Chapter 8: In the thick of it

{10 months later}

It's been a hectic few months, the clone wars are in full swing, pirates are everywhere and big Sheev's breathing down the Jedi's necks. But right now, none of that matters.

Why?

Because before I can deal with Palps and his manic plans, I need to survive this battle first, which is proving to be an increasingly difficult endeavor.

Quell, is a planet in the outer rim territories, one with an especially good position for hyperspace jumps into the more central layers of the galaxy. A couple of weeks back, me and Aayla got new orders to relieve the planet of Separatist control and station troops to build an outpost there.

While no one expected it to be an easy battle, the council weren't particularly worried about us either. Since the clone wars started, Aayla and the 327th have had the best missions success rate while also sporting an extremely low clone mortality rate compared to the other Generals.

To be honest, me and Aayla didn't expect too much from this mission either, just another day in the field we thought.

Oh how wrong we were.

Making it to the planet was fine and all, but that's probably the only thing that went right. After piercing through the seperatist blockage, which was a good few ships bigger than what our intel said, the Acclamator that made it through began to unload its troops and supplies.

Being aboard the ships, we helped the soldiers establish a base camp for our planetary campaign. While this was happening, our naval forces managed to deal with the blockade, but even with better ships and pilots, they were outnumbered, causing many ships to retreat after sustaining too much damage.

This left us with a relatively small amount of cruisers left to defend against Separatist retaliation, which we shouldn't have had to worry about, since our intel suggested that the Sep's were too busy with other battlefields to send in reinforcements.

Sadly our intel couldn't have been more wrong.

In the middle of a chaotic ground battle, Aayla got the word that a second fleet came and were currently attacking our small blockade. They weren't going to be able to hold out for long, so in the midst of the battle, we made the dangerous choice to give up our defensive positions and retreat back to the ship. We were stuck between a rock and a hard place, either we stayed, which would result in us either being killed or captured. Or we retreat to the ship and suffer a varying amount of casualties.

Picking the lesser of two evils we fought our way back to the Acclamator, but during the retreat we had to pass under a cliff, during which the army was caught in a crossfire.

B2's with the rocket attachments fired down on us, while B1's and tanks struck us from the back, in an attempt to thin out our numbers.

While this was happening, I was at the front back of the platoon I was escorting. Everything was going fine, I was blocking shots, the clones were blasting back, and we were quickly moving towards the ship.

At least until a group of the B2's aimed their launches at us.

They weren't messing around, no staggered shots or anything, they just fully unloaded their rockets in an attempt to eliminate a jedi. Hearing the sound of a group of missiles, I quickly turned in their direction, using force I quickly began to crush them, starting from the ones closest to us.

That was when disaster hit, a stray crimson blaster bolt struck my shoulder, followed by another that scorched my side. Due to the sudden pain, my grasp on the force slipped allowing a few rockets to rapidly close in on me.

Doing my best to ignore the burning sensation that was eating away at my side, I did my best to disable the projectiles. The stragglers imploded in swift succession, but by the time I was on the last one, it was already at arms length.

Summoning whatever strength I had left, I tried to contain the explosion. Luckily it worked, at least if you ignored the possible collapse of one of my lungs, as well as most of the ribs on my left side breaking.

The last thing I could remember was myself trying to heal the critical wounds and Lucky - bacta injection in hand - as well as some of the other clones rushing towards me.

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My eyes burst open and I suddenly sat up in a seated position, but regretting it almost instantly as a terrible pain coursed through my entire left side.

Still I powered through the agony as I took in my surroundings, the first thing I saw was Lucky standing guard, hearing me waking up his helmet spun round to look at me.

I was in one of the on board medical facilities, thank fuck. At least it's better than being held captive, or even worse death.

"Commander, you're awake! You shouldn't move just yet, the general said you were lucky to come out of that alive". The clone trooper Lucky - my friend approached me with the intent to lie me down.

Gesturing with my hand to tell him to wait a moment, I sent pulses of the force through my body to see what the damage was. Looking at the injuries I sustained, I could help but feel bad for myself. Still I was looking better than before, I must've patched up the heavy damage in my lungs before passing out, and my rib cage was already on its way  to recovery, due to the mix between my physique and the bacta.

The blaster shots were basically healed already, all that was left was a patch of burnt skin where the bolt made it entry.

