Hello fans, sorry for the long up date, but I wanted to make this a Valentine special (cause if you look at the dates of the times, you'll find that I put the story very close to Valentine's day) I also find myself to be making this story seem like an anime….curious, I wonder what else I'll do.
I'm not the guy that goes ahead and plans out the story ahead of time; I'm more of the guy that simply writes on the run.
Yea so elites… I don't know how the hell they celebrate their love so…
Bah humbug! Just read! (Halo 3 Elephant appearance)
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U.N.S.C. Military calendar: 2/14/2561 8:00 Hundred hours
Location: Alderran
Ahsoka slowly yawned as she awoke from her sleep. In truth it had been the most sleep she had gotten in quite a while. Before they had stumbled upon the so-called UNSC, they had been constantly running away from the Imperials, and she was lucky if she got any sleep at all.
So in a sense she was not surprised to see that when she awoke in the morning, and began to climb out of the ATTE walker that she was riding in, was on the move.
They had made, in her eyes, a fools run and deciding to look for a place as to where to stand their ground, and since hers and Nolan's vote was overruled by the others, she had no choice but to follow them if she wanted to survive.
So far they had been traveling for a single day now, and with the weird vehicles the UNSC calls 'Warthogs' and 'Mongoose's' they had had an excellent time with the simple feeling of relaxation as the walkers held a tight Delta formation around the UNSC mobile command station, or 'Elephant' as they called it. Though the walkers were slow, the Elephant didn't have the speed to keep up with its other vehicles, so the Republic took the liberty of providing a perimeter around the mobile structure, while the two tanks, a 'Wraith" and a 'Scorpion', were acting as forward armor for the convoy. There was Infantry, but it was either in the vehicles, or out on the field protecting the convoy, with multiple different races abroad.
"Hey sleeping beauty, we need your assistance over here at the Elephant, with the terrain. Think you could give us a hand?" called the Warrant Officer named Adams Cursk over the comm.
Ahsoka simply yawned groggily and said, "Yeah sure." She said as she looked down inside the craft.
Serge had gotten up from his sleeping quarters and Vil was checking and rechecking his DC-15x sniper rifle. The clone loved to snipe, but because he was so skilled, some of the troopers worried that, since he was originally part of the 501st, that he might turn against them.
It was sad, but luckily, Vil had lived up to his loyalty and stuck with them for a long time.
She pulled herself on top of the forward advancing ATTE, and then by using the Force, jumped and propelled her through the air, doing all sorts of turns and flips while doing so. Though the Elephant was only about twenty meters away, she had crossed that distance with barley any difficulty, and with a quite thump of her feet, landed on top of the Elephant cockpit.
The driver barely noticed her until he looked up only to see her foot leave the surface of the glass and quietly jump onto the deck. She then looked around to get her surroundings. The Elephants interior was very open from the back, and on the inside was bustling with Marines. As she walked down the stairs on the left side of the Elephant, she noticed that several troopers were going up to others and giving them presents or leaving notes inside their lockers.
She had no clue as to what was going on because most of the soldiers, who were men, were flirting with the smaller female population of the troopers.
She even passed a couple making out with each other on the first deck of the Elephant as she walked past them and towards the middle of the deck, were Adams, Nolan, Tsu, Resd, and the Spartan were waiting for her, standing around some sort of holo table.
"Good to see your still alive, Ms. Tano." greeted the Spartans obnoxious AI.
The two Sangeheli warriors, pounded their chests, and bowed in respect for her rank.
Adams had done nothing but stand there and watch her, while obviously failing at trying to keep a serious look as she entered the premises.
"Let's get to business." He finally said as he put his hands on the table.
"Yeah, ok but what's up with every one today? It seems like they've all gone goo goo for each other." Ahsoka asked in curiosity.
"That's because it's Valentine's Day… What the Republic doesn't have a holiday where it is all about love?" Adams asked as Ahsoka made a confused look on her face.
"No not really, do the Sangeheli have-"
"No." said both warriors simultaneously.
"Ok, so what do you do on Valentine's Day?" she asked in the most caring and cute voice possible.
Adams, to say the least, cracked. "Uh…. Well…its….ummm…" he stuttered.
Ahsoka may not know it, thought Saratoma, but each and every time she does that she screwing with the officer.
Tsu intervened, "Supposedly, the humans give their loved ones, their mates and wives, presents showing their love to each other. That's the crude definition."
