Accismus⋆౨ৎ˚⟡.• Anakin Skywalker⋆౨ৎ˚⟡.•

42.

'Kriff, this thing goes fast!'

'Ma'am, we can contact the other ships for back-up!'

'No need! Ahsoka, are you any closer to getting rid of this tailer?'

'I'm working on it!'

As Sol treaded the water at high speed, the red separatist ship followed their every move. A series of torpedoes and missiles were launched their way, but Sol had been able to perform a series of twists and turns to avoid their destruction. She thought that if she could make the separatist use all of its weapons, Ahsoka could blow it to hell and they could get back to their original mission.

'Solaris! What is your situation?! We're waiting on your confirmation to blow this thing!'

'Commander Sol is trying to shake this attacker off our tail, Commander Skywalker!' the clone beside Sol said into the intercom.

'Get that youngling to start firing, then! The longer we wait, the more time there is for more ships to dispatch, and then we would all be in high-speed chases.'

Sol wanted to roll her eyes at the lack of understanding from Anakin, but she was afraid that if she did, she would lose concentration of the path ahead and a missile would hit their ship from behind. They had already dropped into a reef where large underwater rocks grew large and it made the ship more susceptible in crashing to a watery grave.

A torpedo missed the ship's propeller before exploding against a wall of rock on the ship's right. The clone monitoring the oxygen and power levels cried their percentages every few minutes, and Sol noticed their significant drop. The chase was eating through their power and it could turn three hours into less than one.

'Through there, ma'am!' the clone in the backseat cried while pointing a finger. 'We can keep the ship in a straight line through there so the youngling can fire!'

The clone was pointing to a crevice that formed between two tall rocks. They looked as if they stretched for a few miles, allowing the chase to centralise and for Ahsoka to have a clear shot to shoot a torpedo or two; but with this came the same opportunity for the attacker behind them.

'Ahsoka!' Sol cried into the intercom while already heading for the crevice. 'We're getting into some risky territory here. As soon as you get a clear shot, you need to take it!'

'You'll have to trust me, Commander! I almost have him.'

'You better,' Sol mumbled to herself, before holding her breath and slipping the ship through the crevice.

A sensation was felt by everyone on board as they entered the tight path. As if they were being slowly squished, the clones and Jedi felt constricted as Sol zoomed through the waters as straight as she could hold the controls. The close walls darkened the ship and the headlights beamed the path to the open ocean that taunted the escape to it's occupants. As it grew closer, Sol gripped the joy sticks in the hope that Ahsoka would make her move.

'There's no way that ship could hold anymore weapons! They must be down to their last two, at least!' the clone in the passnger seat cried, and Sol hoped his assumption was right.

'Any minute now, Ahsoka!' Sol yelled, her heart pumping and brow perspiring.

'I have him! I just... need him... a little... closer...'

'Ahsoka! We're nearing the end! It's now or never!'

'Just... a little more...'

The end of the crevice was less than a hundred metres away. A cry from a clone looking at the scanners let Sol know a missile had been launched and was locked on their ship. It was seconds from impact. The walls felt as if they were closing in, and the water would seep through the ship's cracks if they were hit.