Star Wars: Imagines

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Prompt:
Bly and (Y/N) are old war friends, and find excitement in fighting side-by-side.

Requested by QueenChaos_5

She/Her❥

1st POV
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I've always hated Felucia. So many good men lost to the increasingly-dangerous climate, untamable wildlife, and unpredictable fauna. But war is war, and our duty is to follow it wherever it goes. My squadron and I are traveling alongside Jedi Master Aayla Secura and her battalion to assist with the affairs on Felucia,

"Any idea of the droid's positions?" I asked, stalking over to stand beside my Commander, Widow, Master Secura, and her Commander, Bly.

               Bly nodded in affirmative. He had his helmet off; his yellow armor perfectly complimenting his jagged face paint, "Lieutenant Galle is stationed not too far from here, sir. His group is currently undergoing battle with the droid army."

                 "Would you happen to have a plan, Master (L/N)?" Aayla questioned, pulling her com up, glancing at a bird's eye view of the battlefield, "I suggest an air assault, but it's your call. Your battalion rivals the 501st for reckless ground assaults."

I smirked at the Twi'lek's attempt at a joke. She wasn't wrong though. My battalion was ruthless when it came to battle; never taking survivors. Ground assault was our speciality. We had a handful of pilots, but they were talented too,

"I say my battalion assists Lieutenant Galle on the ground— that's what we're good at," I commented, watching the colorful trees pass by from below, "You can take Stepper with you. He knows the skies of Felucia better than any other."

                  "You'll take Bly then," Master Secura said, "He knows the ground of Felucia better than any Clone I know as well— a good trade I wager."

                  I nod to Bly, and he immediately salutes, causing me to smirk in amusement. Him and I have never really been serious around each other unless his General was nearby. When it was just the two of us, we always joked around; the word 'formal' being a foreign concept. The two of us have never been professional, even when the Commander and I first met,

                 "Approaching the Lieutenant's position!" the voice of Stepper echoed through the cockpit, "Brace for impact. The Seppies know our position!"

                 "You heard the pilot!" Aayla hissed while gripping onto the handle above her head; the troops and myself following her movements, "This will be a rough landing!"

Right as those words escaped the Twi'lek's lips, a canon shot made its home in the side of our ship, causing us to drop out of the sky, "We're going down!" Stepper shouted as the ship made a harsh impact with the ground; knocking me off my feet and out of the ship's side.

My vision was piercingly-white and I could hear a harsh ringing. Echoes of the battle surrounded me, yet I couldn't pull myself off the ground to defend myself. I consider myself lucky, however, I can sense most of my battalion that I brought along didn't survive the crash,

"General!" a voice called out; my shoulders getting shook around frantically, "General! (Y/N)! Are you okay? Oh force, (Y/N)! We need a medic here! Charmer! Get your ass over here!"

Shaking myself out of my trance, I immediately locked eyes with Bly. Grabbing his hand, I boosted myself up and took in the scene in front of me. Our ship was on fire; smoke rising into the bright blue sky. Helmets were scattered to and fro, and Master Secura was tending to her battalion's wounds,