"Yes, but we must get back to the matter at hand." stated Resd as he looked to Ahsoka.
"Commander, we have heard of your tales of the Republic from your clone troopers, and I apologize for their demobilization. However, we need to get back to our ship. We have no way of navigating the terrain, and we have no communications with the outside world. We need to find a place to make a stand."
"And I told you," she replied defiantly, "You can't simply go and stage a defense against the Empire, because they will hunt us down and tear us apart. We have to keep moving, otherwise we'll die."
"Resd, where do you go on this?" asked Ahsoka.
Resd simply stared in the dark for a few moments before finally answering, "If we remain in the open perhaps, but nature has a way of show safety to even those whom wish to destroy it. Perhaps someday you will see what I mean." He then turned, hopped on a Ghost, and sped away.
"Weird one isn't he?" asked Ahsoka.
Tsu shook his head while Adams face palmed himself.
"Sir! Incoming message from one of our scouts. They've been spotted by Imperial forces, and are under heavy fire." shouted a Marine from one of the terminals.
The group turned to the solider, "How far out are they?" asked Tsu.
"'Bout ten clicks from here to the south, sir."
"Ten clicks? That's too far out, the limit was five clicks, then the recon unit had to fall back." said the Warrant Officer.
"Well sir, computers don't lie." Then glancing back to Saratoma, he said, "Unless their an AI."
Scorpio muttered something through the speakers, but the group couldn't make out what it was.
"All right, let's move out then, get me a transport Warthog on the double." commanded Adams.
"Right away sir!" said the Marine as he turned back to his post.
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In the passenger seat on the Warthog, or 'Shotgun' as the people called it, Ahsoka grumbled to herself. Adams had insisted for her to use an assault rifle, but she turned it down again and again. She was more accustomed to her light sabers, and while she had used blaster rifles in the past, that did not mean she liked it or was effective with it. She was a Jedi, and she was trained with the light sabers, not clumsy blasters or rifles.
"Hey Ahsoka, you feeling all right up there?" called Adams from the back seat.
"Yea, just great." She said with obvious sarcasm in her voice.
She did not like these, jeeps or cars, as the UNSC called them. She was far more accustomed to the feel of the pounding sensation when inside a walker, or the smooth ride when on a hover craft. Wheels, on the other hand, she did not. They were so old tech, that the Republic had abandoned them millennia before the Great Sith War(with the exception of the Republics super tank[see episode 3 giant wheeled tank on kashyyyk]). Yet these people were still using wheels?
She thought to herself, these wheels, are supposed to be all terrain. And if they truly are, then the ride shouldn't be that bumpy. Or is it the terrain itself that is too bumpy?
"Thinkin' about the wheels?"
Ahsoka turned to look at Adams, "Yeah, and what of it?"
"Well it seems that you don't like 'em."
"And what if I don't? What's it to you? You guys are to primitive that-"
"PRIMATIVE! PRIMATIVE?" shouted Adams as he began to steadily get out of his seat and crawl his way to Ahsoka on top of the frame of the Warthog while it was moving at 80mph.
"WE THE HUMANS OF EARTH, WENT OUT INTO THE FUCKING STARS, COLONIZED THOUSANDS OF PLANETS, BATTLED AN ENEMY THAT WAS FAR MORE DEADLY THAN WE HAD EVER SEEN BEFORE AND CAME OUT FUCKING WINNING! DO YOU KNOW WHO CAME OUT WINNING, WE DID! WE KICKED THE COVENANTS ASS AND WE MURDERED THEIR LEADER, AND YOU COME AND CALL US PRIMATIVES? I OUGHTTA-"
An explosion detonated directly next to the Warthog, causing it to skid across the dirt a little before it continued on its barreling path.
"Blast it! INCOMING IMPERIAL ARTILLERY!" shouted Nolan from the back seat.
Saratoma, the driver, swerved the Warthog from side to side in the open prairie, attempting to avoid as many possible hits from the mortars as possible, without trying to throw out the passengers. Tsu hefted his Fuel Rod cannon to his shoulder and launched an entire clip in to the air, hoping to make some direct shots on the enemy.
The Fuel Rod weapons ammo luckily falls to the ground as it flies through the air. This means that a skilled shooter of the weapon system would be able to easily pinpoint the exact location of the enemy's forces and unleash a barrage of highly explosive plasma on to them.
