☆ story themes: lovers to enemies to eventually lovers
☆ warnings: spoilers to SWTCW, some angst some fluff
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"It wasn’t ideal. But it was Anakin."
You sat there long after Obi-wan had gone. Your fingers absentmindedly played with the hem of your shirt and the lights buzzed softly, casting a cool blue glow to the Archives.
You didn’t move.
You barely even blinked.
You inhaled sharply. A pit of anxiety began to form in your stomach.
Obi-wan was right and it wasn’t the first time someone had warned you. You hated that part of you understood Anakin’s fear. The freedom of not being a Jedi meant you could feel these feelings with no shame, while Anakin was condemned for having such normal feelings.
It wasn’t theoretical.
It was natural.
It lived in your chest, too.
If they took him from you – if they tried to – how far would you go?
You didn’t know. And part of you didn’t want to know.
Maybe if you had ignored these feelings between you and Anakin long enough it would disappear. Right? It would simmer away and you both could live the most normal lives that the Order could give. He would be a renowned Jedi Master with no faults and who lived in accordance with the Jedi code. You? You would be…
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That night you wouldn’t sleep. You say by your window, your legs curled up to your chest, looking out at Coruscant’s endless skyline.
Every time you got close to a battlefield again, someone dragged you back. Pulled the strings. Changed the game.
Your eyes were heavy, but your mind wouldn’t rest.
Turning your face against your knee, you sighed, a few strands of hair falling onto your face.
You wanted to call Anakin.
Just for a second.
Even if he was only in the next wing.
Apologise for fighting him. Arguing. Yelling and screaming. Embarrassing him.
You wanted to hear his voice again. Ask if he was okay. What he ate. If he had slept.
Your fingers reached out to the edge of your bed, feeling for your datapad but it was empty. Nothing.
Furrowing your eyebrows, you got up and tossed aside your pillows. Nothing. You peeled back your bed sheets. Also nothing.
And then it hit you.
He still had it.
Anakin had your datapad. Must’ve walked off with it in the courtyard and lost in the commotion with Avin and the rest. Probably in a hurry to leave after Kael was there that he didn’t even notice. Or maybe he did and decided not to bring it up.
Either way, you were flying blind. Not battlefield updates or comm logs or deployments. You couldn’t request access to missions unless you walked into the war room and used their own holopads for clearance.
You clenched your jaw.
Well. You weren’t sleeping anyways.
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The war room is almost guaranteed to be dead at this hour.
Silent and dimmed. Empty.
But tonight, as you stepped through the durasteel doors, you froze. Dozens of clones in partial armour and Jedi in sleep-rumpled robes were engaged in their consoles that were lit in full command mode. The entire holo wall was lit with the Ringo Vinda sector.
Cody stood near the center of the floor, his hand braced on the tactical table and his eyes locked onto a reel-time feed of the blockade.
“What’s going on?” You furrowed your eyebrows as you made your way to Cody.
His gaze flicked up at you.
“Evening,” he said.
“Cody, what did I miss?” You crossed your arms.
He didn’t answer immediately. Just shifted slightly to the left where a flickering halo of the Ringo Vinda system was illuminated.
“The first push has already happened. 501st moved into position hours ago and Tiplar and Tiplee reinforced the west flank. The droids are picking up their pace now.” Cody gave a nod to a spot just near the main dock.
You scanned the field and then turned to look at him. “You don’t have word from Skywalker?” A lump formed in your throat at the mention of your ex lover.
Cody’s jaw clenched, “he’s gone dark,” he said plainly. “He reported entry and sent one transmission but nothing since.”
Your stomach dropped a little.
“And Rex?”
“Same thing.”
You folded your arms, “was this part of the plan?”
“No,” Cody said, his eyes tracking the feed. “They weren’t supposed to push this early.”
You let your arms fall to your side. There was always something about these ops that clung to the walls. But you would usually be there, fighting with your soldiers on the frontline. It was different watching it from back home.
The longer you stared at the screen, the more that the silence turned into something else.
The kind of quiet that settles when everyone’s waiting for bad news.
Cody didn’t speak again. He just stood, watching the feed like it might blink first.
