A/N: I did it again. I was just bored again. And we all know what happens when I get bored.
I listen to the cursed song.
You know what it is.
First, though. Guest review.
Guest: I don't know why. But really, does anybody know why? XD Thanks for reviewing!
And here we go! More sadness for you! The song I listened to was Say Something, but CHANDELIER was STUCK IN MY HEAD STILL
Anyway, on with the fic!
Rex fingered the brown Jedi robe he had hidden under his blanket.
Ahsoka had slipped it into his backpack before the mission. "You'd keep it from getting torn better than I would. Besides, I won't need it until tonight."
She'd said that three days ago.
Now she was MIA, and besides Skywalker, the 501st had taken it the hardest.
"Rex, get the boys together. We're leaving."
"Yes, sir." Rex had replied, turning off his comm.
"We're not gonna leave her!" Jesse said incredulously. "Just like that, like a kriffing piece of-"
"I'm staying right here." Tup insisted. "We were trained not to leave anyone behind. Especially- especially not her."
"I don't like it any more than you do, but we're leaving now."
"We can't-"
"Now, Fives!" Rex yelled, hating how his voice broke.
No one had the heart to argue any more.
They could only be thankful for the helmets that covered their faces as they boarded the gunship, this time without their snarky, fun-loving commander.
A/N: Don't worry, this is NOT THE END. There is more to this story. I just needed a drabble on how the clones felt about leaving Ahsoka on Felucia.
The next drabble is when she came back.
And Ahsoka will get Google Translate revenge soon! ;)