Wreak Havoc with the theme of Anakin: trek, blanket, painting, snow, peace, jumping, time? (this sounds really interesting and I can't wait to see what you do with it)
It took a while but it is written! A good portion of this is devoted to Anakin’s backstory, which is heavily influenced by some of @fialleril‘s writings.
Thank you for the fantastic prompts! I hope you like the results.
Wreak Havoc: I’m A Slave To Your Game
Trek
Sand, sand, sand, all around,stretching from horizon to horizon.
Anakin grits his teeth againstthe pain throbbing from where his arm used to be and forces himself onwards.
Fifteen years of slavery behindhim, either death or freedom ahead. (And aren’t they the same thing?)
Blanket
It isn’t much, an engine berth ona small ship that’s nearly falling to pieces but it is his.
And more than that, he can dosomething with it.
Anakin gives the rough blanketscovering the bunk a final pat, smoothing the wrinkles near the thin pillow, andswings himself up out of the engine bay to the cockpit, where Kitster is in theco-pilot’s seat, familiarizing himself with the controls. (His brother isn’t asgood a pilot as he is, but no one is as good a pilot as Anakin so that doesn’tsay much.)
“Where to?“ Kitster asks asAnakin settles in behind the pilot’s controls.
Anakin grins at him and revels inthe freedom as Kit grins back. “Anchorhead. We’re going to go find Mom.”
Painting
They must have been betrayed,Anakin thinks numbly as he ducks behind the corner, blaster clutched in his metalhand. If he looks back he can just see the metallic glint of Threepio’s footwhere the protocol droid had fallen after being hit by a stray shot. Hora’sbody lies just beyond, out of sight but not out of mind, felled by one of thefirst shots from the Clone Troopers. (and what are Clones even doing in theOuter Rim?) Anakin knows he will dream of her long purple hair spilling overthe floor just as he dreams about everyone else they lose.
Grimly, he checks his blaster andbreaths deeply. He has to hold them off so Kit and the others can get the kidsto safety.
He has to-
Snow
The first prison they keep him inis on an ice planet.
Anakin never thought he wouldhate water in any form.
Peace
After his second escape attemptAnakin is moved. The new detention center could be anywhere, he doesn’t know.They drugged him and brought him here unconscious. The guards don’t really talkto him; they are all Clones, which means military prison most likely.
He spends most of his timesitting in the middle of the force cage, fighting down the sensation of beingtrapped and the crawling, creeping on his skin from the force field and therough detention uniform.
At least it is quiet. Thoughsometimes he wonders about the other prisoners. There aren’t many, but he canfeel them on the edges. He wonders what happened to Threepio.
Jumping
The wind generated by theirflight whips Anakin’s hair around his face as he and Sing hold their arms outfor Kenobi to deactivate the suppressor “bracelets.” He staggers as awareness rushes back into him like asandstorm. Sing beside him, dim and dulled by storms of fury; Kenobi, brighterbut restrained as if his potential is chained down and locked away; Ahsoka, brilliantand eager; the Clone Troopers, faint but steady, Slick’s presence marked by asoul-deep anger that Anakin knows inhis bones. Eval, a sick, disturbing darkness and cruel glee. Ayy, fear anddetermination. The local fauna flying over the ridge not far away. Thecivilians going about their daily lives in the city below.
“Remember.” Kenobi says, shoutingto be heard over the wind. “Remember the consequences if you try anything.”
Anakin steadies himself andglares but bites his tongue. For Kitster and the others, he can bow his headand do as he’s told. For now.
Captain Rex joins them from thecockpit. “Alright, lads. Let’s go!” a half-dozen flight-packs deploy and Anakinand the Jedi leap down after them.
Time
They are on a mission but havecome across some rare time when no one is trying to kill them and they aren’table to move from the abandoned factory they are in the basement of in order tokeep having no one trying to kill them, which means there are several highlyvolatile personalities, two Jedi, and a squad of CTs cramped in a basementtogether.
Eval has been eyeing Kenobi’spadawan in a way that makes Anakin nervous, and he and Ayy manage to shufflethe young Togruta to the opposite corner from the murderer under the pretenceof her telling them about growing up in the Jedi temple.
Sing notices what they are doingand rolls her eyes with a pointed look at Kenobi. The Jedi doesn’t notice. Singsnorts and returns to checking her back-up weaponry.
Slick is barricaded in adifferent corner, ignoring the looks from the other Clones and, as far asAnakin can tell, doing his best to catch some sleep before it is time to moveagain.
The ground trembles around themas another fire-bomb strikes somewhere in the distance.
At this rate, there won’t beanything left for them to destroy, the Separatists will take care of it allthemselves.
For @zannatinuviel, here is what is basically a glorified roll-call. Enjoy?
*~*~*~*~*
“For the sake of argument,” Obi-Wan said stiffly, “let us assume we agree to this plan. Exactly what sorts of criminals would be on this task force.”
Tarkin smiled a thin smile and began pulling up holo files. “The Chancellor authorized me to assemble a roster.”