Unfortunately or Tsu, he was not that experienced in the weapon system.
In truth, Generals would charge into battle holding such weapons because they were so effective with them.
Tsu was a rifle men, not a demolitions guy. Thankfully, since he was not trained in the art of the sword, that was his only true skill, a Sangeheli sniper. True he was good with plasma rifles, Repeaters, and other assault weapons, he always carried a Focus rifle on his back, with most of the time a needle rifle as a secondary. And because he had not been trained in the sword, he could, and has already married.
As the plasma fell, he noticed that it was far too short to hit the oncoming artillery.
He looked to Serge, whom was surprisingly looking over his weapon in complete calmness.
"Republic warrior, do you know how to use heavy weapons?" he asked in a desperate tone.
Serge looked up from his project, "Yea what's it to you?"
"Is that your peoples favorite phrase or something?" asked Scorpio as Saratoma swerved the Warthog to dodged another shell.
"I need you to operate this weapon, can you do it?" asked Tsu as he showed Serge the Fuel Rod cannon.
Serge stared at it for a few more seconds, then said, "Why not, I may have to learn how to use this thing anyways."
Serge took the weapon from the alien as he stood up and switched places with him.
He then looked down the scope of the heavy plasma weapon and took aim as He quickly glanced up in time to see Tsu load another green glowing clip into the weapon.
Ah, so that's how it was loaded, thought Serge, No recharging? A clip yes, but it looked as if it was projectile based. And afterwards the clip was discarded. Well, Serge thought, that it would have to do.
He fired a single shot, just to calculate its trajectory. As he watched the plasma fall, he ejected the partially used clip and threw it behind him, then picked up a fresh new one and loaded it into the weapon. He now knew the precise angle he had to fire at.
He took it up higher into the sky as he watched the Imperials continued to bombard them from behind a ridge in the distance. He angled, took aim, and fired. He pulled the trigger again and again until the clip was emptied.
"Quick, throw it, those things have a failsafe!" shouted Adams.
Serge took It by its end and threw it like a baseball bat. The weapon kept spinning through the air and exploded in midair.
"A good throw my friend." said Tsu.
"But did you hit them?" asked Ahsoka.
Both Serge and Tsu looked up in time to see the five green blobs of plasma stream through the air and over the ridge. Following this there were several large explosions.
"Yeah, we got 'em." assured Adams.
Nolan and Serge nodded their heads in agreement.
"Prepare yourselves, my friends, the enemy has sent its air forces to destroy us." said Tsu while pointing up to the heavens.
The group looked up to see strange angular looking ships come down towards them, laser cannons flaring to life as the Imperials attempted to pound them into the ground.
"Blast it, those are Imperial shuttles!" said the clone commander as his blaster rifle flared to life trying to pound out the enemy forces.
"They're on stop of us!"
Truth be told, they were a few feet behind the Warthog as it continued down the landscape. Slowly, however, the shuttle was effortlessly hovering over them as it opened its bay doors.
Four Imperial soldiers jumped out of the craft and using their jet packs, slowly gave descent to the Warthog.
"Oh snap, those are Imperial Dark troopers.'' shouted Ahsoka as she ignited her light sabers.
"Meaning?" asked Scorpio.
"Time to put your real game faces on!" replied Serge as he opened fired with his ACP Republic Repeater system.
"Then light 'em up!" shouted Adams, as he opened fired with his rifle.
A stream of bullets and plasma bolts and beams, courtesy of Tsu, were unleashed on the four dark beings. Unfortunately, their armor was too thick and they would not die.
"Damn it why aren't they dying?" shouted Adams as he continued firing his armor piercing rounds into the Dark troopers.
"Dark troopers have thick armor, no slug thrower ain't going to do anything against them." answered Serge as he continued blasting the troopers out of the sky.
"Tsu, please tell me you have a plasma rifle, because that would probably be very handy right now." Said Adams.
"Better." Said Tsu as he unslung his Focus rifle and aimed it at the nearest Dark trooper.
Tsu took aim while looking through the scope and fired, unleashing a purple and yellow stream of plasma that burned its way right through the nearest target. Though, because the armor on the dark troopers was so tough, it actually took ten seconds of nonstop firing to kill one, and by then Tsu would have to slowly wait for the rifle to cool off.
"Damn that armor is tough." Muttered Adams as he saw he burned trooper explode midair.
