The Lucky Batch ☘️
Me, writing Lucky Batch fics after all this time? More likely than you think.
This one is on @namesmox oc, Skip! I just wanted an excuse to have Kenhla call him Skipper :)
Skipper
The ship crashed in the middle of the battle, fire and blasters exploding around him as it dived straight into the ground. The world had gone black for a moment, the air sucked out of his lungs, and Skip barely had enough time to recover consciousness and wriggle his way out of the wreck before he could finally understand what the shouting was all about.
“Round them up from the left!” The General shouted, sprinting in his direction after three battle droids disappeared hurriedly behind the foliage, a strange device in their grasp. “We’ll go after the bomb!"
The what—?
“Skip, with me!”
It was automatic: he shoved down every flaring pain that he might’ve felt and got up on his feet in a flash, catching up to Kenhla as she ventured into the jungle. They pushed through giant leaves and trunks, leaping over obstacles and dead set on capturing the enemy's weapon.
It was quick, very effective: he shot two of the droids down with a few blasts, and the Jedi cut down the other with a swift stroke, mindful of the explosive charge in their hands. She caught it just as it dropped to the floor, a relieved sigh escaping her lips as she secured it in her hands. Mission accomplished.
She turned to give him a nod of approval and a grin but stopped abruptly when she noticed Skip’s limp and the blood dripping down his forehead, the victory washed away by concern. His jaw was clenched tight and his breathing was erratic from the adrenaline and strain pumping through his body; the grip on his blaster was stronger than it needed to be, a contrast to the way his feet wobbled in the soft soil.
“Skip, you okay?” she asked, quickly getting closer to him to check him over.
The clone didn’t respond, his attention caught on a bright blue bug making its way up a tree on their left.
The togruta frowned, snapping her fingers to try and get him to respond. “Hey, hey, Skipper, look at me.”
Skip dragged his eyes from the creature to the Jedi in a puzzled daze.
“How many fingers am I holding up?” Kenhla lifted a single digit.
He squinted and leaned forward, his body tilting a bit to the side. “Three…?”
“Yeah, ok,” she sighed, dropping her hand. “You’re definitely concussed.”
Skip blinked slowly and opened his mouth, closed it, and then repeated the process again before finally organizing the words scrambled in his head. "I am perfectly fine."
"Of course you are." Her look was skeptical, obviously not believing him. "And you're probably also going to tell me that you jumped from the ship without any issue as it landed safely while I was at the front."
“It was only a mild crash,” Skip clarified, his finger wiggling in her direction before clumsily sliding ahead. “And I’m fine, General, we can't just—”
“Jackal was piloting, and you most definitely got shot down.” Kenhla raised an eyebrow and pointed at a rock. She knew there was no way he would have left the gunner's nest willingly in the middle of a battle. “Sit down, we’re waiting here for Pepper.”
“But sir, I'm—“
“You are going to sit your shebs down on that rock and wait for the evac,” she interrupted, handing him a device and giving it a little tap. It was calling the medic before he could stop it, and the togruta gave him a pointed look as she started walking ahead. “That's an order, trooper. I’ll give Raffle our coordinates."
He looked at her as if to argue again that he was fine, but he knew her words were final and flopped down to where she’d instructed him to sit, resigned.
“Fine,” he conceded, tiredness weighing down on every muscle. Through a clouded gaze he extended his hand towards her, wriggling his fingers. “But at least let me check out that bomb.”
“Not a chance, Skip.”
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