Star Wars Clone Wars: A Special ops story (on hold)

Chpt 1: Mission

Location: Somewhere near the boundaries of galactic space.
Mission: Classified

On a small republic cruiser on the boundaries of the galactic map, a hand full of clone commandos entered a grey pale room with a hologram in the middle. All the clone commandos gathered around the hologram as it beamed into life. Two figures stood in the middle of the hologram, tall and proud. The two figures in the middle were commander Cody and general obi wan Kenobi. Wsssh. The doors opened as the projection faded away, a clone pilot entered the metal room.

"Sir, we have a problem, the gunship has a engine problem and we are in the middle of nowhere." Reported the pilot.

"Relax pilot," replied commando leader (Scott) , " we can use the republic frigate."

"Fine, the republic frigate will be ready shortly" said the pilot. He left the room muttering.

Two hours after a mission brief, a weapons check and a confusing asteroid field, the republic frigate pierced the clean atmosphere of one of the billions of unknown planets. The planet was a forest planet, riddled with vast mountains and forests.

"Preparing to land sir," a voice beamed through the comms of the commando helmets.

BANG, BANG, BANG, BOOM!!!!

Scott's PoV.

I push away rubble around me as I struggle to walk, tumbling every so often. Ahh shoot. The remains of the frigate's armoury stood before me. I raided the crates, only finding stun grenades, DC-15 rifles and DC-15 A rifles. Where are the commando pistols or even the hologram crate? As I question myself. After a pointless search, I back a survival pack with my loot and leave the wreck.

It's now night and I have set up camp, the objective 8 kilometres from the camp. I now knew what the objective was. A droid weapons factory and there's a rumour that there is a on going project inside that will turn the tides in the clone wars. I think of a plan to get inside the factory as my surroundings drift away. Brush, brush. I immediately pulled a DC-15 rifle from my back as I hear the bushes behind me rustle.

Pilot's PoV.

Ugh, my head, what happened? Where am I? As my vision returns, I hear cracking, fire. Fire? FIRE!!! "Fire!" Shouted Scott. We were being chased by droid gunships and vulture droids. The beeping from the controls paced quicker as our frigate shook. I turned around to Scott and said "sir, we have a problem : our shield generator is damaged." I spoke. Everything next was a blur. I remember smashing through the cock pit wind shield, strapped to my chair. Black out. My vision's now clear. I'm on a tree. Wait what? I'm on a tree? I'm on a tree!! I screamed as I clung to the tree tightly, not looking down. My chair falling didn't help my acrophobia as I curled up in a tight ball. Thunk. I was on the floor, crawling. I spent a few hours following foot prints leading to a bush. I think I was 5.7 kilometres far from the objective. For the first time, I saw something beautiful : light. I sneaked into the bushes, fidgeting. I froze as I heard plasma ammo load into a weapon...