The only real problem was the huge patch of blistered skin that crawled its way up from the top of my thigh to my left shoulder, even a few parts enroached its way onto my neck. Which made it a pain to move, but I can deal with it for now.

On the bright side, neither of my two hearts were damaged, which probably saved a shit ton of recovery time. With both of those bad boys pumping blood, I'm sure I'll be back to peak fitness soon enough.

"I'm alright Lucky" I responded, while removing the small needle in my arm and ignoring the slight pinch I got because of it.

Slowly bringing myself to my feel, with Lucky's help I ask "What's happening just now? Did we manage to escape?"

"Negative Commander, while we managed to take off, we're still within the planet's atmospshere. Currently our ship is being tailed by two of the Seppies frigates." Lucky's final words were accompanied by the ship rocking to from an explosion.

"Not out of the woods yet I see. Right, take me to the General, I can't be fucking around here doing nothing" I told Lucky.

"At your orders Commander" nodding his head I throw an arm over his shoulders and limp towards my Aayla.

After a relatively tedious walk, we both made it to the command bridge. As the large doors slid open, the first thing I took notice of was how hectic everything was. Officers were rushing around trying to do their tasks as quickly as possible, but slowing them down was the odd computer breakdown from overheated circuits.

The situation was worse than I expected.

Standing in the centre of the command bridge was the General, Aayla was dishing out order to her subordinates left right and centre, but she clearly couldn't keep up with all the current problems we're facing. She was so focused, she never even noticed me and Lucky till we we're right behind her.

Doing a double take, she performs a 180 before rushing over to me.

"Lycan what're you doing here!? You shouldn't even be moving with those injuries" She hurriedly said with worry evident in her gaze. I was just glad she's never got hit like I did, no doubt she'd be walking away from it like me.

"Don't worry, I'm practically fine, it's only difficult to walk and breathing's a little sore but otherwise I'm all good" I replied while she checked my injuries.

Lightly pressing my blistered skin and making me wince in the process, Aayla angrily states "Lycan you were blasted twice and hit with a rocket and you're saying that you're fine! Hurry up and get back to the medical ward before you're injuries get worse"

"I'm telling you I'm fine, all of the serious stuff's fixed, it's just the minor ones left. Might as well help you out here instead of sitting in the medical ward." I responded while removing her hand from my skin.

Taking a few deep breaths to calm herself down she says "Fine then, take a seat and help out with what you can. If I see you doing anything strenuous, I'm dragging you back to the ward myself" all the while rubbing her temples.

Once I took a seat near her side, Aayla quickly gave me a rundown of the current situation. All of the other ships took heavy damage and had to retreat, one of them was hit harder and they had to abandon ship. Our only saving grace is that there's apparently reinforcement on the way. At the moment the main priority is to hold out until they make it here.

With no more time to waste, I got to helping. Using a keypad I directed the troopers on board to the assigned areas, all the while redirecting others away from the damaged zones. This desperate struggle continued for the best part of an hour before we finally saw another republic ship firing on the Separatists.

By this point the ship was heavily damaged, barely able to stay in the air… and it wasn't going to stay that way for long.

Luckily we were comm'd into the Republic ships Admiral, who informed us that they'd be sending ships over to help with the evacuation. That was all the confirmation we needed to give the order to abandon ship.

Not long after we finished finalising the evacuation, and were about to leave the bridge, we seen both B2-RP's otherwise known as B2's with rockets strapped to their backs, along with Republic gunships heading our way.

With my superior eyesight I managed to catch someone doing something so crazy and idiotic, that I genuinely thought I was tripping.

At the sight I instinctively blurted out "The absolute fuck is he doing?"

Gobsmacked, I watched on as the Jedi known as Anakin Skywaker proceeded to fuck himself out of the gunship door and latch onto one of the B2's. All of this being done while both parties were attacking each other.

"Lycan come on we need to go!" Aayla shouted, snapping me out of my stupor.

Pointing at the raving mad Jedi I tell her "Take a look at this dafty, what's he even planning on doing?"

Squinting her eyes, Aayla eventually notices the Jedi Knight desperately holding onto the Separatist droid. "Skywalker?" she mumbled in a confused tone, no wonder she's confused, it's not everyday you get to witness such a strange situation.

