Cuyan~ (OC x Clone wars)

Endlings

We've been called in with the 501st and 104th to help with the defense of Malastare. The Separatists are on the verge of taking it from us, and we need the fuel reserves that the Dugs are letting us access. The senate is getting desperate, desperate enough to risk using an electro-proton bomb on the clankers. That means business.

Nothing Plo, Obi-Wan, and I can't handle, and our legions should be more than enough. Especially with the electro-proton bomb. 

I'm standing with Plo and Obi-Wan along with the leader of the Dugs and the doctor who helped create the bomb. Palpatine stands as a hologram behind us, staring out on the great spans of battle droids. I sigh. This type of bomb feels almost like cheating, though I suppose this is like what the Separatists did with the Malevolence. I can feel my lip curling into a snarl.

"I will not allow my people to become separatist SLAVES!" the Dug leader cried out. Yeah, that really would not be great, would it. The chancellor reassures him, stating that only droids and machinery will be affected by the electric field.

"Yes," the doctor says. "The clones and your people will be quite safe. We have prepared for every probable outcome." 

"Yes, well, it's the improbable that worry me," Obi-Wan says, stroking his beard worriedly. 

I bare my teeth in a smile. "With two Jedi Council Members here? I have a feeling we can handle it." 

Palpatine agrees with me, which is nice but like no I don't like you stappit. "The padawan is right, Master Jedi. I am sure you two have it fully under control." 

We turn back to the battlefield and watch our men clash with the droids down there. i wince as death hiss past me. "Shouldn't we drop it now?"

"Patience, my young padawan." Obi-Wan stays maddenly calm.

"I have no patience where clone lives are concerned," I grumble.

"Relax, young one, it is only clones." Palpatine is a kriffing SHABUIR. 

"Just clones? Not only are you wrong, you're di'kutla. Doge Nahka Urus's people are down there dying as well. And the clones are noble people, fighting for the system they believe in." Something he, as a politician, never does.

"Quite right, my dear." The chancellor turns away as if I'm not worth his time. Well, he's not worth mine, SO THERE.

"I agree with young Ellor," Plo says calmly. "And it's time to drop the bomb."

"That's why you're my favorite, Plo," I mutter to him as Obi-Wan shouts back for the doomsday device to fire. Koon smiles down at me as we watch the pilot (Warthog or Oddball, I forget) zoom out to the drop point. The bomb falls and a huge explosion ricochets through the air, then a blue crackling light washes over everyone. I can't sense dying clones anymore, at least not as many. Some are just now dying of injury. 

"Here it comes!" Plo cries, and he holds up an arm to shield his black eyes from the bright light. I close my eyes, but as the blue washes over me, I cry out in pain and drop to the floor as agony flares up through my horns. It was only a second of toxicity, nothing damaging to us, but my horns don't know electricity and the pain lingers. Both Jedi drop to my level asking if I'm alright.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Hurt my horns, now I'll have a lingering headache. Shola problems." I feel a pang of sadness, that no one will ever really be able to understand where I'm coming from. But there's no use dwelling in that.

"I'm sorry padawan, I should have thought of that and moved you further away," Obi-Wan apologizes.

 "No, it's my fault. I need to be the one to take care of my biological inconsistencies." I roll my neck. "Let's go see the damage." They give me one last assessing/worried look, before Plo nods and we go out to see the destruction.