Okay, update on this fic. I'm finding that I don't really have the motivation to write it. But I love Grace. So, I'm, changing it a bit. Now, I'll be writing little drabbles when the inspiration hits me. So the chapters you'll get will be little short drabbles. I'll put them in chronological order, even if I'm not posting them in that order.
I may occasionally upload an actual chapter, we'll see. So, here's the first oneshot. Enjoy!
She knows she can't win. She's well aware of that. But her squad, her men, her troops-
If she doesn't hold Ventress off, they'll die. Grace takes a deep breath, and lights her saber, it's double blades casting a green hue over the small hangar.
"Commander, fall back."
"Not a chance."
She glances over her shoulder for a brief second, "That's an order. I'll hold her off."
Grace doesn't get a chance to make sure her men listened, because Ventress runs around the corner, and locks blades with her, and it's all she can do to hold her off.
She blocks strike after strike, backing up. What was the council thinking, assigning her to this squad? She's 15, a padawan, and they're sending her into the field with a commando squad. They put her in charge. How could her master just blindly go along with the council's orders?
It doesn't matter now. Ventress will likely kill her, and if Grace can't hold her off long enough, the same thing will happen to her squad.
So she blocks strike after strike, arms burning and hands shaking. Until Ventress slices her saber in half, and the halves clatter to the ground.
"Well, little Jedi, not so smart now, are we?"
"I could ask you the same question." Grace stands her ground, tries to buy her squad a few more-
Pain explodes up her leg, and she crumples to the ground. Ventress is laughing, Grace can see her lips moving, forming words, but her ears are ringing, blackness is tugging at the corners of her vision, she can feel tears slipping down her face.
She's dying, she thinks. Ventress has killed her. There is one, final clear second before the darkness claims her, where she is angry. Angry that the council assigned her to this squad, angry at their b*llshit reasons, angry at her squad for their dislike of her, the cold shoulders they've been giving her, when she wasn't at that first battle, she didn't send their brothers to die. Angry, because she is a child, and she shouldn't have to die this way.
The darkness claims her, and she doesn't resist.
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