Eventually, Obi-wan emerged from a corridor, his robes half fastened and his hair damp from a rushed rinse. He paused when he saw you but then gave you the same tired smile he carried now in wartime.
“I didn’t expect you to be here,” he said gently.
You didn’t look away from the screen. “Neither did I.”
Obi-wan inhaled, his chest rising as he examined the screen with equal concentration. “They’ll hold. Tiplar and Tiplee are solid and Anakin’s 501st know how to improvise.”
You nodded, your teeth gnawing at the inside of your lips.
“I should’ve been out there,” you murmured to no one in particular.
Obi-wan glanced at you, “You’re still recovering,” he said. “And you’re still valuable here.”
You gave him a dry laugh, “Valuable. Right.”
Cody finally spoke, his voice low. “You’re not the only one grounded tonight.” You turned to look at him but he didn’t elaborate. He just shifted his weight from one foot to the other and then adjusted the zoom on his feed.
Obi-wan stepped forward, “we all feel it. The not-knowing. You’re not alone in it.”
You nodded but the ache in your chest didn’t ease.
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The war room has been quiet for now. Still no updates, no movement. Just the occasional clone walking in, checking the feed and then leaving again without a word.
You were slumped against your chair, your eyes crossed and your eyelids dragging shut. A yawn slipped by before you caught it and you rubbed at your eyes lazily, hoping it would force them open.
Obi-wan eyed you carefully, shifting his datapad to the side. “You’ll wear yourself out squinting at feeds you’re not actually reading,” he said.
You gave him a thin smile, too tired to argue. “Suppose you would prefer me snoring when the Council updates us?”
His brow quirks, half amused and half warning. “Just try not to snore loudly.”
You smirked at him as you brushed your hands through your hair, feeling your fingers massaging your scalp.
Your head tipped against your hand. Sleep threatened again.
“Commander?” Cody’s voice almost made you jump. You blinked up at him. He was holding a steaming cup. “Mess just brewed a new pot. Thought you might need it.”
You accepted it with a grateful smile. “You’re a lifesaver, Cody,” you reached out to take it from his hands and the warmth instantly seeped into your skin, the bitter smell sharp.
Obi-wan glanced over, “Careful, Cody. She might expect that kind of service every night.”
A couple of clones near the console chuckled under their breath to which you snorted and rolled your eyes.
“The mess is always open, Obi-wan.” You blew onto the caf before taking a cautious sip.
Obi-wan gave a dry smile, but didn’t rise to the bait.
Cody didn’t move right away, instead he lingered beside your chair, eyes darting between you and the feed. “You’ve been here a while. You should rest. You’re not on rotation.”
You nodded, your fingers curled around the mug, “I know,” you murmured. “But I don’t want to miss anything.”
“Besides, I haven’t really been sleeping well.” You brought the mug back up to your mouth.
Obi-wan gave you a gentle yet firm look. “You won’t be any help by collapsing.”
“Well, I have Cody to thank for,” you lifted your drink up.
Cody’s lips twitched, almost a smile. “That’s not reassuring.”
You smirked into your drink as the room settled again, quiet except for the hum of the consoles.
And then–
A sharp clipped beep split the air.
Every head in the room turned towards the holoprojector.
He looked tired. Faintly bruised along his jaw. Still in his armour. His brows furrowed and his mouth set in a thin line. Strands of hair stuck damply to his temples. Even through the static, his eyes were dark and carrying an intensity that made it impossible to look anywhere else.
The room silenced immediately as everyone listened to his message.
“This is General Skywalker,” his voice came through, rough but controlled. “Reporting incident on Ringo Vinda.”
You felt your heart drop.
“Approximately six hours ago, during the assault on Platform 7, CT-5385 —Tup– experienced a sudden neurological episode.”
Your body instantly stiffened.
“In the confusion, General Tiplar was fatally shot.”
Gasps echoed across the room. Your mouth fell open.
“We have recovered the body. The clone has been sedated and transferred to our forward med bay. No external trauma was identified. We suspect toxin exposure. Possibly a viral agent. We’re initiating a medical transfer to Kamino.”
There was silence in the room. Not like the one earlier. But it had weight. Fear.
