“You have to let me go.”
Remember how just yesterday I said I would be too busy to participate in angstpril? Well, I finished some homework early and thought why not. I’ve been trying to work up the nerve to post more and write with less hesitation. I’m thinking of attempting to connect all the angstpril prompts in this piece but Who Knows because it’s certainly not me.
Anyways, given I’ve read every single Melida/Daan AU I can possibly find, I figure I’d try my hand at one myself. Enjoy...?
Warnings: child soldiers, canon typical situations
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Night fell quickly on Melida/Daan and it stayed even longer. It was useful to the Young but the sunrise was quickly approaching so the Young needed to move even faster. The cover of darkness was one of their few advantages. The Young knew this territory like the back of their hand. They knew every short cut, every pitfall, every escape route. It’s one of the only things that have kept them alive this far.
The knowledge of the territory allowed them to move quickly and tonight they were moving as fast as they could. None of them could afford a slow retreat, not with the Elders so close behind. The entire mission had been a wash as soon as the Daan patrol returned to camp early when the rain started up again. They had hoped to take possibly a few crates worth of supplies with them when they watched a full party leave to check their traps and surveil the land once the rain let up, knowing it would take the Daan at least three hours to do a full check of their territory. But, true to form, the Young’s luck didn’t hold and once the deluge started up again they had to make a hasty retreat.
Obi-wan wasn’t even sure how much they had managed to take before retreating but it certainly wasn’t any more than they could carry on their persons. It wouldn’t be enough, Obi-wan knew, but that would be a later problem. The current problem was getting his team back into the tunnel systems before the Daan caught up.
Obi-wan split his attention between carefully putting one foot in front of the other has he brought of the rear and keeping a hold of the Force to sense where there pursers were at. Luckily the rain was slowing them down but that wouldn’t last for long and even if it did, Obi-wan knew this was a mistake. The Elders would track them back to the tunnels and know exactly where the Young were operating from. Normally they’d lay false trails, make sure to cover their tracks, but that wasn’t an option right now.
But… there was another option.
“Kali!” Obi-wan called out to the Young that was just a few steps ahead of him. He put on an extra burst of speed to catch up to them before reaching into his pockets for the bacta patches he had managed to grab. Putting them into Keli’s hands, Obi-wan could see questions he didn’t have time to answer forming in their mind even as they both picked up speed again. It was hard to talk over the rain, but someone needed to know Obi-wan’s plan.
“I’m circling back to keep them off our trail. Okay?”
They shoved the bacta patches deep into their pockets before looking back at Obi-wan as if to make sure they heard him right. “What?” Keli asked.
“Watch the rear just in case, but I should be able to get their attention. Alright? I’ll be back in the morning.”
“No, don’t be stupid!” Keli half-shouted over the rain but Obi-wan shook his head.
“You have to let me go,” Obi-wan said. “Tell the others I’m sorry.”
And then, without waiting another moment, Obi-wan sprinted back the way he came. Alone.