star wars x reader (one-shots)

the floor is lava: (platonic) 501st

-saw something about the floor is lava and imagined this in my head at like 3am

-note, you are a jedi padawan of shaak ti's with your own squad (who are actually my ocs lol). They are called the Nebula Squad (the squad is actually from Wannabe, another one of my Star Wars fanfics that you can read on my account)
-basically, you are someone who acts alone (without your master) and goes on special ops missions. you team up with anakin a lot

Spring came early. Too early. Maybe it was the fact that this planet had short winters, or the fact that you just weren't used to the warm breezes and scorching heat. After being stationed on Hoth for a good two weeks, you adjusted to the climate. With that came the curse of low heat tolerance.

"I'm going to die." you grumbled.

Your mission was in the more civilised (that was how one of your boys put it) regions of the planet. For some strange reason only the Force knew, your ship broke down in the worst place: a deserted village. Why was this the worst place? Because there was no way you could repair a broken ship without spare parts.

And where were spare parts located? In the city you were supposed to land in. Great, just great.

"(Y/n), can't we contact General Skywalker for assistance?" inquired Nova. "We are supposed to RV with them anyway."

Nova was your friend and assigned clone Commander. He, like you, had a knack for getting into sticky situations. Usually he was the one with the plan B, not you. "I can ask Grav and Nimbus if they can get a signal out over there." He pointed to the mountain on your right. It was tall with a jagged top, where thick forests of luscious greenery sprouted out all over.

Yeah, good luck getting through that.

"You mean to tell me there's no signal here?" you inquired. "Just how remote is this place?" Even with that bucket over Nova's face, you knew he was frowning and holding back a long sigh. "Intel said--"

"Intel's always wrong." cut in a voice. You peered over Nova's broad shoulders and met gazes with another member of your squad, Icee. He was just as tall as Nova, sporting the Squad's signature purple stripes and it's logo--a nebula. Over his shoulder, he held tight to a sniper rifle. The thing was a beauty, as well as his baby.

"The three things you can never trust are the weather forecast, the canteen menu, and intel. Plain and simple, vode." Icee added. You shook your head, swatting a few mosquitoes away with a wave of your hand. "If that big 'ol mountain is the only place we can get a signal from, then I say we go. All of us."

Nova nodded in agreement. He shouldered his pack, adjusted a few straps on his kama and weapons, and motioned for the rest of the squad to move out. "Is there anything we should know about the wildlife here?" he inquired. "My HUD's picking up the usual birds and rascals. I'd rather not risk it though. Remember Felucia?"

A shiver ran down your spine at the mention of that jungle-hell. Everywhere you walked lay a deadly plant in need of its next meal. They snuck up on you too, striking out of nowhere like the silence of night. Your number one rule there was not to touch anything.

"There are a few carnivorous plants south of here," answered Nimbus. "Besides that, all we have to worry about are the birds." You admired the way he was able to brief everyone so quickly. The only other clone you've met with such a well of info was Tech, a member of Clone Force 99.

"What do the birds look like?" you inquired. Nimbus scrunched up his face under that bucket of his. "I don't think you wanna know." Grav squinted at the screen and pushed his brother's head with the back of his hand. It wasn't enough to hurt him, but you sensed a lingering annoyance in the air after.