“This incident is under investigation. Until further notice, all reports regarding CT-5385 are to remain confidential as per direct order from the Jedi Council.”
The transmission cut.
No one spoke.
For a moment it was like the air had been sucked out of the room. The weight of Anakin’s words pressed down and made the silence unbearable.
A Jedi General. Dead.
Not from Separatist fire. But from one of our own.
“That’s…” One of the clones broke off, his jaw tight. “That can’t be right.”
The murmuring rose between the clones in the back of the room. Some shared sharp looks with each other and others palmed the face in agitation.
One voice cut through: “Sir, CTs don’t just…snap. Not like that.”
Cody’s gaze hardened, “Whatever happened to Tup wasn’t by choice.” His fingers now flexed against his helmet. “He would never do that.”
“Still,” another clone muttered. “General Skywalker would never lie. He turned his rifle on a Jedi.”
Obi-wan raised his hand just enough that the voices began to quiet down. “This seems to be an isolated incident. We’ll know more once Kamino runs their tests. Until then, speculation helps no one.”
The clone nodded at him and the room settled into an uneasy quiet.
The caf began to cool between your palms. You sat frozen as you tried to process what Anakin had just announced. You’d seen clones stumble, break and dissociate in battle, but this? It was almost impossible in their genetic coding to attack a Jedi. It didn’t seem possible.
Your mouth went dry and you couldn’t shake the image of Anakin’s face, his hardened stare and the crack in his voice when he said her name.
Time dragged after that. Useless updates. Someone had set another pot of caf down on the side console but no one moved for it. The silence was interrupted by only the occasional shift of armour plates or the blast doors hissing open and shut.
Nearly an hour later and you couldn’t shake off what had just happened. Neither did the soldiers but they continued on with their duties at a slower and quieter pace. Obi-wan had left to the Council, presumably over to discuss what had just happened.
You had tried to do the same —occupy yourself— but your leg kept bouncing under the table and each second stretched thin. Anakin’s words looped in your head so much so that you began to feel nauseous.
Enough.
You pushed yourself off the console and your chair legs scraped against the floor. You rose, exhaling hard through your chest.
Cody’s eyes snapped to you immediately. You held his for a beat before speaking. “Can you open a private line on the projector?”
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The private communication room buzzed with static as you keyed in specific coordinates. The panel glowed gold blue and flickered in the dim light.
You shouldn’t necessarily be here. It wasn’t a room to be used for personal use but Cody, soft and reluctant —still loyal— had guided you to the room and helped set up the Holo transmitter.
“You didn’t hear anything from me,” he grunted, giving you a faint look of guilt. You nodded and thanked him profusely. He left the room and the doors hissed shut behind him. You made your way to the door‘s keypad and disabled it, the room now locked.
Your heart was in your throat and your mouth was dry. You had no idea where Anakin was. Kamino? Airspace? Ringo Vinda?
The connection then clicked.
The Holostatic shimmered and the blue figure of Anakin Skywalker materialised in front of you. His arms were crossed and his cloak was off, just his armour and dark gloves were on. Sweat sticked to his collar and his hair was a mess like he had run his fingers through it too many times.
He wasn’t looking at you. Not at first.
You stared for a second, lips slightly parted. You hadn’t realised how much you missed him until you saw him.
Then his head lifted and his eyes found yours.
His entire posture shifted.
“Y/n?” His voice was low, soft, surprised.
“Hey.” You stood straighter.
“What’re you—where are you calling from?” He took a step forward like it would bring him closer to you. “Are you in the Temple?”
“I had to ask Cody for some help,” you replied, your voice tight. “You still have my datapad.”
A beat passed. He blinked. “Right.”
Then, quickly: “I didn’t read anything.”
You rolled your eyes, “I didn’t ask if you did.” You crossed your arms, mirroring him. “Why didn’t you tell me about this mission?”
Anakin’s jaw tightened and he looked away.
“Anakin.”
You gave him a warning look. He then blew out a slow breath. “Because I didn’t want you involved.”
“They’re my soldiers too.”
“They’re mine first.”
Your stomach twisted, “this isn’t a competition, Anakin.” You let out a humourless laugh. “It’s not how it works, I am supposed to be deployed with you from now on.”
