Hello everybody, so I decided to write a little one-shot story in the Star Wars Clone Wars side of fanfiction.

Hope that you don't hate this, but this moment is something that hurts every time.


Those We Lost

"It's bigger than any of us, than anything… I could've imagined. I… I never meant to hurt anyone, I only wanted… to do my duty…"

"Fives… stay with me, Fives!"

"The mission… the nightmares… they're… finally… over."


How many more men have to die in this war? This war, so many have been taken, How many people have been taken by droids, pirates, the Sith and ordinary killers? To that I couldn't even give an answer.

Good men and women have given their lives for this Republic and only the names of the Jedi and the Republic have been remembered, for the clones, only they've been reduced to their CT-Numbers.

The real heroes, good soldiers like Lucky, Flash and Cameron, Echo, Hardcase, Hevy, Oz, Ringo and Matchstick, Waxer, Mixer and Redeye. Now Fives and Tup join that list, the 501st doesn't deserve this.

Tup didn't deserve this, nor did Fives, good men who were doing their duty and fighting on the frontlines.

None of the boys deserve this, especially good soldiers like them.

I've lost so many in my life, my Mom, Qui-Gon, so many of my men, men who were my friends, my brothers, My Family and my little sister, Ahsoka.

So many losses I've suffered, all I want is to see this war over.

So much has happened in the last three years, I can't keep going, so many good people have died, trust is fractured among us, it just hurts.

The pain in my heart keeps getting bigger, I can't keep losing more of my family. I can't lose Obi-Wan, I can't lose Padme, Rex, Jesse and Kix.

I can't lose any more people, I don't care what it will take, but Dooku, Dooku's going to die, this Sith Lord, whoever he is, I'm going to kill him, I don't care if I die, but as long the people that I love are okay, I don't care if I die.

Perhaps, it's the will of the force, the will of the force that I lose so many of my loved ones. I've always felt fear, especially when I lose my friends, the clones don't deserve this, nobody deserves this.

Especially boys like Appo, Ridge and Vaughn and so many other good men don't deserve to lose anymore of their brothers.

It's not fair, it isn't fair anymore.


It's been several days since Fives' death and everything still hurts, even after seeing him die, I'm still haunted by his death, reminding me of the countless men I've lost under my command and the fear I'll lose everything I love.

Now I stand outside the barracks of the 501st, the makeshift list of the brave troopers of the boys from the 501st that died in the line of duty.

The underlined meaning that had said 'Those We Lost', it's meaning telling everyone what it means for the boys of the 501st, I've always come here to say a prayer to those we've lost after a battle.

We try to honor their deeds in another battle, even as their faces fade from their memory. But the memories are all we have left, the memories of those that are gone but will never be forgotten, not as long as I'm still here.

Touching the wall, looking at all the holographic pictures of the faces of the dead, I can't help but think to myself, as I whisper something.

"I'm sorry, Fives. I'm sorry for what happened. It ain't your fault, you were a dutiful soldier, one of our very best, but you're the life and soul of the 501st. You were my brother, my family and one of the best men that I could ever count on in a battle."

Taking a deep breath, I stand to attention and salute the wall as I say, "ARC Trooper Fives, it was an honour to serve and fight by your side, rest easy, Sergeant."

Turning to walk away, I return to the cruiser to head back to the fighting, Fives' memory still rest on me as I try to do right by him.

There was an old saying that I remembered on Tatooine when I was a kid.

"All that we know about those we loved and lost is that they would wish us to remember them with a more intensified realization of their reality. What is essential does not die, but clarifies. The highest tribute to the dead is not grief but gratitude."


Feel free to curse me out, but I hated writing this, Fives' death hit me so hard every time I watched this, this show was so special in a way that made me love the Clone Troopers even if they turned into the villains when Order 66 came down.

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