[I have a one shot book but that is a Star Wars only one shot book! So Idk where to put this one so I'll just put it here! Bare with me here😂👍 read it if you want!)

Ald.Noah One shot: fanfic written by Glitzy_Diamond

*Aftermath of the crash of the Ducallion on the Princess One Mission* [Season One Finale]

Lieutenant Marito [POV]:

"Keep on with the PrincessOne mission, young Kaisuka" She said on the coms just before they went out. Her face bloody from the cut on her forehead as she slumped against the Captain's seat-her seat on the Ducallion. Her feet curled up and her back against the armrest of the chair. Her uniform was in tact but ripped at the arm, and in her nylons. Blood sitting her collared shirt. Her light brown shoulder length hair covering half of her face as she let her head fall back again and she closed her eyes.

Every bone in my body ached as I struggled to sit up. "Captain-" I tried, my husky voice hoarse. I looked down at my rugged bloody hands-the hands of a soldier- then shifted my eyes back to her. My gaze shifted as I surveyed everyone on the bridge of the ship. They were all unconscious but alive. The crash had a great impact on all of us.

"Commander. -Commander.." I echoed. Crawling across the floor only to find to my dismay, her limp in her seat next to the Captain. The bridge was darkened without the lights or the power of the Ald. Noah Drive. All was silent and still, the only sounds being the ones I made or the ship settling into the Knight's Landing Castle.

I reached my shaky arm up my visions coming to me in a rush. I stopped, closing my eyes to rid them from me. Guilt flooding my veins. I won't let her end up like him. If I couldn't save him, then I would save her.
I steadied my hand then reached across the Captain's face, brushing her long bangs out of the way. My own gentleness surprising me. She looked pleasant almost, like an angel without wings.

"Captain. Captain Magbaredge?- Darzana-please?!" I said again, glancing over her limp body, checking for anymore wounds. I reached down toward her buttoned up uniform jacket when she didn't respond, unbuttoning it. Once I got it off and threw it aside I looked at her and could see the blood soaking through her white collared shirt. I grimaced at the sight of her blood and looked down up at her face.