Clone Trooper One Shots

I Promised~Cody

A/N: writing this at 4am was a big mistake. This broke me.

You're welcome for the pain. Have fun!

With every swing of your lightsaber, with every shot you deflected, your body screamed in pain.

Your muscles ached, your head was throbbing. You didn't know how much longer you could fight.

The sound of shots hitting the flesh of your troopers beside you turned your stomach.

You had no time to mourn them now, couldn't spare them a thought as the battle intensified by the minute.

You had created a clearing for you and the remaining troops of the 84th and the 212th to advance.

As you found new cover, you knelt down, trying to gather your bearings and clear your mind for the new wave of droids bound to emerge.

Cody rushed up from behind you, kneeling beside you, "Are you alright cyare?" He sounded out of breath.

You looked over at him and nodded. Your robes were tattered, your armor bearing burn marks. Your hair was a complete mess and you had dirt and ash on your face. You gave him a small smile to reassure him you were telling the truth no matter how bad you looked.

Spike, your clone commander, came up behind the both of you.

Clearing his throat, trying not to ruin the moment between you two, "What's the plan General?"

You glanced between him and Cody.

Ryloth had not been a fun planet to take back control of.

The Separatists were holding the people hostage and you quickly found it difficult to liberate them and destroy the droids surrounding them.

"You see that tank over there?" You pointed to the far back of the circle that was surrounding the Twi'leks.

"Yes General" Spike said

"We need to take control of it. Once we do, we can draw out the other tanks if they believe one of them has gone rogue. You, Hotshot, Boil, and Waxer will go. The rest of us will wait for our chance to free the people."

Cody cleared his throat and you looked at him, "Uhh, General? We lost contact with Waxer and Boil a while ago."

Frustrated, you slapped your hand to your leg, "Kriff"

"We think they got lost on the city," Cody said, scratching at the back of his neck.

You huffed, "Alright then, Gripper and Talz will go in their places"

"Yes, General" Spike said, rushing back to where the rest of the troopers were to inform your men they would be taking a tank.

You were hesitant to send Talz out as he was just a shiny and had been jumpy ever since you landed on Ryloth, but with Gripper, who was one of the three ARC Troopers in the 84th, he should be okay.

Leaving just you and Cody alone, Cody could sense your frustration and the steady increase of stress coursing through your veins. Reaching over, he took one of your hands, and thumbed over your knuckles, "Hey, it's going to be okay. They'll be okay"

You placed your other hand over his, "I know, I know. I just worry"

"Of course you do cyare. You're their General. But they'll be alright. You'll be alright. I promise."

You gave him a small smile at his sincerity.

"I promise to protect you and your men. With my life"