"Master Plo sent us here to help." Gesturing to her little pack beside her who remained engrossed in a debate, she shrugged, "Now, what the hell is up with you? Why're you brooding in the corner like that?"
Gaping slightly at her tone, he composed himself — she had gotten blunter since joining the Wolfpack. Remaining a neutral expression, he always knew she could easily see through him, "I'm not brooding!"
"Yes, you are." She narrowed her gaze, "What else would you call what you're doing?"
He ignored the question, "Am not."
"Are too."
"Am not!"
"Are to—!"
"Captain!" Snapping her gaze to Blaidd, she could practically feel his scolding through his helmet. The clones' conversation had halted and resulted in the Commander's attention falling onto Eisha once more.
"What?" Scrunching her nose, she looked at her Commander incredulously, "He started it!"
Gawking at the girl, Anakin stepped up as Eisha complained about him, "I did not!"
Switching her gaze back to him, she snapped, "Did too!"
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Did n—!"
"We've landed!" Wolffe shouted over their childish bickering. Falling back into their 'professional' forms, the Commander shook his head as they fought worse than his brothers.
Eisha side-eyed the Jedi Knight and childishly poked her tongue out at Anakin when the Commander wasn't looking.
Clearing his throat for her attention, she turned to Wolffe with a sheepish smile. He clearly saw the awfully childish antic, but he decided against reprimanding her for it. He merely shook his head instead, eyeing the girl as her eyes left him and fell to the dense swamp land below them. Carefully watching as she fidgeted in place, she was itching to get going.
He hovered a hand near her own at that.
Stopping just above the lab, two clones threw out a few bombs to detonate upon their designated spot. They exploded instantly as they hit the swampland.
Seeing the smoke rise — as well as the clones that began their descent down with a grapple — Eisha tapped her lightsaber to ensure it was safely there. Rubbing her hands together, she neared the edge of the gunship ledge — ready to make her own descent with a calculated jump.
She was immediately gripped back before she could make her leap.
Falling back against an armoured chest, Eisha glanced up. Her head momentarily rested on his chest, and she made eye contact with Blaidd's visor. The confusion was clearly written across her face, "Why'd you do that? I was about to jump."
"Oh, no," He bitterly laughed, his emotions heightened after the fear of her jumping hit. "You are not jumping down there from this sight." Shaking her head as he passed her a grappling hook, she raised a brow, "You are coming down the same way as I am, Pitat."
"But, I'm a Jedi." Scrunching her nose, she scoffed, "And, your way is boring."
"No, you're not," Tiredly claiming, he held the grappling hook out to her. "And, my way is safe."
She stubbornly refused to take it, "Okay, I'm a Jedi in training. But I can still do all those fancy jumps, and be perfectly safe, you know?"
"I don't care. Now, take this," Pushing the hook in her direction, he was slowly growing more and more exasperated with the Padawan.
Crossing her arms defiantly, she stared pointedly at the clone Commander. Hearing a light snicker from a certain Jedi as he reached her side at the ship's exit, he grinned at her, "See you, Snowy." Hurtling out of the gunship, Eisha and Wolffe both watched as he expertly descended down.
"See!" She turned away from Anakin's falling figure, "I can do that, too!"
Rolling his eyes, he attached the grappling hook to her belt, "Too bad." Looking away from her, violet eyes followed him before she immediately began to fiddle with the hook — easily pulling it off within seconds.
Tipping over to the edge of the gunship, she called over to the unsuspecting man, "Hey, Blaidd." Electing the clone to turn towards the Padawan, she expertly hung off the edge of the ship, — holding on only by her feet that remained planted.
His voice grew hard, warning her, "Pitat. Don't—"
"Just like old times, hey?" Throwing a small salute to her Commander, she stepped off. Flying backwards off the edge of the gunship, she gleefully giggled all the while down.
Wolffe shook his head.
If the fall didn't kill her, then he surely would once he got down there.
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✧˖*°࿐Hey everyone!
So, I'm not really sure what I'm doing right now. The past few days have been blurring for me a little and during this entire chapter, I was fighting off a major writer's block which was fun. Which, is me basically saying, sorry about how badly this sucked. I was so looking forward to doing Blue Shadow Virus but now I'm just like :( so that's great.
But, yeah, that's me I guess, you guys doing any better? Personally, I think the lockdown's just getting to me a little, right now.
But, thank you, guys, so much for the 4.5K reads! And, 360 votes! On days like this, you guys really help cheer me up with all your votes and comments, they really help me get past it and continue writing cause I love writing Eisha. :)
Oh, and a small idea I had, but if I were to, a bit later on maybe in this story, start another clone wars fanfic, would you guys be interested? Just a small idea I'm working on in my head atm, and maybe if you guys were interested I could write it when Force Bound is a little further on, because this story is like my baby, first and foremost.