Casually ignoring the blaring warning sirens, we both watch on in silence. Subsequently seeing Anakin and the droid plunge through one of the holes in the ship's hull in a crash landing.

That worked out well for him, eh?

Grabbing my arm and placing it over her shoulder, Aayla says "Let's get moving, we'll meet up with General Skywalker and his padawan, at least we will if he's still in one piece"

With that I started my aided speedlimp towards the escape pods, while Aayla tried to get in contact with Anakin through her transceiver, mumbling a curse or two as it failed to work.

What can I say, with enough persistence and drive you can ever get training Jedi to embrace the true tongue of the Scots.

In other words a fuck load of swearing.

Although we moved relatively quickly, Aayla's attempt at stabilising me wasn't working in its intended manner. With her clocking in at just under 5'7 and me recently reaching 6'7, the arm over the shoulder wasn't doing much and I ended up using her as more of a walking stick while she wrapped an arm around my waist for support.

As we made our way through the halls, massive impacts were rumbling through the ship's hull, possibly the Seps sending additional forces through those drill-like one use ships that were chalked full of battle droids.

Not far away from our current position were Bly, Lucky, Cameron and Flash pressed against the passage wall to avoid enemy fire. Every so often they'd pop out and let loose a few shots in retaliation, taking a few B2's down before getting behind cover once again, but it wasn't enough to stop the relentless push of the droids. Even as we made our way over, more and more activated and joined the line.

Luckily now we were here, there was a simple solution, just behind their positions was a blast door - inactive along with much of the rest of the ship's electricals - it was impossible for them to bring it down, but easy enough for one of us.

As we reached the corner Aayla said "I'll block while you bring the blast door down, it should be enough to hold them back for now"

All too happy to go along with her plan, I called out to the soldiers "Troopers! Fall back to my position!"

Easily hearing my strong voice, the four clones used the standard tactic for retreating and swiftly slipped being me and their General. As Aayla was blocking shots aimed to kill, I ripped the door from its stationary position, bringing it crashing to the floor and successfully cutting off the droid's path.

"Let's move. The comm's are jammed and I can't get through to General Skywalker, but the pilots under his command managed to get a message through. There's a ship waiting for us, we'll head to the bay, if we're lucky we'll meet them on our way" Aayla stated to the clones as he fixed her hold on me.

With better options available I chose to cause less hassle for my master, "Lucky, sorry to bother you again but I'll need your help."

Understanding what I was trying to convey, he took me off Aayla's and fitted me with a more comfortable carry. With a much quicker pace, primarily thanks to me being dragged along, we rushed to the hanger bay.

Once we were close to our objective, we found out that our path was blocked. A section of the ship filled with crossroads which used to be empty was now crawling with enemy droids, B1's, B2's, those rockety cunts, you name it and they were all here.

With no choice left but to fight or way through we engaged the enemy. Aayla taking point, with me in the centre surrounded by clones, while I couldn't show off my lightsaber moves, I could still use ranged techniques, and that's exactly what I did.

Raising an arm, bright yellow bolts of lightning flew from my fingertips, the stream was much refined compared to how it was before the war kicked off. With that refinement, brought control, and power, highlighted as the electricity curved round my allies and wrecked its way through droid after droid.

As soon as the force judgement started going out of range, the remaining charges of electricity met up once again and latched onto an unlucky droid. Using whatever power it had left, the charge overheated the droid's main processor to the point of explosion, before any of it's compatriots could react the droid blew, taking with the it's entire group.

Using the lighting to cause explosions was my best idea in a while, tried it on other things as well, less mechanical, more biological, and it's messy… doesn't do it enough justice.

With our small group working like a well oiled battle machine, we tore our way through scores of droids and pushed towards the ship waiting to whisk us away. When suddenly coming from another corridor, a B2 was sent crashing through a bunch of B1's, following shortly behind it was the man of the hour, the youngling slayer himself Anakin Skywalker… and Ahsoka and Captain Rex.

There were no words spoken just yet, as we made our final push to the ship, although Ahsoka did give me a nod of recognition, plus a wince at my injuries. Festering skin and scars must not be in fashion nowadays.

With the reinforcements here, we made quick work of the remaining hostels and made a break for the ship. Halfway down the final hallway, a resounding boom echoed through the entire ship, and with sensitive ears I picked up the roar of a blaze heading straight for us.