“It’s exactly how it works. As General, I get to decide who comes with me and who doesn’t,” He said, taking advantage of his authority over you.
“Anakin…”
“You haven’t slept. You look like hell. I wasn’t going to let you join this battle. It wasn’t planned either.”
You subconsciously patted your hair flat. ‘Look like hell?’
“Maybe I could’ve helped…” You said quietly, not having nearly enough energy to argue back with him.
“Do you know what happened to her?” He stepped closer to the projector. You could now see the pulse in his neck and the bags under his eyes.
“What?”
“Tiplar,” he added sharply. “Do you even know how she died?”
You nodded. “Shot…by one of ours.” You said quietly.
Anakin nodded in agreement. “Shot in the middle of combat by a soldier she trusted. A soldier I trained.” His voice dropped. “And no one knows why. I brought him back myself. He just kept twitching in his bed, whispering things like he was possessed.” Anakin looked down at the ground.
“That could’ve happened to you.” He then looked up.
The great General Skywalker, the Hero with No Fear, suddenly looked like a boy who was afraid of saying the wrong things.
“Anakin, I’m getting tired of this please.” You begged. “You think keeping me safe means keeping me small.”
“I think–” he stopped. And then swallowed hard. “I know that losing you would destroy me. Is that what you want to hear?”
“You don’t think that I feel the same?” You murmured. Taking a step closer to the projector. “Tell me what’s going on. Take me with you. Please.”
For a second you thought he might give in. His mouth parted and his eyes were flicking down like he was going to confess everything.
But then his spine straightened. And his walls went back up.
“You should get some rest,” he said stiffly. “There’s nothing more to know right now.”
“You’re doing it again.”
“I’m keeping you alive.”
His hand then moved to disconnect the call.
“Anakin–!”
His image lingered for a beat longer, his eyes looking at you with guilt.
“I’ll message you when I can.”
Static.
You didn’t realise your fingernails were digging into your palms until you felt the sting. You stared at the empty comm feed for a moment longer, your heart sinking in your chest.
“Stang,” you muttered, your sweaty palms pushed your hair out of your face.
But before you could fully leave the panel and turn the console off, the projector flared again.
The blue light returned and so did the figure.
Anakin.
His eyebrows were furrowed, his face full of conflict. His hand clenched and unclenched at his side. A long silence before he said anything.
“I didn’t want it to end like that.”
“What–” you blinked.
“I shouldn’t have cut the line,” he said, his voice low. “I just…panicked.”
His shoulders slumped as he looked at you with guilt. “I know…you’re not helpless,” he began. “You’re one of the best soldiers I’ve ever seen. Jedi or not. Remember Christophis? Or the Citadel?”
Your lips twitched.
“I didn’t change your assignment because I thought you were weak,” he said. “I changed it because…because I couldn’t bear the idea that something might happen to you. Losing Tiplar only confirmed my fears.” He sighed. “I know what it looks like when someone doesn’t come back. I’ve felt it.”
“Anakin…”
“And…I’m sorry.” He murmured, rubbing the back of his neck.
You stared at him. These days he would never apologise to you like that. Not unless it meant something.
“I should’ve told you why I did it sooner. I’m sorry,” he repeated like it burned in his throat. “I know I make dumb choices sometimes. Reckless ones. This wasn’t dumb. It was just…selfish.”
You inhaled, leaning onto the console, your voice quieter. “I’m sorry for the…” you cleared your throat in awkwardness. “...Courtyard. I didn’t mean to embarrass you like that.”
His features softened a little. “You didn’t embarrass me.”
You looked up at him skeptical.
He then half smiled, a chuckle leaving his chest. “Okay. Maybe a little. But because you were right.”
You would be lying if you said that hearing his laugh didn’t form butterflies in your stomach, had you not heard it in ages.
He looked down, his thumb rubbing his wrist guard like he couldn’t stay still. Like he was feeling nervous just talking to you. “You were right to call me out. I treat you like you’re one of us until it stops suiting me. And that’s not fair. You are one of us.”