"What the hell! People don't explode like that." Shouted Adams.
Now it was the enemy's turn to fire. Serge, Nolan, and Ahsoka all saw their weapons glow with crackling white energy.
"It's been a long run boys, but time to say our goodbyes." Said Serge.
"That's not very character like of you Serge." Stated Adams.
"That's because you don't know what a Dark Trooper can do to you with its weapon. It's an arc caster, and it fires electricity, shocking their opponents to death. And it can hit more than one target."
"I ain't dying here, not to some stupid Imperial who can't take the hint of 'I'M GOING TO FUCK YOU UP BEYOND ALL COMPREHENSION BITCH!'"Screamed Adams, who reloaded and started firing his assault rifle again.
"Actually, their machines, or most of them are, I think." Said Ahsoka.
"It's a pleasure to meet you robots, now EAT MY LEAD!" shouted Adams at the top of his lungs while pulling out both his pistol and rifle and unleashing even more bullets.
The Dark troopers were unfazed by the extra fire from the enemy, and focused their fire on the ODST.
At the last second, Adams brought his wrist energy shield to bare, protecting from the trio of electrical arcs.
The clones and Ahsoka stood in awe as the weapons stopped firing and Adams brought down the shield.
"Damn it, the thing has short circuited!" yelled Adams as he desperately pounded the device in hopes that it might come back on line.
That's when the Dark troopers slowly landed on to the vehicle and all hell broke loose.
Two tackled Tsu, while one had pulled out his combat knife and started attacking the clones. Ahsoka dashed across the frame of the vehicle to attack the trooper, only to be met in with an electrical stun blast from the enemy Trooper.
"Ahsoka!" shouted Adams as the Clones began fighting the Dark Trooper.
"Adams, Ms. Saratoma kindly asks if you would drive the Warthog while she deals with those annoying pests." Asked Scorpio.
Adams nodded, and waited until Saratoma had climbed out of the seat and Adams jumped in. She began to run across the center frame when one of the Dark troopers that had engaged Tsu spotted her. He immediately pulled out his rifle and fired a short burst, impacting against her shields. She quickly got into hand to hand combat and quickly disarmed the trooper. The Imperial then attempted a powerful uppercut strike, but Saratoma weaved around it with ease.
There was no way this Imperial would land a hit on her, it was just too slow. But the Spartan noticed something, the body language.
It had none.
Which was impossible, all organisms, no matter how still the kept themselves, could not hide their body composure. Which meant that this thing was not organic.
And its movements, while they were still slow, moved far faster than elite could move, even if they have adrenaline pumping through their bodies.
She quickly launched a strike against her opponent, slamming her fist into its head. The impact had very little effect on the troopers helmet, only causing a small dent on the side.
The kinetic energy of the strike was a different story.
The trooper was sent flying, and as it twirled through the air, Saratoma took Adams Shotgun, and placed a few shell inside the chamber.
She pumped it as the trooper regained its balance midair, and using its jet pack to shoot through the air straight towards the Spartan.
Meanwhile, Tsu was having his own problems. While the demon had distracted one of the Imperials, the other one was still fighting him.
They were struggling with each other, fighting over the Focus rifle in an attempt to shake the other off and use the weapon against him.
Tsu tried to pull a fast on and use his plasma pistol against the trooper, but the plasma simply splashed across the tough metal armor, doing only minor damage.
Tsu then did the desperate thing, and reached out and grabbed the trooper by the neck and began to squeeze. But the trooper just kept holding on to the rifle, as if it did not care about its own life, while Tsu kept squeezing harder and harder, until he felt that he could no longer squeeze. Instead, he only felt…
"…Metal?" muttered Tsu as the armored being continued to pry the weapon away while Tsu had literally hugged it. The being then wrenched it out of his hands and shrugged off the attempt of chocking, and backed off and waited.
Tsu looked at the robot in thought of only two things:
One: Who would stoop so low as to create a robot for combat?
Two: the stupid thing doesn't know how to fire it.
The Dark Trooper had put its hand inside the inner circle of the weapon, probably thinking that that that was the trigger. The robot paused, and looked at the weapon trying to figure out how to work it.
Tsu smiled, and with a powerful upper-cut kick, smacked it out of the troopers hands. The weapon flew through the air as the Imperial tackled the veteran Sangeheli warrior, slamming him into the seat padding of the transport Warthog and almost sending him off the edge of the Warthog.