We were almost in, but the fire was too quick. As it peaked around the corner Anakin spoke for the first time since his arrival "We're not gonna make it!" as pushed everyone one forwards into the ship and at the same time started to close the blast door to protect us.

"Master no!" Ahsoka cried out.

At that moment the world seemed to slow down to a crawl, everything moved at a slugs pace, all except for the colossal fireball heading for Anakin.

Fuck I'm going to regret this.

Channelling the force through my body, I speed up to an insane degree, squeezing through the closing blast doors. I grabbed Anakin's stationary body by the neck and pulled him back into the safe zone.

To everyone else it must've looked like teleportation, sadly if it was, I wouldn't be collapsing to my knees in agony.

The strain of using both force speed and force valor at the same time was too much for my already injured body. Muscles tore, skin was ripped back open and a killer headache ensued.

"Lycan!" I barely heard Aayla shout as she instantaneously appeared next to me. My vision was fuzzy and hearing numbed as I was pulled onto a stretcher on the skip.

I could feel my consciousness beginning to fade as I used the last of my vestige to close up some wounds.

Ah shite, here we go again.

 

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Being on solid ground after that whole fiasco was a godsend. Lying next to me was Aayla, currently looking over all my wound dressing, most of which were slathered in dried blood and smelled like rusting Iron, though they were for the best part healed, it still never stopped Aayla from worrying. Luckily after getting hooked up to the bacta tank on board the ship, I was able to stay conscious and get to work on healing my injuries. Though, to be honest I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not.

I think I've been scarred for life with this mission, too much shite happened in one day. There's an entire list on the amount of times I nearly died today.

First it was being shot by a fucking missiles, then it was narrowly escaping a spontaneously combusting starship. If that's not good enough, after escaping the pilots taking us away were killed, sending us onto an uncalculated hyperspace jump, that had us a midges ball hair off smacking into a star - a fucking star. Then to top it off, the icing on the cake was crash landing onto a random moon orbiting said star.

What a fucking day.

With that thought at the forefront of my mind, I pulled out my fag packet and got to cheefin. Being that skilled at sneakily smoking, Aayla never even noticed till I was a quarter of the way through it.

It was quite cute the way her nose started twitching as she caught a whiff of the smell. What wasn't cute was the wrathful expression that coated her face the second she realised what was going on.

"Really Lycan?! Smoking already! You've already injured your lungs twice today, and you think it's a good idea to be smoking!" She angrily said looking me dead in the eye.

"To be honest, I don't think it's a good idea *Inhale* I just think I deserve one after that shiter of a day. *Exhale*" Ending my string of words with a wheezing cough didn't do much to help my case, it only ended up pissing Aayla off even more.

Visibly shaking in fury, Aayla demanded "Give me. The damn. Cigarette"

I just looked the other way and kept on puffing. Big Mistake.

While I was looking at the clones who were dragged along on this shitty adventure with us, I noticed none of them were catching my eye. Strange, most of the clones love me, they treat me like one of the boys and we get a good laugh when not dismantling battle droids.

In my confusion I nearly never noticed the blue Twi'lek snaking herself around me, edging towards the source of her frustrations. Before she managed to steal my comfort smoke, I took notice of her and tried to roll out the way, which never worked as Aayla latched onto me like a leech to skin.

It devolved into a mixer gender wrestling match, and not the good kind. Normally I could just throw her over my shoulder and be done with it, but having my body ripped apart and healed twice in one day meant I was sore all over. My body being in agony meant that her taps against my skin felt like blaster bolts burning away at the affected area.

My whole body feeling like it was in a blast furnace didn't make it easy to move, never mind use any strength. So the scales were tipped in Aayla's favour.

Not caring about playing fair, I called for reinforcements , "Lucky! Flash! Cameron! Help me out here"

Not wanting to back me up, the clones ignored my pleas, though even if they were thinking about it, having Bly watching them like a hawk helped with their decision. One of the clones that I don't get along with is Bly, I don't hate him or anything and we work together fine, but out of battle he's the most boring cunt on the planet.

He's a complete by the book kind of guy, and doesn't approve of me or the others messing around and drinking ourselves unconscious. Says we should prepare for the next mission and shit like that, a proper damper to the mood. With the wet blanket keeping them in line, I was left on my lonesome against a frisky Twi'lek.

