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“Doubles raised an arm, shuddering, convulsive, fingers flexing like he’d forgotten how to move them. Then he thrust his open palm at Loch's throat. She spluttered and let go. He took advantage of the opening to tackle her to the ground. They rolled across the cave, grappling.
“I’m trying to help you!” she yelled, but he wasn’t listening.
Even though he moved all wrong, sinusoidal, he still out muscled her. He pinned her to the ground, arms across her chest. Gravel dug into her cheek. A strange clicking noise came from the back of his throat. She felt a worm slide up her neck as he held her there, the trail of slime cool against her skin. Panic rose in her throat, blacking out all thought, and she thrashed against the hold. His grip tightened, viselike. Whatever those things had done to Doubles, she did not want done to her.
Loch has always struggled with jedi master Korin’s lessons on letting go of her emotions. But as a mission to assassinate the geonosian queen goes horribly awry, she’s going to need to step up if she wants her squad to make it out alive.”
I’ve spent over a year writing this fic on and off, and it’s finally done! I’m really proud of it, and really happy I got back into writing after all of these years. It’s about me and sailor’s joint Star Wars OCs, finding yourself, and how love makes us stronger. I hope that you enjoy it too.