He met your gaze again. “But you’re also you. You matter to me more than a lot of people and that's a truth I don’t know how to deal with. I act like a dictator and I cut you out of things or override your assignments–”
You waved your hand down, “I know, I know.” You cracked the faintest smile. And for the first time since you came back, it didn’t feel like there was a chasm between you.
There was a pause where both of you said nothing, but just stared at each other. And then his lips curved up. “I bet you flipped half your room looking for that datapad.”
You huffed, “I did.”
“I didn’t mean to steal it. Just…wanted a reason to make sure you’d find me.” He shot you a coy smile, his dark brown falling beside his eyes.
“That’s insane, Anakin.” Your brows lifted.
“It worked, didn’t it?”
You shook your head but your smile betrayed you.
There was a pause again. Not uncomfortable but heavy. Like neither of you want to hang up but the way and chaos between plants made every second feel expensive.
He then shifted slightly, his voice dropping lower. “I should go,” he reluctantly said. “Before Rex yells at me again for disappearing on him.”
“Stay in the Temple, Okay? Don’t run off into the frontlines or pick another fight with the Council. Not until I’m back.”
“I can’t promise you that,” you teased softly.
He shot you a lopsided smirk, “of course not.”
Even in the blue haze, there was a flicker of affection behind his words. He didn’t tell you he loved you, or that he missed you or that he wanted to rekindle your love again. He told you through warnings, in his protectiveness, in the stupid act of keeping your datapad so you would chase him down.
It wasn’t ideal.
But it was Anakin.
“Be careful, Ani.” You said.
“You too.”
And when the call ended, it didn’t feel like a goodbye. But rather see you soon. Just a pause. One of many.
For a few seconds, you just stood there. There was something stirring in your chest. A heat that pulsed low in your stomach, an ache that wouldn’t name itself. You pressed your hand there absently, and then finally turned away.
There was no point in sitting there pretending that you weren’t thinking about him.
So you slipped out. Past the war room. Through the corridor. Past the auto doors. You followed the muffled laughter that echoed down the hall and distant thump of music that definitely wasn’t supposed to be playing.
When you finally reached the barracks, the blast doors slid open with a hiss-ktchk and then the scent hit first.
Caf, sweat, plastoid polish and some questionable smell from food. Armour pieces were stacked against bunks. Voices overlapped. A holo-chess table glitched in the center, mid-match.
And then they noticed you.
“General on deck,” one clone muttered purely out of habit.
There was a collective shift where a few clones straightened up, some nudged the other. A crate was pushed out of the way and helmets were nudged off laps. Boots planted firmer.
You gave them a look and waved your hands down as the saluting soldiers. “Please don’t. I’m not here to inspect your locker rooms.” You said quietly, folding your arms.
“Could’ve at least warned us,” a voice came from the back to which you snorted.
You rolled your eyes and looked over at Cody who was seated at the end of a bunk nearby. His helmet was left on the floor as he read off his datapad, his expression neutral as ever.
“Cody,” you nodded at him.
“Didn’t expect to see you here,” he said plainly but with the faintest flick of amusement. “Maybe in the Archives, planning your next infiltration.”
“Archives are too quiet.” You dragged a crate over and sat on it, elbows on your knees. “Besides, figured I’d check up on you guys after the…” You trailed off, unsure if you should bring up Tup.
The room’s buzz didn’t stop but a few clones nearby looked at you with an almost unease.
Boil let out a breath. “To be fair, nobody knows what's happening with him.”
“He was in my rotation once. Always followed regs. Always.” Captain Gregor said, his head dipped. “This whole thing feels…off.
“Whatever it is,” said Longshot, “you won’t catch me walking in front of anyone holding a DC-17 this week.”
You chuckled, “great. Exactly what we want. Paranoia and bad jokes.”
“Relax, Commander,” Boil grinned. “No one’s aiming at you.”
You fought a smile and leaned back on your hands. Although they joked, the unease was real. The barracks didn’t hum the same, it was as if someone cold edged the air.
“He’s still alive,” you reminded the few clones who were talking to you. “Still on his way to Kamino. We don’t know anything yet so until we do…” your eyes swept the room, “we don’t treat him like he's a ghost.”
Cody nodded in agreement, “copy that.”