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Changing my tactics I shouted as loud as possible "Help! Please! This is sexual assault! Stop looking the other way." With the saddest look my face could pull off I say "and you call yourselves soldiers of the republic."

At the first part I could feel Aayla's body temperature rise a few levels, sadly I wasn't able to see her blushing. The clones still ignored me, fucking bastards. I'll remember this.

All out of options I was left on the floor, feeling violated, defeated and down half a smoke. After Aayla grabbed it she made sure to stamp it out before taking the entire packet and sticking them in her belt pouch.

Still she forgot I always bring extra with me. Reaching into my hidden pocket I pull out… nothing. Damn she knew about that as well, she's getting good.

With the bout finished, Aayla got back to wrapping me in new bandages, I just gave up trying to do anything else and took in the view, the twin peaks dangling in front of my face were a picturesque sight worth beholding.

Soon after the whole fiasco came Anakin, Ahsoka and Rex who were checking through the rubble to see if there was anything salvageable.

Gripping the lightsaber on his belt Anakin said "Are you alright? We heard pained shouts coming from your direction"

I just started laughing as Aayla's skin darkened and she averted her eyes. Saving Aayla from a possibly embarrassing situation was Bly, "The General and the Commander were just speaking about our next steps, they just got a bit… loud while doing it"

"Is that so?" Anakin said, relaxing his grip on his weapon, "What did you come up with? There's nothing worth collecting in the wreckage so we can leave here whenever"

Recovering from her sudden embarrassment, Aayla replies "There's a path going through the tall grass there, if we follow it, it could take us to a settlement."

Happy with the straightforward plan Anakin falls in agreement, "Let's get moving then, shall we"

Calling out to Flash, Aayla ordered "Flash, carry Lycan he's still injured"

"Yes ma'am!" The trooper replied, swiftly coming to my side and wrapping my arm around his shoulder.

As that happened I made sure to put as much weight as possible on the fucker who never backed me up. Being 6'7 and built with pure muscle makes me quite the heavy Zabrak, and Flash here's going to be carrying that weight as punishment for not helping a brother out.

"Thanks for the help Flash" I said with an evil smile.

 

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The group of us trudged our way down the natural dirt pathway through the obnoxiously tall grass that surrounded us. As in me standing on the tips of my toes still couldn't see over the grass kind of tall.

The only other plant we could see was the colossal green and brown trees that towered over everything else in the grasslands. They've got to be a good hundred metres high, at the minimum, looking closely I could make out small oval shaped bulges that mixed themselves in with the tree's foliage.

While small from a distance, those oval looking objects probably held quite the mass.

Our stay on this planet -Maridun, or some shite -  wasn't looking out to be very comfy. We had no clue where to go, bare minimum rations, and to top it off we've got no way of contacting the republic for a pick up.

The only silver lining is that we managed to rummage a survival kit from the wreckage that was filled with tents and pots and shit.

Honestly I've no clue what's inside it.

Dozed off while Bly rhymed off a list of our supplies. It's been a fucking while since I last had a non-drug induced sleep, which might I add, doesn't actually register as sleep. Add on all of the physical strain I put myself through and the tiredness really adds up.

So currently I was fucking shattered.

Once the adrenaline wears off your body just wants to slip into sleep mode. Especially if it's been pieced together multiple times in twenty four hours. The further we walked the more groggy my movements were getting.

It felt horrible.

"You've seen better days." Ahsoka said as she walked next to me.

Lazily turning my head to look at her, I managed to reply "Really? I always thought I was quite handsome. Top zero point one percent in the galaxy at least."

Though I uttered that, I had the feeling that I just might terrify the locals if they saw me right now. Tattooed all over and eyes redder than a Shaak Ti's fanny, these miniature monkeys are in for the fright of their life.

"You know what I'm talking about'' Ahsoka said, letting a hint of displeasure slip into her tone. With a conflicted look her eyes glided over the multiple discoloured scars that coated my arms, pausing for a moment longer at the fresh one's I recently patched up.

Force healing man. Best Idea I've ever had.

One hundred percent I'd be dead if I hadn't learned it, or at the very least I'd have a few mechanical organs churning away inside me.

Blows my mind why more of them don't learn it. Fair do's if you don't have a knack for it, but there's no excuse if you're able to do it and still choose to not.

Fucking Jedi man. Abstinent bastards.

