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smokahuntis · 4 years

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Shelter

Pairing: Obi-wan Kenobi x Reader (part1)

Warning: angst

Summery: When the Jedi Order falls Obi-Wan runs to an old friend on Tatoonie for shelter.

Authors note; this is part of my ‘If The World Was Ending’ Collection, each character will have two parts one smutty and one not! Not all of them connect like this one but the part 2 to this is coming soon!

Everything was changing, and he had no clue how to tell her. He didn’t know how to tell her Anakin joined the dark side, or that the Jedi had fallen, but he knew she would understand. He knew she would do whatever she could to make him feel better.

It was late, much to late on Tatoonie to bring Luke to his Grandfather and explain everything. So he went to the only other place he remembered, (y/n)’s house. He hadn’t seen her since he found Anakin with Qui-Gon all those years ago. She probably wouldn’t even remember him, but he didn’t care, I’m a time like this he needed to see her, and for more then just the shelter for the night. He remembered the moment he met her, the moment he knew he’d never forget her to.

Obi-Wan stood inside the parts shop with Qui-Gon, Padmé and Anakin, Watto has been in the back searching for something they didn’t know about. They were all to distracted with Anakin’s plans for the race to care, that was until the door opened. On the other side showed A cloaked figure, from the shape of their body in the tightened black leather outfit, he could tell it was a women. They guns on her sides and ammo belts that decorated her body told him she meant business. He didn’t even need to see her face to tell she was probably terrifying, to tell she could probably strike fear into anyone that met her eyes. But what she said, and what she sounded like shocked them all.

“Anakin I brought you lunch...” she said, he voice was delicate and sweet. The small 10 year old jumped up excited and ran over to her hugging her around her waist. She chuckled and messed up his hair as she squatted down to be on his level.

Her gloved hands reached up taking off her hooded scarf that wrapped around her neck and shoulders, letting the hood fall down exposing her for her true beauty. It was the last thing Obi-Wan expected when seeing her, the pure beauty that she held. Her hair was very long as it was braided up into a pony tail, the color of her (E/C) eyes met the small boys blue ones before continuing to speak.

“Where’s Watto?” She asked glancing over his shoulder to the Jedi’s and Padmé who couldn’t have been much younger then her. She was young indeed, but probably Obi-Wan’s age.

“He’s in the back, did he forget to pay the Hutt’s again?” Anakin asked looking at her as he took the small container of food from her hands. She nodded and stood as the slime ball in question entered the room. When her eyes met his bug like ones her entire demeanor changed, she went from the calm and caring big sister to the deadly assassin she dressed to be.

“(Y/n)” he chocked out seeing her, Obi-Wan could practically see him shaking in the air as he saw her.

“Watto...” she said calm but stern. She moved past Anakin and the Jedi as she walked towards the Toydarian. Her right hand came down barley dancing over the blaster on her hip, her raised his hands shaking his head in surrender.

“I don’t want any trouble with you, (y/n)” he said backing up from her until his back met the hard wall of the shop.

“You said you’d pay by Sun fall, Watto...” she said the blaster dancing from her waist to his chin as she held it tightly. Obi-Wan interfered even tho he could hear Qui-Gon in his head telling him to leave it be. Obi-Wan’s hand came up grabbing her hand that held the blaster causing her to look at him, their eyes met in that moment.

It was the moment he knew he’d never forget those eyes. She let the blaster fall back to her waist and she moved away from the bug.

“One more day, Watto.” She said giving Obi-Wan last glance before turning and putting her cloak back on before leaving.

He’ll admit in that moment they were far from friends, and she was extremely terrifying. But there was something about her he couldn’t get out of his mind that day, something he wished he could have wrapped up in his cloak and took home with him. Maybe it was the way she treated Anakin or the way her eyes softened when she looked at him. Maybe it’s that he could tell she was a different person behind close doors. Maybe it’s because he knew she was different behind closed doors. Because he met that version of her a few times on his stay on tatoonie, he met that version of her everytime him and Anakin made a trip there to see his mother.

