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Chapter 6 - The First Mistake ?

Tech's eyes became the size of saucers as he shot up from his chair, holding his hands out as if to catch her. "W-what are you doing?! You should not be exerting yourself!"

Ahsoka gripped the bed rail to steady herself then gave Tech a serious look. "My friend is in trouble for something she couldn't control." She placed her other hand up on his shoulder, "Take me to her, and the three of us can work out a plan to fix this."

Tech sputtered for a moment - he had planned to retrieve SAC-1 himself - but the determination in the young Jedi Commanders eyes told him that she wasn't going to sit around and do nothing. He reluctantly obliged and helped Ahsoka remain steady as they trudged to the Havoc Marauder II.

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SAC-1 was hunched over against the wall with fragments of broken glass surrounding her. Arms were limply around her knees and her heavy head set against them, mind racing about how by the end of today she'd most likely be executed in the most painful way possible. Nala Se took a sick pleasure in seeing how much pain the female clone could take before passing out anyways, and it'd thrill to see what it would take for her to actually perish after all that endurance training.

No longer would she Special Agent Clone-1, but Failed Cloning Experiment-59.

A timid knock sounded on her door, but SAC-1 didn't stir. Ignoring it, she hoped whoever was behind it would just leave her be, knowing she couldn't endure anymore shrieked reprimands.

After ten seconds, whoever was behind the door knocked again, more persistently, causing her to hoarsely whisper, "Go away."

Well, of course they didn't hear her, and they probably wouldn't have listened to her anyways. Tech let them both in, and he and Ahsoka gasped when the light illuminated the broken glass and blood.

"Agent, are you alright?!" Ahsoka fretted as she, with Tech's help, rushed as best she could to her friends' side.

SAC-1 raised her tear-stained face with furrowed eyebrows. "What are you doing here?"

Tech admonished Ahsoka to sit on the bed instead. He grasped SAC-1's arms and forcibly raised her from the mess with such strength that she wasn't expecting. She was gently say next to Ahsoka, briefly examined for her injuries.

Tech rushed off to the medbay to retrieve supplies for her cuts, and Ahsoka as always placed a friendly hand on SAC-1's shoulder in an attempt to soothe her, sensing her emotional and mental spiral. "Tech explained to me what happened out there on Silva - I know mine and the Bad Batch's injuries aren't your fault."

To which SAC-1 shook her head in disagreement, pushing Ahsoka's hand away, not thinking she deserved the gift of physical reassurance. "I knocked you over and threw that shock grenade at Tech and Crosshair, so I did in fact cause your injuries. It's as plain and simple as that."

"You couldn't control your actions."

SAC-1 knew this was true, but couldn't fathom it. 'How could someone not be in control of their actions? That's just crazy, and so am I.'

Upon returning, Tech plopped down on the other side of SAC-1 and took her cut up hand, carefully removing the shredded glove. He ripped open a small packet that contained an antiseptic wipe and applied it to her bloody hand without warning, the sting causing a sharp wince on her part, but honestly she had been through worse pain in her short four years.

The sting subsided, but she kept her eyes trained on Tech's adept and quick moving fingers as they applied a grafting patch to her clean cuts, "Look, Commander, I don't understand what happened on the battlefield -"