Mistaken Identity || Star Wars Fanfic

Battle at Cobalt Station

The battlefield at Cobalt Station was a nightmare. The ground was a mess of mud, blood, and wreckage. The air stank of burning metal and scorched flesh, and the sounds of war—blaster fire, explosions, and the screams of the wounded—filled the air. The Separatists were pressing hard, their numbers overwhelming the Republic forces. The clones, led by Master Leska, were doing their best to hold the line, but it was clear they were outnumbered. Thousands of battle droids marched forward, supported by Hellfire tanks, Spider tanks, and AATs. The droids' blasters cut through the air, mowing down anything in their path, while the tanks fired their cannons, tearing huge chunks out of the station's defenses.

The Republic forces fought back with everything they had. The three AT-ATs stomped through the battlefield, their massive legs crushing droids and debris underfoot. Their turbolasers fired, blowing apart tanks and droids, but even these powerful machines were struggling to keep up with the sheer number of enemies. The five AT-TEs added their firepower, their cannons blasting away at the droids, but it wasn't enough. The enemy just kept coming.

Anakin Skywalker and the Padawans—Elora Sund, Tae Dith, and Kass Tod—were in the thick of the fighting. Their lightsabers flashed as they cut through wave after wave of droids, but for every droid they destroyed, two more seemed to take its place. Anakin was relentless, his lightsaber a blur of blue as he deflected blaster bolts and cut down droids, but even he couldn't be everywhere at once.

Master Leska moved through the field, her green lightsaber deflecting blaster bolts. She shouted orders, her voice barely audible over the roar of battle. The clones fought fiercely, but the droids were closing in, their numbers overwhelming. Anakin's lightsaber cut through droids, each strike severing limbs and heads. But the droids kept coming. Tae Dith fought bravely at his side until a burst of blaster fire hit him square in the chest. He crumpled to the ground, dead before he hit the mud. Anakin's heart tightened, but he had no time to mourn. He pressed on, slashing through droids with brutality bordering on the dark side. Elora Sund and Kass Tod fought nearby, their lightsabers flashing through the rain. Elora took a hit to the shoulder, her flesh burning under the impact. She gritted her teeth and kept fighting, her blade spinning through the air. Kass was fighting desperately, her green blade deflecting shots, but the droids were too many. Their position was crumbling.

"Fall back!" Anakin shouted. The clones and Padawans began retreating, leaving Tae's body behind, buried in the mud. Their retreat was desperate, the droids pressing harder with every step they took.

Master Leska fought on, her lightsaber carving through droids as she guided the clones. But even her strength wasn't enough. A barrage of missiles slammed into one of the AT-ATs, tearing it apart. The massive walker toppled, crashing to the ground. The explosion tore through the battlefield, sending clones flying. Mud and debris rained down, coating Leska's robes. She barely managed to leap out of the way, her body crashing into the mud. She struggled to her feet, covered in mud. Blaster fire showered over her, forcing her to crawl into a trench. The trench was filled with water and blood, dead clones lying in the muck. Leska wiped the mud from her face, trying to steady her breath. The situation was dire, and she knew they couldn't hold out much longer.

The droids pressed their advantage, blasters firing, clones were cut down all around her, their bodies ripped apart by the relentless fire. Leska's heart pounded as she realized how close they were to being overrun. Another AT-AT exploded in the distance, the shockwave sending a spray of mud over the battlefield. Master Leska sat trembling in the trench, her hands clutching a simple necklace, the symbol of the Agricultural Corps dangling from the chain. Her once-steady breath was now shallow and ragged, the weight of the battle pressing down on her like a physical force. Around her, the ground shook with every explosion, dirt and debris raining down, coating her in the mud and blood. Each explosion reverberated through her, chipping away at her resolve, her once unshakable calm now fracturing.