He wasn’t really sure how it happened, but the night they first stayed on Tatoonie, Shmi didn’t have enough beds so he ended up staying with her. He’ll admit he was scared at first when Anakin said (y/n) would let them stay. Seeing her large house out in the middle of the sand brought back those memories as well. He had never really connected with someone as quickly as he did with her, sure she was pretty scary outside but she had a heart of gold on the inside, lucky for him she trusted the Jedi and believed in them. She believed in them so much she saw right threw his refugee act the moment Anakin left.

He clutched the small child to him as the cold winds of Tatoonie rolled around them, his cloak blowing in it as he reached the door letting his hand come up and knock on the door. The loud noise of his hand meeting the wood rings threw the empty plains around them. When his hand met the door he remembered when he was first here, it’s also made him think she may not even be here anymore.

The door swung opened showing her with towel in her hand as she dried her long hair, the night robes she wore completely made her look as if she was a different person. Yet she seemed almost over dressed for bed, she was dressed as if she was going somewhere. She looked down meeting Anakin’s eyes and smiled kindly.

“Anakin” she said before looking up to see Obi-Wan. “And friends.” She said moving away from the door letting them in. Anakin moves in letting Obi-Wan trail behind him. He was surprised to see how nice her house was on the inside but of course she did work the the Hutt’s.

“So what brings you here Ani?” She said walking into her warm toned kitchen grabbing a kettle from the shelf.

“My friend needs a place to sleep tonight, I told him you could help.” He said sitting down and watching her, Obi-Wan could practically see the crush he had on her as he watched her every move. It was cute, but so was she. He shook his head knowing he shouldn’t think things like that, specially about someone like her.

“Any friend of Anakin’s is a friend of mine.” She said turning and giving a kind smile, it’s like she was a completely different person. “But you should get home Anakin, it’s getting late and the road from here isn’t safe at dark.” She said looking out one of her windows at the dark horizon that was falling over Tatoonie. “It’s already dark...” she said opening a drawer grabbing a small blaster and handing it to Anakin. “Shoot anything that moves, but don’t do anything stupid okay?” She said and he nodded before they both gave their goodbyes, leaving her with the young Padawan.

“I’m Obi-Wan...” he said awkwardly and she smiled at him.

“(Y/n)” she replied. That was the night they became best friends. It was also the night he learned she used to be a slave. She got out of it tho and started to work for the Hutt’s for money.

“You were a slave?” He asked after she finished, she looked at him from across the living room and chuckled.

“Yea... then one day he saw me take out a few sand people who tried to raid my house. I worked up a deal with him.” She said setting her tea down.

“Which was?” He asked treading lightly not sure if it was okay to ask. “If- if I can ask that...” She just chuckled.

“I’d become a hitman for him, he’d pay me for the work and one day I can buy myself from him... leave Tatoonie...” she said looking at him.

She opened that door and looked at him with a fire in her eyes, a sparkle like a thousand stars as she saw him. She smiled at him but quickly noticed the child in his arms and raised her eyebrows, anger ran threw her over jealousy but she quickly calmed down when he spoke.

“Can I come in?” He asked looking up at her, his cloak covered most of his being and the child’s but with the dim outside light she saw enough to know who and what it was, letting him I quickly and closing the door.

“You have a kid?” She asked breaking the silence that fell over them once he settled in, she was making tea in the kitchen as he took off his cloak in the living room.

“He’s Anakin’s....” Obi-Wan said before draping the cloak over the couch, it caused her to turn and look at him quickly.

It was the first time they really got to see each other in so long, he’d grown a beard, and she’d cut her hair. The bags under his eyes spoke to her, as the scar that covered hers spoke to him. He loved towards to kitchen to get a good look at her as she made tea. Luke had already fallen asleep on the small make shift bed they made for him on one of her large chairs.

When Obi-Wan got to her he couldn’t help but trace his thumb over the red line that covered her right. His finger barley whispering over the ruined skin as he looked at it.

“What happened...” he asked not taking his eyes off her, she chuckled and finally pulled away to finish the tea as he watched her.

“I could ask you the same thing...” she said walking with him to the living room where they sat down on the couch together, close to each other both fearing that the other would leave.

Something was different about tonight, so much more different then other nights he’d spent with her. It was more comfortable, more inviting. Anytime Anakin would drag him back to Tatoonie to visit his mother he found himself here, tea in his hand and stories spilling out of his mouth. He had no control around her, even tho he knew she was a trained killer outside of these four walls he couldn’t help but want to be around her, wrapped up in her own stories, even if most of them were illegal for the Jedi... the Jedi....

