Star Wars clone wars One shots/ Random

Memories

Ever remember what they look like? Before they died. He remembered, the image etched into his mind forever. Their brown eyes stretched wide in fear or horror. Once so full of life, now dull as knife used to kill them. Slowly painfully, they bled out and he watched. The feeble speck of life so desperately craved to be seen by their comrades blocked by a veil of pain, suffering and fear. Their eyes now empty voids holding nothing but broken promises. Innocence.. It doesn't matter in war. Life and death where merciless, swallowing up everything that got in its way. The two chaoses balanced each other for better or worse. Then you look deep into their eyes this lesson reflected in the haunting mirrors. Pale skin glisten in the lighting. Dirt, blood and grime coated their skin. Their face contorted into those of despair. Their armor only hours ago shiny, enveloped in a crimson thick liquid. The metallic aroma was heavy in the air death lingering onto it. Grief welled and threatened to spill out but he held himself together. He was the commander of The Wolf pack! Anyways their programming revolted against showing strong senses of emotion. Their bodies limp, stiff and cold laid carelessly thrown on the floor. Shinies or not the pack needed and protected every member of got. He trained them hard to shape their skills. But they had been ambushed. Some of their bodies twisted in ways inhuman. Before death time slowed. He could hear everything... The wheezing, accompanied by a soft cough. The dying trooper suppressed a shutter, as they felt a cold fear grip them. The indescribable sound of blood choking them as they struggled to breath. The quiet little sound armor made while expanding to the clones shallow breaths. He could feel a silent prayer asking him, their commander to help. Help them. The scent of charred human skin wafted up into his nostrils, outlining them making it unpleasant to breath. He wanted to! He couldn't move though he found. Something had pinned him. Instead he simply sent a reassuring look towards the troopers. His troopers to be exact. He reached out a gloved hand towards them as if the gesture would send comfort to them. He knew there was nothing else that could be done. The sound of pain filled grunts separated themselves from the combat sounds. As less breaths where taken a absolute silence fell over Commander Wolffe. Death he could accept. Especially if it was his own.. He would've taken the blows for them. The shinnies where fresh from Kamino. They didn't deserve.. No one did..
He was snapped from his thoughts by someone yelling "COMMANDER!" Really loud. He stalked his attention to the troops who where looking at him expectantly. "Did you hear anything of what we just said". Instead of responding he gave a slight scowl. "Go run 10 laps now!" He instructed. The trooper having that old fear return of his commander sprinted off. Wolffe grinned to himself cruel yes. But war was cruel. This helped them prepare. He sighed and looked at the others. "Go train. Close combat in the gym now!" He said and they rushed off. This left him alone in the always invading silence. Questions of what he could've done differently flashed in his mind. Even the alpha of the pack needs his members. But sometimes those members don't answer...

A/N okay! So this is commander Wolffe's pov! I'm sorry if I didn't capture his personality well. I don't really know him. And this is for transfomer0 . Here's your Wolffe! Hope you enjoy!