shots; as Anakin coldly eliminated... the boy;
Who had just entered service, 12 years in human age…
Ahsoka, telepathically sensed in him his feeling and was moved with compassion…
He fell with a thud to the ground… as blood spilled from his stomach… red dark… human blood… deep… but not corrupted as so many clones had mutated in the past events where the chips and bloodlust consumed them…
His last thought was… as he looked at the moved Ahsoka…
We had to fight… my comrades died… we killed the Jedi… and now… he sensed in fact… the presence of them in Ahsoka and Anakin… they have ended me… I end, so sad, so sorry, so crushed, but I do know and do believe that there can be hope and happiness… from the friendships I sustained, through the harsh and brutal training at Kamino and my bonding with my Jedi Masters – and my older brother like companionship with their young Padawans…
And then, he died. Steadfast fell down, representing the indomitable spirit of the clone and their tragic birth and use by the evilest of powers – the Sith and the corrupt civilisation which feasted on it...
The team had no choice but to plan what further to do… 'It's not safe here,' said Ahsoka. Anakin agreed. "We will move out, I and Ahsoka will cover you…"
Padme looked at him, with a surprised 'what about me?', but Anakin answered by very hardly saying, 'Padme, you will stay here protected up in the the topmost floor with 3PO. Padme, you must do as I say. You have to.'
Padme's natural instinct was to defy the five years younger Anakin… the sweet little boy she met on Tatooine… 'don't act too big for your boots, Ani,'... but she could no longer regard him so; the changed man, who was so minacious and petrifying, and, she thought and knew she couldn't risk their baby and so walked upstairs.
Anakin turned to another woman, and he was no expert at convincing people, but said, 'Take care of her… Please.'
'What?' Said the woman. 'I want to be part of the fighting. This is my duty. For this city and Eriadu!'
But the half unconscious Jor said, 'Feri, you will get your chance. We will help… these…" he now looked at the trio with respect for saving their lives… and that of their cause they would pursue… ' brave strangers, leave this planet, soon at any cost… you can rejuvenate and save your energy to truly outshine yourself when we… at the highest breaking point, will end the occupation of the tyrants here!'
She still looked obstinate, but she nodded. Feri walked up the stairs to take care of Padme. She would have to also deal with the paranoid and terrified C-3PO upstairs…
Anakin thought, there is so much to lose… this is far more precarious than any mission in in the Clone Wars… except the rest of the day before – where I murdered the temple … But he only half-thought this, his action oriented subconscious already walked out of the door with the band and Ahsoka, his Padawan… his former Padawan…