Tsu looked back, only to find to road speedily going by, then looked back at his opponent. Using his feet and hands, Tsu flipped the dark Imperial bot over his shoulders, slamming it into the ground.
The trooper bounced back up into the air and quickly regained balance with its jet pack. Tsu flipped on his belly and began fully charging his plasma pistol to maximum, and released the over charged plasma. The ball followed its target and splashed all over the target, partially melting the robot.
As the bot cooled, Tsu continued blasting the enemy with smaller weaker burst until the cooled plasma became too much weight for the disfigured robot, slamming him back into the earth.
Nolan and Serge were busy fighting a single dark trooper. Nolan had begun grappling the trooper on the left side of the vehicle, while Serge had picked up his blaster repeater and was blasting the heck out of the trooper in the back.
"Am I getting anywhere sir?" asked Serge as he continued with his blasting.
"A little, just keep blasting!" shouted Nolan as he struggled against the far superior Dark Trooper.
Ahsoka, whom had just recovered from her shock and temporary paralysis, jumped in to the air, while formulating a complete somersault and slicing downward, cleaving the Dark Trooper in two.
Saratoma sounded of a shotgun blast as the Thing kept coming back for more. She had already hit the thing sixteen-BOOM!... seventeen times and it still wouldn't die. Whatever type of armor it used, it was very effective against even a power punching shot gun.
Then again… bullets used brute force to plow through the armor. Plasma on the other hand burned through metals and everything else. Little could stop a plasma bolt from burning through layers of metal.
A sword was even better, as Ahsoka had just demonstrated. Saratoma unsheathed her Energy Katana and when the robot came back for another round, and sliced downward, making two split pieces of the robot.
Tsu, who had gotten back up on his feet, said, "What an unworthy abomination. But that's still two kills Adams." The Sangeheli officer clicked his mandibles in glee.
"Hey that's not fair, you were using plasma based weaponry! I couldn't do anything against them because of their armor. Plus, I'm driving here!" complained Adams as he drove over a large hill.
"I'm picking up three friendly signatures just over the next ridge." said Scorpio as they continued moving down the landscape.
As they passed over the second ridge, Saratoma took the wheel from Adams while he got up on top of the transport Warthogs middle frame to get a better view.
What he saw in the distance completely astonished him.
There was a single over turned Warthog were two people were sitting there trying to make some kind of defense, while a brute chief tan had taken the kind liberty of smashing the enemies to bits with his Gravity hammer. The Imperials were putting up a good fight, but sadly the Chieftain had its own Over drive and was madly smashing the enemy.
The Imperials, however, were not looking so good. Many had tried to tackle the Brute Chieftain and therefore subdue him. Unfortunately, the Jiralihane beast was too strong and ripped them apart before they could gang up on him.
Back at the over turned Warthog, a Sangeheli Ranger was using his Plasma Repeater to quickly provide cover fire for the Brute Chieftain, while a human next to him was quickly using her sniper rifle to get head shots at every turn. It could only be…
"…Laura?" muttered Adams.
"Who?" asked Ahsoka.
As the Warthog slowed to a stop, Adams quickly jumped out of the vehicle and ran towards the make-shift barrier the defenders had created, but instead of helping them, he ran past them and opened up with his rifle, cutting down a few troopers.
"GET OFF MY LITTLE SISTER YOU ASSHOLES!" screamed Adams as he charged into battle.
"That's his sister?" asked Ahsoka from afar.
"Indeed. She is an incredible marks man…one whom I look up to." replied Tsu He'malee.
Ahsoka nodded and sprang into the fray with Nolan, while Tsu and Serge stayed behind as covering fire.
Saratoma had already jumped into hand to hand combat and she was already wiping out most of the remaining troopers. She noticed that a few of them had backed off, though most of them continued to fight against the allies.
Survivors from the previous engagements.
That's when she it.
The Trooper was heading straight for her, and as it ran its feet seemed to land at the wrong time, kind of like crappy game graphics making your feet move at a slower rate than the speed at which you are going.
It was a Shadow Trooper.
But the armor was different. it looked like a standard Imperial Storm trooper with the same black and gray color pattern as a Clone Shadow Trooper. it had the same crimson colored visor, with the same colored body armor.
