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Wolfpack - History has its eyes on you

Summary: You were Plo Koon's Padawan, at least before he died while freeing the planet of Pantora from a Separatist occupation. You are left alone in charge of the 104th battalion, working  together with Wolffe to victory. Inspired by 'History has its eyes on you' and 'Guns and Ships' from Hamilton.

BANG!

The ground shook from the explosions. There were too many droids. I hated to admit it, but we were outnumbered and outgunned.

"Master Plo! There are too many we have to retreat!" I yelled out to my master.

Another explosion sounded to my right. It was a blur, a brown smudge moved past the corner of my eye. Master Plo had been blown up. He was lying on the ground, blood pouring out. His leg twisted at a weird angle and snapped at the knee.

I rushed over to him, falling to my knees beside him. Panic rushed through me faster than ever before.

"Y/N" His voice was weak and raspy, but calm.

I felt tears prick in my eyes, my throat began to dry out. "No... please! Master Plo! I'm sorry, this is all my fault..."

"Y/N. This is your fault. You have no control over who lives, who dies, who tells your story."

He placed his hand on my heart.

"Get my... our men out of here. I know that you can win, I know that greatness lies in you. Promise that you won't let my death hold you or them back."

My vision went blurry from the tears. "No, we're gonna get them out! Together!" I couldn't breathe.

He opened his palm, handing his lightsaber over to me.

"You are destined for something great. Y/n history has its eyes on you."

His body fell limp. Dead.

"No! Master!"

And just like that, my entire childhood died in front of me. My world shattered, my heart beaten into raw meat.

History has its eyes on you.

I turned on the intercom. "Wolfpack! Draw back! We're outnumbered! Retreat."

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We sat in a small group, deep in Pantora's forest. We suffered great casualties. Needless to say, everyone was dragged even more by the news of their general's death. Wolffe suddenly stood up, breaking the silence.

"How can a rag-tag volunteer army in need of a shower, somehow defeat a global superpower? How do we emerge victoriously from the quagmire? Leave the battlefield, waving the republican flag higher?"

Vex stood up. "Commander, me and Spade noticed a structure in the east court of the city, it resembled one of the old Pantoran weapon strongholds. If we can push through to get there, we'll have a chance at taking back the capital."

A plan was already forming in my head. "Knowing the droid battle tactics, they most likely drew nearby clones into the battle, leaving some places in the city less protected."

I picked up a stick and started drawing in the mud. "The main battle was in the north of the city, meaning they drew forces from the east and west, leaving those sides of the city less protected. If we use that to our advantage to make it to the weapons stronghold, we might be able to drive the droids out of the city."

"Well... That sounds like a plan." Wolffe analyzed my drawing. "Vex, can you point out where the stronghold was?" Vex looked closer at the drawing dragging his finger through the dirt. "Considering this was where the main battle was, and if the east gate is here, then... the stronghold was here." He drew a star in the dirt.

"That's that then. We'll come in from the easter gate since it's the closest, Vex and Spade will lead us to the stronghold. I'll be in the front, Wolffe will cover from behind."

"Let's show those clankers what we're made of!" Spade stood up grabbing his helmet. The other clones cheered and grabbed their weapons.

I stood up grabbing my sabers. "C'mon Wolfpack, let's move out."

We walked through the forest making our way back to the city, this time entering from the east wing. Keeping my guard high and making my way through the forest.

As we entered the city through the east gate I pulled out my lightsaber. "Stay on guard everyone. I'll look out from the top." I climbed onto the roof of a nearby building. I turned on my intercom. "Wolffe I see a group of droids coming at 2 o'clock: 30 average droids, 10 super battle droids."

"Roger that"

I jumped down, rolling over my shoulder. My lightsabers ignited by my side. Clankers. I swung my arm over slicing two of the droids in half. Blue blaster shots coming from behind me. Lifting my arm I pushed a droid into the wall, his circuit frying from the impact.

I retreated to the Wolfpack, wielding my lightsabers to send back the red blaster bolts, providing cover for them. Clone voices sounded behind me. "More droids coming in from behind!"

I returned my last shot into the droid, the entire group from the front had been knocked down. "Vex! Go ahead and lead the pack to the stronghold! I'll cover you from behind!"

"You got it, Commander!"

Jumping between the droids and the pack. Using the force I pushed back the droids. Staying in the back I covered Wolffe as he shot at the droids, shooting them down one by one.

We finally made it to the stronghold. "DD3, can you get the door open?" My droid used the port to connect to the door, opening it.

A marvellous sight in front of us. Pantoran starfighters, crates of ammunition and guns. I walked between the ships, hope and confidence filled my body. "Guns and ships, and so the balance shifts, we can end this war on Pantora, cut them off right here... "

Wolffe jumped up into the cockpit of one of the ships. "For this to succeed, there is something else we'll need."

"I know."

"We need to act fast and act with a good strategy."

"These tin cans are about to wish they were scrap metal, Commander!" The clones shouted.

I understood now. With my master dead, it was now my turn to lead, take his place and follow his teaching, lead our men into victory.

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Idk how to feel about this one. I lowkey hate it.