In the thick of it 3

Being on solid ground after that whole fiasco was a godsend. Lying next to me was Aayla, currently looking over all my wound dressing, most of which were slathered in dried blood and smelled like rusting Iron, though they were for the best part healed, it still never stopped Aayla from worrying. Luckily after getting hooked up to the bacta tank on board the ship, I was able to stay conscious and get to work on healing my injuries. Though, to be honest I'm not sure if that's a good thing or not.

I think I've been scarred for life with this mission, too much shite happened in one day. There's an entire list on the amount of times I nearly died today.

First it was being shot by a fucking missiles, then it was narrowly escaping a spontaneously combusting starship. If that's not good enough, after escaping the pilots taking us away were killed, sending us onto an uncalculated hyperspace jump, that had us a midges ball hair off smacking into a star - a fucking star. Then to top it off, the icing on the cake was crash landing onto a random moon orbiting said star.

What a fucking day.

With that thought at the forefront of my mind, I pulled out my fag packet and got to cheefin. Being that skilled at sneakily smoking, Aayla never even noticed till I was a quarter of the way through it.

It was quite cute the way her nose started twitching as she caught a whiff of the smell. What wasn't cute was the wraithful expression that coated her face the second she realised what was going on.

"Really Lycan?! Smoking already! You've already injured your lungs twice today, and you think it's a good idea to be smoking!" She angrily said looking me dead in the eye.

"To be honest, I don't think it's a good idea *Inhale* I just think I deserve one after that shiter of a day. *Exhale*" Ending my string of words with a wheezing cough didn't do much to help my case, it only ended up pissing Aayla off even more.

Visibly shaking in fury, Aayla demanded "Give me. The damn. Cigarette"

I just looked the other way and kept on puffing. Big Mistake.

While I was looking at the clones who were dragged along on this shitty adventure with us, I noticed none of them were catching my eye. Strange, most of the clones love me, they treat me like one of the boys and we get a good laugh when not dismantling battle droids.

In my confusion I nearly never noticed the blue Twi'lek snaking herself around me, edging towards the source of her frustrations. Before she managed to steal my comfort smoke, I took notice of her and tried to roll out the way, which never worked as Aayla latched onto me like a leech to skin.

It devolved into a mixer gender wrestling match, and not the good kind. Normally I could just throw her over my shoulder and be done with it, but having my body ripped apart and healed twice in one day meant I was sore all over. My body being in agony meant that her taps against my skin felt like blaster bolts burning away at the affected area.

My whole body feeling like it was in a blast furnace didn't make it easy to move, never mind use any strength. So the scales were tipped in Aayla's favour.

Not caring about playing fair, I called for reinforcements , "Lucky! Flash! Cameron! Help me out here"

Not wanting to back me up, the clones ignored my pleas, though even if they were thinking about it, having Bly watching them like a hawk helped with their decision. One of the clones that I don't get along with is Bly, I don't hate him or anything and we work together fine, but out of battle he's the most boring cunt on the planet.

He's a complete by the book kind of guy, and doesn't approve of me or the others messing around and drinking ourselves unconscious. Says we should prepare for the next mission and shit like that, a proper damper to the mood. With the wet blanket keeping them in line, I was left on my lonesome against a frisky Twi'lek.

Changing my tactics I shouted as loud as possible "Help! Please! This is sexual assault! Stop looking the other way." With the saddest look my face could pull off I say "and you call yourselves soldiers of the republic."

At the first part I could feel Aayla's body temperature rise a few levels, sadly I wasn't able to see her blushing. The clones still ignored me, fucking bastards. I'll remember this.

All out of options I was left on the floor, feeling violated, defeated and down half a smoke. After Aayla grabbed it she made sure to stamp it out before taking the entire packet and sticking them in her belt pouch.

Still she forgot I always bring extra with me. Reaching into my hidden pocket I pull out… nothing. Damn she knew about that as well, she's getting good.

With the bout finished, Aayla got back to wrapping me in new bandages, I just gave up trying to do anything else and took in the view, the twin peaks dangling in front of my face were a picturesque sight worth beholding.

Soon after the whole fiasco came Anakin, Ahsoka and Rex who were checking through the rubble to see if there was anything salvageable.

Gripping the lightsaber on his belt Anakin said "Are you alright? We heard pained shouts coming from your direction"

I just started laughing as Aayla's skin darkened and she averted her eyes. Saving Aayla from a possibly embarrassing situation was Bly, "The General and the Commander were just speaking about our next steps, they just got a bit… loud while doing it"

"Is that so?" Anakin said, relaxing his grip on his weapon, "What did you come up with? There's nothing worth collecting in the wreckage so we can leave here whenever"

Recovering from her sudden embarrassment, Aayla replies "There's a path going through the tall grass there, if we follow it, it could take us to a settlement."

Happy with the straightforward plan Anakin falls in agreement, "Let's get moving then, shall we"

Calling out to Flash, Aayla ordered "Flash, carry Lycan he's still injured"

"Yes ma'am!" The trooper replied, swiftly coming to my side and wrapping my arm around his shoulder.

As that happened I made sure to put as much weight as possible on the fucker who never backed me up. Being 6'7 and built with pure muscle makes me quite the heavy Zabrak, and Flash here's going to be carrying that weight as punishment for not helping a brother out.

"Thanks for the help Flash" I said with an evil smile.