If Saratoma was a porcupine, her quills would have flown out of her in surprise. She had never expected to fight one whose loyalties were to the Empire. She had done several sparing practices with Retro in order to make her feel more comfortable with fighting Shadow Troopers, but even now they were still something that shot fear into your gut.
She shook her head while she dodged the first strike of the trooper. She had to stay focused, it was like fighting a Spartan with weird Psionic abilities. She launched a flurry of blows which simply went through the trooper's apparition. The Shadow Trooper then pulled out twin blaster rifles which Saratoma knew first had were something alone to fear.
She immediately dropped into armor lock as the plasma swept over her overcharged shields. She could only hold this for so long and unfortunately, she knew that unless she received help in the last few minutes, she would die. Retro had explained to her very little about their gear, except for the fact that the DC-19y was very powerful, and that was used in the old Republic. Whatever they used now had to be far more powerful than anything they had ever come across before.
Suddenly a slice of a Green blade came through the air and slashed at the Shadow Trooper.
It must have been either dumb luck or clumsiness, because Ahsoka had instantly cut off the Troopers right limb. The Dark Imperial lashed out at her with his remaining hand and fired his rifle. However, using the Force, Ahsoka was able to block all the invisible laser bolts.
She was holding, but amidst the chaos of the battle, she would not hold out for long.
Saratoma had heard that there was a way to kill a Shadow Trooper and that was to knife it, preferably with a special type of metal. But when she asked retro about this, he did not respond.
She broke out of her armor lock and leapt at the trooper while unsheathing her knife and sinking it into the body suit of the Trooper.
Unfortunately, the blade only had just broken through the skin when the trooper had phased out again.
Meanwhile, the Brute Chieftain, Warmolk, had been happily swinging his hammer and smashing the Imperial to dust. Though he was the leader of the tribe, he was not the leader of his clan. that belonged to the War Chieftain Garmenad.
Most people never understood the difference between a War Chieftain and a Brute Chieftain. True, both worked quite well in combat, and were effective with politics. But even so there were differences.
A Brute Chieftain would be a leader of a part of his clan and lead his pack to victory. They also commonly held the Gravity Hammer as their primary weapon of choice. Their armor was also slightly different, partly because the Standard Chieftains wore their classic blue and brown armor and commonly held the Overdrive ability.
War Chieftains were the leaders of their clan and led the biggest of packs into battle. The also wore golden colored armor that was totally different in style to the Standards. Their common weapon of choice was the Fuel Rod gun, while some of them still used the classic Gravity Hammer as their primary weapon.
Warmolk gleefully smashed another group of Imperials with his hammer as the gravity waves spread out and quickly affected even more troopers. He had always enjoyed the wonderful sound of breaking bodies as he flung his hammer around and continued to smash them.
One foolish trooper had leapt at him and grappled on to his chest, in an attempt to tackle him. While his shields held against the countless barrage of laser fire from the other enemy troopers, Warmolk took the end of his Gravity Hammer, which he had modified to have a blue blade about four inches long, and with great strength impaled the trooper through his back.
The Imperial quickly writhed as the blades electric shock surged through his body, while many of the Imperials stopped firing in fear, one had even fell to the floor and fainted from the sight of blood.
Warmolk smiled. These Imperials were not used to the sight of blood, mostly because that the weapons they fired consisted of plasma only. True, the Covenant Loyalists and Sepratists both used plasma, but also an array of other weapons such as Spikers, Needlers, Needle rifles, and Bruteshot grenade launchers. These were projectile weapons and caused blood to spew out when hit, meaning that the Covenant were used to it.
This Empire only used plasma, which cauterizes the wound before blood can fall out. Therefore, Imperials had never seen the amount of blood that befell the battle field that the UNSC and Covenant saw.
He happily continued mashing while sounding off laughter that would strike fear into the hearts of even the most battle hardened men. Most humans would say he had gone off the deep end, but for him this was the human equivalent of playing baseball, which brutes have now sort of copied into their own society.
Ahsoka however, almost vomited at the sight of blood. She not used to the sight of blood, and therefore was almost killed by the Shadow Trooper she was fighting, before Adams jumped in between her and the demonic trooper.
The trooper slashed downward with his knife and cut open a wide and shallow cut that broke through his shields and into his armor, cutting a long cut that extended from his right shoulder to his left thigh.
Time seemed to slow as Ahsoka watched blood spurt from the wound and Adams fall to the ground. A sudden flurry of emotions flowed through her: anguish, despair, sorrow. But one emotion rose above all.
