"SURRENDER! TERRORISTS!"
The inn gates swung wide as the clones banged their blasters against it.
'We will retreat back to trap these clones to blast them open," Anakin said. "Can you all shoot in the dark?"
"Yes." The band complied with Anakin's directive. They had their guns ready and set for action.
The door was pushed open with great force. The advance squad of clones thrusted themselves in, white armour no longer so bright and radiant, no longer displaying a certain endearing innocence and even cheerfulness, as Ahsoka remembered. Instead, it was scratched and greyed and faded with blood covering their masks and armour.
But Ahsoka could not think so fast. Her thoughts were blurred as they began shooting huge bolts of red light upon the clones. I would never be the one to kill them, Ahsoka had asserted earlier, but there wasn't a stun option on the blaster. She knew she had to shoot to kill to save everyone there.
Jor, the large and protruding innkeeper, was hit with a blue blaster burst to his shoulder as he repositioned himself. Collapsing to the ground, he groaned in agony, signaling to Ahsoka that he was still alive. One of the young boys went down towards him, dragging him backwards into cover.
With Jedi reflexes, Anakin pulled out a blaster, gunning down five of the clones.
Padme tried to shoot, but found is extremely difficult. Her strength had receded as she felt her stomach and womb thrashing out against this effort that she so regularly placed in the passionate adventures she chose. Ahsoka covered her, as she reluctantly blasted two more clones.
As the Clones and Jedi continued blasting each other, the remaining resistance fighters struggled to navigate the darkened room. Two of the fighters collapsed, tripping over stools. One boy fell down to his right knee wounded.
"RETREAT!" ordered a third fighter, as she blasted two more Clones.
As the smoke cleared, a final Clone stood at the doorway. Bracing himself, he screamed as he sent a flurry of blasts into the room. Anakin, Ahsoka, and the resistance fighters returned fire, riddling the Clone with blaster shots.
The Clone collapsed to the ground, dark red blood spilling out from his stomach. Unable to bear the sight, Ahsoka looked away.
The surviving resistance fighters stood at the back of the room in shock, ears ringing from the carnage.
A/N: Action scenes are perhaps, the most severe weak spot, I have in writing. I have been massively helped (in editing, and action elements) by Golm-Fervse-dra, in this chapter. He has been writing the Edge of Doom series. Greedy, back-stabbing, competitive, scheming, highly impulsive, and yet furry and adorable. If you feel that you are missing a dose of Clone Wars and Bothan in your life, then here is a place to start. Personally, I feel he does a perfect blend of science fiction and the more intricate peculiar details of Star Wars: its alien life and the complex milito-political elements. Do Read his works!