Clone Wars One Shots

Soldier

OMG! I'm literally soooo sorry. I've been posting every 3 days for soo long and this is the 4th day since my last post!! I went on a short trip and couldn't write. But anyways, this story was a bit rushed, but I still love it.

I hope you like it!! :) 

Sometimes Ahsoka hated being a Jedi.

She hated fighting. She hated having millions of people's lives in her hands. In her tiny and skinny fingers.

She was responsible. 

She was the one in control.

Ahsoka exhaled a long breath and walked towards the makeshift medical tent. Bracing herself against all the pain and agony tearing at her shields. It had been her fault the land mine had activated.

Everything was all her fault.

No matter how much Anakin tried to soothe Ahsoka, telling her that she couldn't have saved them. She knew he was just trying to make her feel better.

She knew it was her fault.

"Commander?"

Ahsoka winced at the title. She didn't deserve to be called that. She didn't deserve anything.

"Commander?"

The Padawan lifted her eyes up, coming face to face with Kix. He looked tired, with new lines across his forehead and dark black circles under his eyes.

She made him like this.

"Yes?" Ahsoka replied, hanging her head slightly out of guilt.

"Are you okay?" The medic asked, worry consuming his tired features. "You kinda spaced out there for a second."

The Padawan opened her mouth but no words came out. She wasn't injured, at least not physically. "I'm fine. I just wanted to check in on everyone."

"Ok, follow me." Kix said, quickly scanning her body over for injuries. The medic knew to never fully trust what his two Jedis say, well when it comes to injuries.

Ahsoka hummed a yes and followed Kix down the rows of groaning men. The sounds of agony ringed against her sensitive monstrals. Just yet another reminder of the terrible pain she had caused.

Kix stopped at a cot towards the end of the tent. Ahsoka realized there were sheets surrounding the bed, secluding the injured trooper inside.

"He's not going to make it." Kix said motioning to the sheets, "and every clone deserves to die in peace."

Ahsoka felt her breath hitch in her chest. Someone- no an innocent life was dying because of her recklessness. Her stupidity.

She nodded. "I'll talk to him."

The medic smiled. His Commander might be young, but boy was she strong.

Ahsoka took a deep breath and flapped open the thin sheets. She could do this. Maybe she could force heal him, and save his life? Then maybe she'll be forgiven?

The Torgurta sighed and walked through the parted sheets. She cupped her hand over her mouth and gasped. He looked terrible. There were numerous deep gashes across his face and huge bruises on each of his sides. Internal bleeding, Ahsoka assumed.

Ahsoka mustered up her courage and walked over on the chair beside his cot. The clone's eyes were open so he must be awake, just never saw or heard her enter. The explosion probably blew out some of his hearing.

Her fault, as well.

The Padawan shoved the negative thoughts away and focused on the man laying in front of her.

"Hi," She started, not knowing what else to say. "What's your name?"

The clone's eyes drifted over to where she was sitting. They were gray, dull, and lifeless. It was like life was slowly draining out of his pupils.

"Lucky."

Ahsoka blew in a quick breath. Thanks to her, he wasn't very lucky today. "That's a nice name."

Lucky hummed in response.

"I'm sorry." Ahsoka whispered, "I'm sorry I couldn't save you."

Lucky's dull eyes stared into her pearly blues. "It's not your fault, Commander."

"But I should have warned you!" Ahsoka said, holding back tears. "I should have been a better Commander."

The clone gritted his teeth in pain and lifted his hand to touch hers. Lucky might be dying but he didn't want to die knowing his Commander was guilty for his death.

"Anyone could have made that mistake." He said, softly wrapping his fingers around her slender hand. "You helped the injured out of the debris, that's what matters."

Ahsoka sniffled. "But you're dying, Lucky."

Lucky drew in a sharp breath, gasping at the pain it caused his already weak lungs. "I knew the risk. It's not your fault."

"I'm still sorry." She said, rubbing her fingers across his hand, in hopes of soothing his dying body. "I'm so sorry."

Lucky sucked in another breath, slowly feeling his lungs and throat closing up.

Ahsoka took her hand away, instead placing it on his face. Making sure to avoid the numerous bloody cuts.

"Stay with me, Lucky." She begged. "Please.

Lucky gasped, a hand coming up to clutch his throat. "Promise me Commander." He said through heavy breaths. "Promise me, you won't feel guilty."

Ahsoka felt wet drips streaming down her cheeks. "I will Lucky." She breathed, wiping a couple stray tears from her face. "For you."

Lucky smiled tightly, and let out one last heaving breath.

The Padawan removed her hand from the deceased clone's face. Her hands were shaking and every breath she took, her throat tightened.

He died because of her.

Everything was because of her.

Ahsoka dug at her eyes, wiping away all the stray tears. She shakily rose to her feet and pulled the thin white sheet over Lucky's torso and face.

The Jedi glanced down at the body stiffly lying beneath the bleached sheet. She had made a promise to him. A promise to not feel guilty over things that she couldn't prevent. Yes, she was a Jedi, with super force abilities, but she was still a human. A soldier. Fighting in a war that she never signed up for.

Just like Lucky.

Ahsoka was the same as every other clone. The same as her master and grandmaster. She wasn't even a Commander, force not even a Jedi.

She was a scarred battle worn soldier.

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!! I promise to start writing every 3 days from now on. Anyways, bye!!! 

-Kat :)