*random Republic ship out in the middle of space, 22 BBY*
"What do you think of your small force of clones?"
"They're very...sarcastic, and confused. The Commander said he had never been off of Kamino before." I replied to Master Fisto, watching out the window as we exited hyperspace.
"Well, we have already been given a mission. Well, I shouldn't say we." Master Fisto rested his hand on my shoulder. "You are taking the Runaway force and rescuing Padme Amidala."
"The senator from Naboo?"
"Yes. She has got herself in a sticky situation indeed."
"I have the details of the mission." Breezer huffed.
"But I have a feeling Spitfire will want to go over it again."
"I'll go over it." I stood. "We sneak onto the small separatist cargo ship she is being held in momentarily, destroy all the battle droids, then sneak back onto a LAAT before they even know we're there."
"Seems simple." Commander Spitfire remarked from behind me.
"Until you get there, and the plan goes awry." I grabbed my cloak. "It always does."
(sorry for the short chapter)
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The Runaways
FanfictionA young Twi'lek Jedi struggles to navigate a galaxy in turmoil. During the height of the Clone War, when the Jedi need her most, she and her small force of clones vanish. Where did they go? What are they doing? And what will happen when Order 66 te...