Mulling on that thought my eyes were drawn to Anakin, someone who should get on the force healing wave.

Thinking about it there shouldn't be a problem for him to learn force healing. Never mind that, he should theoretically be able to do whatever he wants with the force, being force Jesus 'n' all that.

Or I could be talking shite, no idea what the force must be like for him.

Shrugging noncommittally I reply, "I'm fine, force healing safes my ass way too much for my own good." Absentmindedly rubbing the smooth scar tissue, "Honestly I'm more surprised that you've not got any yet. For me it feels like a new one pops up every other day."

Ahsoka's choice of clothing leaves little to the imagination, a tight brown tube top that covered her budding breasts was the only thing she wore on her upper body.

Thanks to that it was easy to tell the clone wars conflict hasn't given her any permanent damage…yet.

Snorting, "You're not the only one surprised. You should hear some of the plans my Master comes up with." By the time she finished saying her piece it looked like she was getting the second hand shivers from memories.

From behind her a calloused hand clapped one of her Ahsoka's shoulders, "They all worked though didn't they?" Anakin states with a reassuring smile.

Looking at him I wasn't sure if he was saying that jokingly or was genuinely proud of his not so well thought out stratagems.

Nope, he's definitely proud of them.

Before Ahsoka could say anything in retort, Aayla alerted us to something on the horizon, "Is that a village?" she questioned.

Pulling out his macrobinoculars, Lucky was the one to confirm Aayla's query. "Yep, village ahead. Maybe forty-fifty inhabitants if I had to guess." he told everyone.

"Think they'll have anything that'll help us contact the republic?" Ahsoka asked.

Clipping the macrobinoculars back onto his belt, Lucky replied "Doubt it. They're living in straw huts, never seen anything more technologically advanced than a hoe either."

Sighing in exasperation, Ahsoka turns to her master, seemingly looking for instruction on what to do next.

Catching his apprentice's gaze, Anakin leaves the decision to Aayla, the highest ranking member of the group.

"Let's go. Even if they've not got anything that can help up on hand, we can still gather information from them. Maybe they could point us to someone who has what we need." Aayla decided.

Finally I might get a break from all this walking.

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I'm not even sure you can call this a village, it's more or less just a loose collection of houses - if you can call these oval looking things houses.

Lucky gave us false info, what he saw weren't straw huts, but hollowed out nuts. The same ones that I saw growing on the massive trees, and I was right about their size as well. On average they're about double my height.

Not much width to them though. No chance I'll be sleeping inside them any time soon.

As we plodded into the village, the planet's native species - Lurmen - eyed us warily. Tens of small lemur-like bodies poked out from all kinds of different places to get a look at us.

I could hear the quiet murmuring of the Lurmen as what looked to be the leader, slowly sauntered towards us.

Compared to the other Lurmen, this one looked a lot more weathered with most of the hairs on his body a chalk white. The walking stick he held didn't make him look any younger either, neither did the hunchback or limp.

Close enough that he would have to strain his voice, the elderly Lurmen asked "What have you come here for?"

Is that an Irish accent?

I'm not hearing things am I?

That's definitely an Irish accent, or has it just been so long that I've forgotten what an Irish cunt sounds like.

Either way hearing it come from a lurmen felt weird to say the least.

With the Village Head here, Aayla introduced us, "We're peacekeepers, we are Jedi from the Galactic Republic. Our ship crashed a few miles away, and our communications were lost in the crash. We would be grateful for any assistance you can give us."

Not doing anything to hide his displeasure, with a disgruntled expression the Village Head responds, "Violence breeds violence. The Jedi are no peacekeepers." Glancing our lightsabers and the weapons the clones held as he spoke.

He did hit the nail of the head with his words though.

Any party that has itself involved in a war can't proclaim themselves as peacekeepers, doubly so if the conflict is taking place on a galaxy wide scale. Calling yourself a peacekeeper while leading legions of people into battle just makes you a hypocrite.

The entire Jedi Order is a mess right now. It was already going in the wrong direction before the clone wars started, but the mass exposure to violence has done nothing but speed the process up.

Jedi's mindsets have changed, no longer are they trying to put a peaceful end to the war. All they're doing is fanning the flames by sending their people out to different battlefronts across the galaxy.