The first file was a female Awon-Human hybrid, well-known to Obi-Wan. “Aurra Sing.” He said sharply. “The Jedi killer.”
“Yes, Knight Kenobi, Aurra Sing.” Tarkin flipped through the file, past stills and vids alike, though the first still remained, Sing glaring out at them from the holo undoubtedly taken at the detention center. “Born Nashta on Nar Shaddaa. A bounty hunter and assassin responsible for the deaths of at least half-a-dozen Jedi including Master J’Mikel and Knight Peerce here on Corusant. She herself was trained as a Jedi for a few years as a child, was she not.”
“She was.” Master Windu acknowledged. “And as such she is under our jurisdiction.”
***
“I’m sorry sirs,” the Clone guard stutters. “But the prisoner is in isolation and there are strict instructions that she is to see noone.”
“What did she do?” Obi-Wan asks before Tarkin can demand entry again.
“She, uh, she started a fight, sirs. Killed two and injured six more, sir.”
***
“Indeed.” Tarkin mused softly before moving on. “Sing is most renowned as a sniper, she seldom misses. She was captured five standard months ago on Lantilles.”
He flipped to the next file. “Moralo Eval, a Phindian criminal known for his technical engineering skills and ability to evade capture. Began his career with the murder of his mother when he was young, reportedly because he was ‘bored’.”
Obi-Wan nodded. “Of course, because placing a cunning and ruthless being in a situation he will very much wish to escape from cannot possibly go badly.”
Tarkin gave him a disdainful look that even Obi-Wan had to admit was impressive.
***
Eval watches them closely. “What do the Jedi want with me?” he says, sounding amused. “I can’t imagine you suddenly find my habits…pleasant.”
Obi-Wan says nothing and neither does Tarkin as the clone guards tranquilize the murderer and prepare him for the implant.
***
“CT-3733, the defective clone trooper.”
Obi-Wan stiffened and felt his fists clench involuntarily. “3733 killed and injured several other Clones and nearly injured my padawan.”
“Nevertheless, he is on the taskforce.” Tarkin said, beginning to radiate an unmistakable air of impatience. “If you do not mind, Knight Kenobi.”
Master Windu gave him a look and Obi-Wan subsided, still unhappy.
***
“I don’t have anything to say to you.” 3733 snarls, lunging against his restraints in Obi-Wan’s direction. “Why don’t you just go ahead and decommission me like you are supposed to!”
“You should thank us.” Tarkin says blandly. “You are being given a second chance to serve the Republic, 3733.”
“My name. Is. Slick!” the clone trooper growls even as he succumbs to the sedative.
***
“Doubtless you are familiar with CT-3733’s file.” Tarkin smirked. “Ayy Vida.” A female Twi’lek with a red marbled pattern on her yellow skin. “Formerly affiliated with Hat Lo, a small-time crime lord in the Corusant underworld. She was detained in the company of two con artists who were impersonating GAR personnel at the time. Hat Lo used her as an assassin and dancer as well as,” he sneered. “Other things.”
***
Vida doesn’t look like anything special. She moves with her shoulders hunched in, her lekku twitching self-consciously. All in all, she looks the same as the countless Twi’leks Obi-Wan has encountered on dozens of planets.
“You’ll get me out of here?” she says warily, brown eyes flashing between Tarkin and Obi-Wan. “What’s the catch?”
***
A male Sakiyan, light-skinned with facial tattoos. “Sixtat, also known as the ‘Outland Butcher’. A bounty hunter known for his particularly brutal methods. He has been known to kill entire families. Was arrested during an assassination attempt on Senator Mothma of Chandrila.”
***
Sixtat is already sedated by the time Obi-Wan and Tarkin arrive at his cell.
“Sorry, sirs.” The Clone guard apologizes. “He was violent and uncooperative.”
***
Tarkin paused rather dramatically. “And lastly, Anakin Skywalker.” The last file was of a young human male in detention oranges, glaring at the holo-cam as if he could destroy it with sheer force of will. He likely could. “Pirate and terrorist in the Outer Rim, captured a year ago on Tatooine during negotiations with the Hutts by you yourself, Knight Kenobi, by which actions you secured Jabba’s cooperation in allowing the Republic access to the trade routes of Hutt Space.” The Force gained a tint of disgust. “An advantage which was nearly lost when you refused to surrender Skywalker to the Hutt.”
“He is a powerful Force user,” Master Windu cut in. “Though completely untrained. He would have escaped immediately and resumed his activities.”
***
“Jedi Kenobi.” Skywalker says. Obi-Wan can feel his anger pulsing in the Force. “How kind of you to visit.” His rim accent is broader than Obi-Wan remembered, as is the blinding presence he is in the Force, even tainted by his dark emotions.
He also looks younger, surrounded by a force cage, looking up at Obi-Wan and Tarkin with hatred in his blue eyes.
The Clone guards do not even attempt to take the force cage down until he has been shocked into unconsciousness.
***
“This is quite the…team you have assembled.” Obi-Wan said, allowing his skepticism to show. “But you would need someone quite talented to manage them.”