“I miss the days when the worst we would worry about was the soggy rations,” Trapper muttered.
“We still do.” Boil joked.
Few of the clones continued to banter with each other, the tension finally cracking into real laughter. You sat there and watched the ridiculousness continue. Some clones continued to play their card games, others working out, some resting.
You leaned towards Cody, lowering your voice so only he heard you. “Seriously though. You alright?”
He didn’t look up from his datapad. “Yeah,” he exhaled, “will you?”
You thought of Anakin, the way his words lingered and the heat that pulsed in your chest.
“Yeah.”
The conversation drifted and it finally felt like the long day started to drag on you like a weight around your shoulders.
“Not to be rude, Commander.” A clone passed by and gave you a long look. “But you look like hell.”
“Heard that twice today” you raised a brow.
“Did you even sleep?”
You didn’t answer, just rubbed at your eyes tirelessly and stood up on your stiff feet. You walked over to an empty bunk in the back corner without thinking and sat on the edge of it.
No one stopped you but a few curious eyes flickered over.
You sat back and pulled off your boots, shrugged off your jacket and set it to the side so you were only in a plain white tee.
“You planning on camping with us tonight?” Boil asked, bringing up a fresh caf to his mouth.
“I’m not a Jedi,” you mumbled. “I don’t need a special tower or room to sleep in.”
“You don’t?” A clone asked.
“Please,” you snorted. “Besides, just need to sit down. My legs hate me.”
A few snickers floated around the bunks.
“You’re always welcome.” Cody said simply, shifting closer to you at some point, watching as your eyes began to flutter shut.
You didn’t mean to rest your head back against the wall of the bunk or for your hands to drop into your lap. He watched as your posture grew heavier as Clones continued to chat around you and your responses became minimal. You definitely didn’t mean to blink slowly and then not open your eyes again.
It was just the warmth of the barracks, the laughter and the smell of caf that hit you all at once. Like a blanket of white noise.
It wasn’t like the cold silence of your quarters or the lonely hum of your fan.
It was different.
He didn’t say more, just stepped closer and reached for the edge of your thin blanket, tugging it gently over your shoulders like he had done this for his troopers a dozen times.
“Get some rest, Commander.” Cody then dimmed the nearest wall light.
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You woke up with a sharp inhale.
For a moment in time, you didn’t know where you were. The ceiling above wasn’t soft and arched like your quarters, instead it was made of durasteel and grey. There was no Temple hum, just silence.
You sat up fast, your blanket falling from your chest and your heart pounding.
“Kriff…”
Your own voice echoed in the near-empty room.
Bunks were deserted and crates were stacked neatly. The armour pieces that were once clattered were now either shelved or gone.
You were alone. Totally, completely, embarrassingly alone in the middle of the barracks. Your boots off, your jacket off and wrapped up in a blanket as if you were some overworked cadet.
You ran your hands down your face in shame. The lack of sleep from yesterday had finally taken a toll on you.
Your gaze dropped to the edge of your bunk. A crumpled piece of flimsiplast neatly folded and tucked beside your jacket. You reached down and picked it up, opening it with suspicion.
Commander, you snore. Loud.
Didn’t have the heart to wake you, though.
You’re lucky Cody likes you, otherwise I’d be testing out my marker skills.
— Boil
You groaned as your cheeks flushed red. “I’m going to kill him.” You stood up too quickly, nearly falling as the blood rushed to your head. You shoved your boots and put on your jacket, running your fingers through your hair in an attempt to not look like you’d slept in a bunk bed.
Still, you overslept. Badly.
You rushed out and tore through the Temple halls, wanting to find Obi-wan and check on Tup’s progress. Weaving through the corridors, you froze at the Council sealed doors. You paused. Obi-wan was already in a meeting. You don’t know why it set your heart pounding faster but it did.
Your throat tightened and you waited outside the doors, eyes scanning every golden trim. It was times like this where you wished you were allowed to use the Force again, you could just stretch out your hands and will the doors to open. But you couldn’t, despite everything you were no longer a Knight.
A full twelve minutes passed before the doors opened again. The first was Mace Windu. A stoic look on his face. And then Master Plo behind him, silent. And now Master Yoda, his ears dipped low.
