Galaxy of War || A clone wars fanfiction

Chapter 58

"I'm just saying that maybe we could have handled the situation better," Obi-Wan says as we start to discuss what went wrong on our diplomatic mission that ended with us having to leave if we didn't want to be cannon fodder.

"That's easy for you to say, you weren't the one standing on a literal bomb," I tell him, spinning around in my seat. A hand stops my seat from spinning, and I rub my eyes to make myself see clearly again.

Anakin sits back down into his seat. "Maybe Obi-Wan is right, we have had a number of failed missions these past weeks."

"And that's our fault?" I ask. "Maybe the missions have just become harder. The war is making us tired."

"That is entirely possible, but if our enemy is progressing, we need to as well, no matter how tired we are," my master says.

I turn to look out of the glass, staring out into space. "This war is just dragging on. I can't help but... nothing."

"What?" Obi-Wan asks. I let silence fill up the room for a moment. There's a constant buzz coming from the shuttle all around us. I've grown used to it, I barely hear it anymore.

"I just... I just feel like this war has stolen my entire childhood from me. I don't want to steal my entire life," I admit. Not once looking at the two men looking back at me.

"I get how you feel," Anakin says with an empty voice.

I turn to him. "But do you truly? When you came to the Temple you were, what, nine? You had ten years until the clone wars began. Time to be trained properly before becoming a padawan and sent out into battle." He looks down, the same as my master. "Obi-Wan, you were ready to become a Jedi Knight before Anakin was even found." He nods. "The two of you had time, before you were thrown out into a galaxy of war."

"I've lost fellow padawans because they were told they were ready, not even a month passes before their body gets carried over the Temple's doorstep by their Master. Them now carrying the guilt for them trying their best to protect a child. Children are being sent out before they are ready, and more Jedi are killed than ever." I can't stop ranting. But they don't stop me. "Padawans are being promoted to knights before their training is fully complete because the Order needs soldiers."

"What is it that you're not saying?" Obi-Wan asks me in a soft voice.

I look up at him and Anakin. "I can't help but wonder if Ahsoka was right to leave. Maybe that was the right choice. Now she has a chance to live her life without wondering if she's going to make it another week."

A deadly silence falls over our little group. No one saying anything. Letting my words sink in. Most Jedi lose those they know in battle. I guess we're lucky. The three of us are still alive, our only missing family member left on her own. It's a luxury not many have. We've been to too many funerals.

Suddenly our shuttle shakes like we have gotten hit. I look at the radar and see a shuttle following us. Obi-Wan and I switch places so that I'm the one flying as he and Anakin take control over our cannons. I make our shuttle dive, trying to get behind the other, but it blocks my way. Another shot hits us, sending us flying forward.

"Lora, if you could get us out of here, that would be great," Obi-Wan tells me.

"If you could hit the guy, that would be great too. Remember I only have one engine," I reply. "You think you could do better?" I get no answer. Which is an obvious no. "Didn't think so."

I hear Anakin snort, which my Master doesn't like. "Anakin, this is your fault. You've taught her to be too much like you."

"Hey, she's your padawan," Anakin retorts.