A few weeks later...

Ahsoka's PoV:

I walked beside my master through the hallways of the temple on my way to the Jedi Council.
As we stood in the middle of the council chamber, Master Windu began to speak. " Master Skywalker, Padawan Tano, you are going to Ilum, where the Seperatists have set up a blockade to prevent us from entering the planet and from being able to find the lightsaber crystals on that planet. You're going to break the blockade. "
We bowed briefly and at the same time said, "I got it, Master Windu. " Then we turned around and left the hall.
"Are you sure you're fit enough, Snips? " he has been asking for days and slowly it really got on my nerves. I twisted my eyes, "Of course, Skyguy, I'm great. " I ran a little faster towards the hangar, while we were silent, but I felt that he was still worried about me, but that was not necessary, the gunshot wound had healed completely and the only thing that remembered was a longer bright scar on the side.

As soon as we were in the hangar, we discovered Rex, who made the Resolute ready and sent the 501. from A to B, so that we could leave as soon as possible. We participated in loading the cruiser and the last repairs to the ships that were parked in the hangar of the Resolute.

As soon as we were in hyperspace, my master contacted me and ordered me to come to the bridge for a briefing.
I was busy repairing one of the fighters, but I stopped the repairs and ran as fast as I could to the bridge.

I stood next to my master in front of the holoprojector and listened to him as he went through the plan with us.
"The Seperatists have a cruiser and two ships, we are going to attack with two squadards of fighters, one led by me and the other led by Commander Tano. Admiral Yularen will fight the cruiser from here and give us fire protection. The Seperatists will also send a squadron which will be destroyed by Commander Tano's squadron while my squadron will attack first the ships and then the cruiser. Anybody object? "
Everyone remained calm and silent, which meant no, but I was not so sure, of course my master always had risky plans, but I think there might have been a less risky plan in that case.
"Good to work, we'll be at Ilum's in an hour. "
As soon as he had said that, I turned around and went back into the hangar, when I left the bridge I felt Anakin's look in his back, no wonder he wasn't used to me being so quiet and saying nothing against his risky plans, but I just didn't feel like talking about it.
As soon as I was back in the hangar, I started repairs again. Just as I was sitting in my hunter checking the systems, my master came up to me. "Hey, Snips, you okay? You're not usually so calm. "
I looked up for a moment and smiled at him. "Yes, Master, it's okay, I'm just tired. "
"Then you should lie down. " he said sympathetically and leaned his forearms on a wing of the hunter.
"We can't, Skyguy, we'll be at Ilum in a few minutes. " My Master was just opening his mouth to answer when the beeping of his comedy interrupted him. " General Skywalter, you should stand by We're about to step out of hyperspace. "
"I got it, Admiral. " he severed the connection. " So, Snips, get your men together and get ready. " he winked at me for a moment and then walked towards his own hunter as he called his squadron together. Also I gave by my comlink by which my squadron should be collected with me. As soon as I had passed the familiar and also two or three new faces of clones were running towards me. I lost a few of my squadron on the last mission, and those guys had moved on. For the newcomers in my squadron, I explained the plan again, we would do as we did on the last mission when we had to destroy the interceptors.

After the meeting, my guys ran to their hunters and gave me their data after they had hired their wireless connoisseur.
We exited hyperspace and were under fire from the Seperatists. I heard my master's voice over the radio, he cleared the launch and we were in the air and out in space in the middle of a battle.

As usual, my phoenix squadron did well, destroying one Seperatist hunter after another. " You seem to be doing well, Snips. " Anakin's voice came over the radio. " Of course, Master, I also had a good role model, oh, and of course I had you too. "
From the other sequences that could hear our conversation came a short laugh, but the clones quickly focus back on the battle. " What ? Hey, that's not funny. " I felt he was a bit angry but he knew it was just fun.
For a second, I was distracted from our conversation, so I couldn't escape in time when I destroyed a fighter right in front of me and had to fly through the ruins of the broken fighter. That was a very bad idea, because immediately I felt something exploding at the back of my fighter, the engines.
They failed and I was attracted to the atmosphere of Ilum, I tried to get them to work again but nothing worked. I cursed. "Ahsoka? Everything okay with you? Your hunter's smokin', what's the matter with you? " I sighed annoyed and made contact with Anakin. "I have a small problem with the engines I can't get them to run anymore and the planet attracts me, it's gonna be a crash landing, just pick me up after the battle. "
"Ahsoka, Ilum is a snow planet and you are not equipped for it, you will freeze to death. Activate the spinning seat and stay in the capsule until we pick you up. "
I twisted my eyes, I was well aware of that.
Only a few hundredm before the impact I pulled the lever for the spinning seat, but it couldn't be activated. Why did this have to happen to me all the time? ! ?
"Master? There is one more problem. "
" Is there another problem? ! What do you mean?? "
"Well, the spinning seat doesn't work. . . . . . . " the connection broke, the fuse must have blown out. I took a deep breath and prepared for the impact.

Anakin's PoV:

" Is there another problem? ! What do you mean?" my head was chirping with anxiety. She crashed, and then there's another problem? What could have gone wrong now? !
" Well the spinning seat doesn't work . . . . . "
The connection's broken.
No !
"Ahsoka! Ahsoka, can you hear me? ! "
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