And lastly, Obi-wan. His eyebrows were drawn tight together and his shoulders looked years heavier.
“Obi-wan,” you said quickly, stepping in front of him. “What’s wrong? What happened?”
He stopped, his eyes meeting your. He let out a long breath.
“Tup is dead.”
You blinked, taking a step back, you shook your head.
“What?”
“He passed away shortly after a procedure.” His voice was quieter now. “Fives had removed what appeared to be a chip. The Kaminoans weren’t pleased.”
“What? I-I don’t get it? Why weren’t they pleased.”
“They are claiming they needed to terminate him to preserve the integrity of the brain for study.” He continued, his voice taut. “They had refused our suggestion of continuing a Level 5 atomic scan. Either way, he passed…and we still don’t know what caused this.”
Your throat tightened.
“W-What’s the Council going to do?”
Obi-wan ran a hand down his beard. “The Kaminoans want to perform a full psych evaluation on Fives next, Master Ti will be there overseeing it…But we do want him to be brought back to Coruscant.”
“But why?” You asked, your voice quiet. “Why would he shoot a Jedi? Why Tiplar?”
Obi-wan didn’t answer straight away, he was unsure himself.
“I don’t know,” he finally admitted. That frightened you more than anything. Obi-wan who was always composed and knowledgeable looked just as confused as you are.
You leaned against the wall. “He would never, never do that. And the Kaminoans? We didn’t even know they had chips.” You pressed your palm to your forehead, trying to ease the pressure building up.
“They’re calling it a rare mutation,” he said. “But they were visibly agitated when Fives demanded an autopsy. It’s only because Master Ti was there that we were even informed of the chip’s existence at all.”
You sighed, biting the inside of your lips. It suddenly clicked to you. Kamino.
You were supposed to be stationed there. That was your assignment before Anakin had removed it. You were there as support. Your primary role was to observe and ensure things were running smoothly and in accordance to the agreements between the Jedi and the Kaminoans. The mission was given to you out of pity. The Council weren’t sure on what to give you.
If you had been there… Fives and Tup would arrive at the same time. You could’ve helped. You could’ve done something. Maybe things would be different.
“What is it?” Obi-wan asked, his eyes studying your face.
You shook your head, tucking hair behind your ear. “I- Nothing.”
Obi-wan didn’t reply, he just waited for you to continue talking but you didn’t want to bring it up.
“Thank you for telling me, Obi-wan.” You whispered.
Obi-wan looked like he wanted to say more, but the weight of the meeting must’ve taken a heavy toll on you.
“May the Force be with you,” he gave you a small nod.
You swallowed, “May the Force be with you, Master.” He then turned and walked down the hall, his robes flowing behind him.
A/n: CHATT WAS THIS LIKE BORING???? ok yall i think u can tell anakin and y/n r slowlyyyy gettting there hehe thats cuz were not at the start of season 6 and half the season has nothing to do with him so then its only season 7 butttt ill be adding my more additional missions and stuff and drama so ofc its less boring and i will be now making a google docs so yall can read the whole story and cross posting on ao3 !!
if u are no longer interested in the story and want to be removed message me privately or comment or send an ask and i wont post it or anything and there is no shame at all !!!!
Man, college is hard. Sometimes I still think about the times when I was still in highschool. I was always with my friends; laughing and making memories each day.
Now, they're not even here with me in the same city, they left the city for college and it hurts because I never imagined myself being alone in this journey. I always thought that we'd all be together.
It's kind off weird seeing my old post's on this account y'know. Some post's were about me not knowing what to do in life, i read that I wanted to be a lawyer but 2021 self, your 2023 self would like to say-- sadly you're not gonna be a lawyer anymore instead you took up nursing for college.
I used to post about my junior high school friends but I would also appreciate my senior high school friends who were literally the reason why I survived my senior year.
Now we're college students living in different places and attending different schools, I'll surely miss all of our bonding moments and the usual things we do all together.
It's the 7th anniversary of EXO-Ls. The strongest fandom in the kpop scene. The fandom that had suffered a lot and literally had a rollercoaster of emotions all through out the years. May we continue to be strong and continue supporting our boys, EXO.
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