It's like they've all got a one track mind. Thinking that the Confederacy of Independent Systems is bad and the Republic is just dealing out justice. They've managed to delude themselves into imagining what they're doing is good.

If they took a step back they'd see how far they've fallen from their title as peacekeepers.

Not that I'm saying there aren't any evil bastards in the Confederacy - there's plenty - but it's not like the Republic's any better.

That's just the pot calling the kettle black.

Clearly having something to say on the topic Anakin proclaimed, "We're fighting for freedom"

I'm not really one for a clash of ideal, so while everyone was occupied with the Village Chief I stood on the sidelines and sparked up a fag. In the process noting that the packet was nearly finished.

"And freedom and peace require fear and death?" The Elderly Lurmen shot back, "We colonized this system to find solace from your wretched war. We came here to find peace."

Taking on an even more severe expression that I thought was possible for his simian-esque face, he firmy said, "You must leave. You will only destroy what small amount of peace is left in the galaxy… You will only bring the destruction of us."

"Regardless of our part in the clone wars, we still need your help so we can leave. So you can continue to live here in peace." Aayla said.

"I am afraid I must do what's best for my people, we cannot help you. For then, we would be taking a side in the conflict, no matter how minor our aid might be." He told them, his stance on the matter not eased in the slightest.

"Please. Could you at least give us a hint? Anything?" Ahsoka said attempting to bargain.

"Afraid not my dealer child." His gaze softened ever so slightly at the young togruta, maybe feeling something along the lines of sympathy for the young padawan from being thrust into war at such an age.

Where's my sympathetic gaze? I'm younger than her. Eh, the verdicts are still out on that one.

Deciding to speed the process up I tell the Village Chief, "If staying neutral's what you're worried about, you're better off just giving us a hand. I mean wouldn't you wouldn't want the confederacy rocking up to your doorstep and finding out that your village has been conversing with the republic."

Taking a moment for an inhale to bind dramatic tension, "Who knows maybe they'll jump to conclusions and think that the lurmen are planning to join the republic? After all, those droids aren't the smartest things about."

Ignoring the conflicted look I was getting from Aayla, and the neutral and surprised ones from Ahsoka and Anakin. I continued to stare down the elderly lurman, and maybe, just maybe using the force to mess with his thought process.

Manipulating his chain of thought so he continuously dwelled over the negatives from choosing not to help us. Eventually the constant downward spiral leads to fear, fear of the repercussions himself and his village would face, should he choose to ignore our plea for help.

If you looked in the jedi archives, well probably not the normal one, but the archives that are  only accessible to Jedi Masters. There's a high chance that what I'm currently using the force to do, is classed under the category of Force Fear, a dark side technique.

One that doesn't actually require the dark side to use, it's just classed as such since the Jedi scream hearsay at anything that invokes negative emotions.

In reality it should be put in the same boat as Mind Tricks and such. The Jedi are just too pussy to call it how it is.

After a noticeable silence, the village head replied in an alarmed manner, "I can't refuse a plea for help, can I?"

That's more like it. There's a high possibility that I'll get an earful from Aayla for doing this, but honestly I just don't care.

The sun's going down, and all I want right now is some food, a drink and a fucking sleep. A few fags as well.

With all but Aayla happy with the development, they listened in as the village elder regained some semblance of calm, "We can tell you about the location of other wreckage, but a jedi must stay as insurance. We can't have you running off to tell the republic about us and have them bring a legion of clones to occupy our planet."

A bit cautious, but whatever lets him sleep at night. Not like there's any value in occupying a neutral planet filled with fuckall but grass and lurmen.

Either way, it works out for me.

"I'll stay with them." I declared, probably too enthusiastically, and shooting my hand up for extra emphasis.

"Then it's decided, the rest of you follow me to my house and we'll tell you what we know. Wang Too, take him to a free house." He said, turning around and hobbling towards the centre of the village.

Another lurmen, one much younger than the Chief, split off from the group to get to me. He shared a vague resemblance to the elder, but it could just be me making things up, they all look pretty similar in my eyes.

"Please, follow me." beckoned Wang Too.

Nice. Peace and quiet at last, and no one to complain about me hot boxing the room.

"Wait! I'd prefer to stay with Lycan." Aayla decided before they left with the Chief and the rest of the lurmen.

I take it back, a bit of alone time with Aayla can never go wrong.

 

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