"Mama, "I whined, "I need to write my awesome story on fanfiction!"

My Mama crossed her arms and firmly said, "Not until you've finished unloading the dishwasher."

"Ok," I sighed.

I was at a seeming ending point in my story and I needed to figure out how to draw it out with a big bang. The Clone Trooper With A Difference was what it was called. Not really a comedy though I managed to throw in some of my British humour. I had once attempted comedy. It got -1 favourites.

"Finished Mama, "I called out to her. As usual, she was out in the garden reading."Can I go wright now? It's better than watching TV."

"Of course darling."

Yessss! Time to write... Ummmm... No idea what to do. So I decided to go read, "Beauty in a bullets shell." For inspiration, great story by the way. I might as well just fade into a daydream. Usually, when I daydream, reality fades but this time it was different. Suddenly I felt a crack on the top of my head, and then there was darkness.

...

"What the kriff happened?" I moaned, a headache threatening to tear my head apart.

"You got hit by our star-ship." Wait... I know that voice. I had done my research every day and I knew that voice."More accurately, we crashed into you." The voice said musingly.

No. It wasn't real. It couldn't be. If it is, I am in a lot of danger.

"Oh come on," Another voice scoffed, "It wasn't her fault. Lay off 'er."

Ashamed, a small whimper escaped my lips.

"Listen, Kid, "The first voice said kindly."We won't hurt you. Will we Fives."

That was enough. That name was far too familiar. I sat up and my eyes flew open with a yelp. At the end of my bed, three clone troopers were standing. Clone troopers. Impossible.

"I-I'm in the Clone Wars!" I said shocked. Glancing down at myself, I saw that I was a Felacatian. A shapeshifter. I remembered what the profile said:

Felacatians, polymorphic felines from the Outer Rim world of Felacat. In their normal state, they have a humanoid build, not too different from humans save for their fur and tail. Under stress, or when exposed to prolonged hyperspace travel, they transform into their "animal form", a panther-like creature with quills on its back and huge fangs. The transformation is almost instantaneous, taking only seconds, and makes the Felacatians extremely dangerous by enhancing their strength and senses. Practised Felacatians can alternate between the two forms at will.

I noticed that I was skilful although never doing it before. I could even make myself look completely human!

The troopers exchanged a look. Rex spoke up," Kix said you had a concussion kid. Can you remember anything?"

My mind was still reeling from being IN STAR WARS but I calmly replied, "I remember needing to be somewhere. I actually need to head there now."

Fives smiled, "Sorry kid. You're stuck here for a week until your concussion dies down"

"A week?" I said weakly. I have to hide my Felacatianess for that long and I had to hide my-my. Kriff! Kriff! Kriff! Suddenly an unusual awareness surrounded my. I'm force-sensitive! From how I was feeling, it was more than sensitive.

Apparently my fear and unsureness was showing more obviously than I thought.

Echo piped up encouragingly, "It's not that bad here Kid. Commander Tano is coming tomorrow so she can keep you company."

"Ahsoka?" I squeaked, growing pale. The shock was getting to me.

"You've heard of Commander Tano?"

That was too much for me, the world grew dark.

( What do you think? Yes I do actually say kriff in my head instead of anything rude. Yes, I am a STAR WARS nerd. I think this is something like what I would do in this situation. I'll update 2-3 times a week, promise.)