Star Wars, The Clone Wars Minisodes

Breaking Some Rules

Dogma and you weren't the best of friends.  In fact, the word friends was stretching it out for the both of you. However, you found yourself as a junior mechanic, and to your dismay, you were assigned to none other than Dogma himself.

0700. Your alarm blared in your quiet quarters. You grumbled underneath your breath, cursing to yourself. After successfully dragging your body to the showers, you dressed and got ready to face the day.

"Your late, y/n. " Dogma grumbled from underneath a LAAT nose gun. "Bad morning to you too. It's not 8, I'm not late." You replied in a fed up voice, dropping a whole tool box dangerously close to the clones head. 

"What's the matter with you!" He screamed, holding his ears. You simple shrugged and walked to the interior of the ship. It was your usual job to run internal diagnostics of the transport. You plugged in your datapad and began the diagnostic. Since it was going to take a while, you decided to have breakfast. You unwrapped your (favorite breakfast) and sat yourself comfortably on a crate. 

You were a young 13 year old orphaned girl who worked with the GAR for a while now and became good friends with quiet a number of the clones, however, not all of them welcomed you with open arms. One in particular happened to be another mechanic. He's known as Derek. 

You were just humming to yourself, minding your own business and enjoying your rather peaceful breakfast, when Derek decided to pick on you. He saw you on the crate and sneaked up quietly from behind. He activated the anti-grav of the crate. Before you could take another bite of your breakfast, you found yourself falling of a now slightly levitating crate. "Ow!" you shouted as your elbows hit the ground. Your breakfast fell in front of you, saved by its packaging. 

A hand came into your view snatching your breakfast of the floor. You carried your head, only to come face to face to a smirking clone. "Derek." you spat. "Eyy short stuff, a little smile wouldn't hurt ya." he laughed, obviously humored by your predicament. You rolled your eyes and began to stand but Derek decided to slide his foot behind yours, making you trip once again. This time, you landed on your back. 

"WOULD YOU STOP THAT!" you screamed out of frustration. "Just let me be!" you scolded. Derek was not shocked from your little retaliation, but he was not pleased that you told him to leave you alone. "Listen here kid" He called out lowly, walking towards you and cornering you against the side of the LAAT. "That, is not how you speak to your superior. Your just a measly little child looking for some worth in your life." You looked him in the eye, not wanting to back down, and he stared you down. You scowled and shoved him away from you. 

Now, the hangar wasn't exactly empty, nor was it full of people. Only about three clones and a handful of other people were in the hangar carrying out their tasks. They knew that Derek was not one to mess with and you didn't want to drag them into your problem this early in the morning. He was a trouble maker, and most people to encounter the bully tend to not fight him back, you included. You shoved Derek away from you, strong enough to make him stumble. So, your shouts weren't loud enough to draw any attention. And besides, the LAAT was hiding you from the public view, so no one could really see what was going on.

His eyes widened in shock, but you stood up tall and looked him in the eye to make your point. "Don't threaten me." Derek scowled and balled a fist. You didn't pick  this up, and so you didn't think to prepare yourself for a possible fisticuffs. 

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Dogma was still under the nose gun, muttering to himself. He placed a screw onto the nose gun and called out to you for a screwdriver. However, when you didn't reply, he called you again. " Y/n, I need the screw driver." When you didn't answer again, he suspected that you were ignoring him. Dogma was about to yell at you when he realized that you weren't there. "I swear, kids these days..." He grumbled.