Cuyan~ (OC x Clone wars)

Felucia

They really should give the space medical frigates some better protection, because we lost contact with another one recently. Now Anakin, Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, and I are heading to determine the cause and see if anything or anyone is salvageable.

We drop out of hyperspace, and there's nothing on our scanners, until...

"Vulture droids," Ahsoka says disgustedly.

"Well, at least we know what happened to the medical station," Obi-Wan reasons as Anakin jerks the yoke and yells,

"Hang on!"

I grab my seat uncomfortably as we spin around. Our ship jostles violently, we must be hit!

"That's not ideal," I grunt, irritated to no end.

Ahsoka agrees with me. "They hit the plasma conduit!" she cries.

Whatever that is, it's not good. Our ship is going down. I flashback to the last time my ship went down, on Geonosis. Almost everyone died and I was injured. My stomach tightens as I pull down a gas mask.

"I thought you were a good pilot, Skywalker!" I yell at him.

"He says that, but every time he flies we crash," Ahsoka shouts back.

"It's not my fault, it's the ship! Now get ready for ejection!"

"Oh, sure! Blame the ship!"

I grab onto the handles next to my seat, and when they shout "Now!" I pull them, shooting up into the sky, and fall back down within a protective bubble that bounces us around before eventually coming to a stop. It's quite uncomfortable and slightly nausea-inducing.

Our pods poof open and we walk out of them, coughing as we take off the oxygen masks.

"I'm going to go camo in case of a threat," I tell them, and fade into the background. "Hopefully they won't notice my pod."

"Smart, Ellor," Obi-Wan tells me, electing to ignore his former padawan's smirking inquiry after his well-being. My general and spinning do not mix well.

Ahsoka asks, "Where on Felucia do you think we are?"

Obi-Wan replies, "I'm not sure." There's a shreee-ing sound from the strange jungle around us,

"Not ideal," I mutter to them. "Very not ideal."

Anakin turns to his left with an astounded look on his face. "No really?"

I tap his right arm. "I'm actually over here."

"Whatever." He's still grumpy about my slight on his piloting abilities. As he said, whatever.

I whirl around to the path in front of us as a loud thumping noise resounds through the air. Giant stone monsters plod across the jungle ahead of us.

"Don't scare them," Anakin hisses to us. We watch them pass.

"We can't just wander around the jungle aimlessly. We need a plan," Obi-Wan insists.

Anakin frowns. "You always told me to go on instincts. Well, my instincts tell me to go that way." He points left.

"No, that doesn't seem right. I think we should go this way," my General responds, pointing right.

I look straight ahead where smoke is dark against the yellow sky. Ahsoka is looking at the same thing, we exchange an amused glance as we watch the older Jedi bicker.

"Why do you even ask for my opinion. We never do things my way."

"We crashed the ship your way!"