Rage.
For a Jedi, this shouldn't be happening. Jedi were taught that fear led to anger and anger led hate and hate led to destruction. Her training should have kept such feelings under control. But now, she was feeling a surge of anger.
Her face went from shock to anger as her hands slightly crackled with electricity. Her eyes went ark and lightning surged around her hands.
"HOW COULDYOU KILL ADAMS YOU BANTHA FODDER!"She screamed.
She immediately reached out with her hands in an attempt to touch the Shadow Trooper, and even though the Shadow Trooper had already phased out, she touched him, surging hundreds of thousands of giga watts through the enemy's body.
"DIE!"
The Trooper blew apart and a shower of armor and blood rained down onto the battle field.
Ahsoka breathed a few heavy breaths, and then the world around her got blurry and finally black.
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Ahsoka slowly opened her eyes and let them refocus. She let out a soft moan, while slowly getting up.
As she rubbed her head she stopped, and looked at her hand only to notice that her hand was bandaged up. She looked around to find herself in one of the ATTE rooms, and she slowly got up off her mat, and without waking the other troopers that were sleeping, slowly got outside.
It was a clear night and the stars were shining as if they had been just washed with some sort of new paint coat. Ahsoka had little left to do. She checked her light saber, which was still functional.
"Just got up, did ya?'
Ahsoka turned around to see Adams sitting on a ridge, assault rifle tossed to the side close by.
She grew a wide smile, and ran to Adams and gave him a tight hug. "You're all right!" she shouted while hugging Adams tightly.
"YOWOWOWOWOW! Not so hard!" said Adams weakly.
"Oh sorry," apologized Ahsoka as she backed off.
She looked over his body, which he had taken off his shirt leaving only his bare chest to fight against the cold. He looked as if he was the very definition of muscle. He was well built for combat and had several scars along his body in several places. Along with that, he also had is body bandaged up from where he was knifed, and had a long white bandage wrapped around his body where the cut was.
"Ouch," said Ahsoka.
"Yeah, it was pretty bad. The medic said that it wouldn't be fully healed for another week. So that means if I'm lucky, I won't have to shoot anything for the next week." replied Adams.
"That sucks."
"You have no idea."
Adams and Ahsoka both sat quietly on the ridge as they both stared into the night sky.
"So I heard from the clone about your adventures and the Demobilization of the Republic and the execution of the Jedi Order, how'd you survived?" asked Adams.
"Well, it all started when I was in orbit above Coruscant. My troops and I were stationed there until our repairs were complete. When Order 66 came around, I knew the Force was trying to tell me something. So I ducked, and dodged all the blasters I could…"
A silver tear managed to find its way down her cheek, "And I watched as Chancellor Palpatine changed the Republic f-forev… forever."
Ahsoka began to slowly cry as her head landed in Adams lap. Adams, the idiot he was, didn't know what to do so he slowly stroked her montrals and said, "Its ok, its ok." As he constantly looked around hopping that no one was watching.
"I'm sorry I almost went to the Dark side crying over you. I know i shouldn't feel this way but i...i..."
She then slowly picked herself up and rubbed her eyes. "Adams, than-thank you or saving my life."
Adams shrugged. "Hey it's what I do on a daily basis." He said with a comical smile.
"No it's not."
"Eh, your right."
Adams looked down with an almost animated frown.
"You know, I sometimes wish that the Jedi could have relations back in the old day." said Ahsoka.
Adams heart almost sky rocketed through space he was so worried. "You don't still follow the order, do you?" he asked.
"No not anymore." She replied.
Adams quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and then was instantly kissed on the lips by Ahsoka.
Adams, the idiot, started spasing out before Ahsoka slapped him, and he fell right in line.
The two held this position for a long time, simply enjoying each other's company.
Finally Ahsoka was the one to break apart, and she said sadly, "I got to go, see ya in the morning."
Adams simply stayed there motionless still trying to register what had just happened.
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Saratoma professionally walked to her make shift bed on the floor in the middle of the Elephant, when she saw a pink note card attached to one of its corners.
She opened it and began to read a love poem from a… secret admirer?
She put it away for later study, lied down, and calmly went to sleep.
Crappy ending, but great story right? But it's not over yet, there still the voting with SGT Johnson in the lead. You can still vote now! PM me or review you votes in!