“The Jedi Order has fallen...” he said causing her to look at him like he just kicked a puppy. She moved setting her tea down and he did the same, before he even knew it she pulled him closer to her and his face was hidden in her shoulder. She knew him better then he knew himself, because he found his arms wrapping around hers instantly and a sob racking threw his body. He didn’t even know he was this upset about it, he didn’t even know he cared so much. But maybe it wasn’t just the Fallen order that upset him, maybe it was Anakin, it Padmé, whatever it was he couldn’t hold it back any longer.

One of her hands rubbed over his back calmly as the other played with his hair. Soft hushes escaped her lips as she soothed him, she had so many questions and he knew it, but she also knew this wasn’t about her right now.

Soon he calmed down and looked up at her, something in the way she looked at him, or maybe it was the way he looked at her. Either way they found their lips on each other’s in seconds. It was soft and slow and lasted a little longer then expected, but when they pulled away and looked at each other.

He spoke first looking at her, running his fingers threw her hair pushing it from her face. “My darling, if we continue I can’t promise I’ll be able to stop...”

The face she gave him was soft and kind, but the words she spoke was better. It wasn’t panic or regret, it was calm and sweet like how she used to speak to Anakin.

“Let’s get you to bed, okay?” He nodded and went with her to her room and getting ready for bed. She looked at him and gave him a small smile.

“We’ll talk about this in the morning okay?”

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capricornus-rex · 3 years

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A Shadow of What You Used to Be (9)

Chapter 9: His Ward | Cal Kestis x Irele Skywalker

Summary: There is another! Years after young Anakin Skywalker departed Tatooine, his mother Shmi delivers a second child—this time, a daughter. Whilst the circumstance of the girl’s birth remains unexplained, Irele Skywalker has yet to choose the true path between those laid out for her.

Tags: Fem! OC, Irele Skywalker, Force-sensitive! OC, Anakin’s Younger Sister, Skywalker! OC, Darth Vader’s Secret Apprentice, Long-lost Sibling

A/N: Hi guys, I’m really sorry for taking so long to post! I’m going through something and it’s taking quite a toll on my emotional health. I can’t brush it off that easily of course, but I’m trying my best to not let it devour me and ruin my routines and habits entirely. I still try to write, but my breakdown episodes are taking too much of my time during the day and I hate for just deciding to sleeping it off—though, it actually helps, plus a good cry. I’m sorry for rambling like this, but I’m not in slump just yet and I hope this situation of mine isn’t gonna drag me into one. I hope you all have been liking the story, if you do, I super duper appreciate it as always! Also, I’ll get back on the tag games you guys have put me in as well! They look super fun!

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Chapters: Prelude – 1 – 2 – 3 – 4 – 5 – 6 | Previous: Part 7 | Next: Part 10 | Masterlist

10 of ?

You are weak…

Incompetent…

Incapable of taking care of a child, what more if two?

An ominous, heavy voice burdened these words to Owen. The man felt paralyzed in his own bed. His knees and elbows locked in place, his calves and arms frozen stiff, and his lungs tight and narrow. He had hoped Beru would be woken up by his squirming and help him out of whatever is happening to him right now.

But his wife was nowhere to be found.

Owen found himself surrounded in darkness, standing in the middle of nowhere and nothing. He feared if this was purgatory. After he had spun a considerable amount of times just to orient himself on where he is and what is going on, the voice took shape—a towering figure armored in black, with his wife and nephew suspended between them while they’re on their knees. Owen could feel his heart sink to the soles of his feet and his legs were failing to hold his balance.

And for that, you shall pay the price of your negligence!

The sharp, ragged ignition of a lightsaber brandished through Beru’s breast and she fell right then and there. There was almost no death cry. Beru was mute as she jolted from the final sensation through her body and slumped to the dust, without waiting for the woman’s corpse to touch the soil, the beam swung sideways to poor, little Luke.

The boy had a death cry, albeit short it was haunting and gut-wrenching, and his cry faded out as he fell to the floor next to his aunt. Owen, in that dream state, was frozen in place. He wasn’t bound to the floor or anything, he was simply incapable of moving. The only thing he can do is watch—as penance imposed by the tall, monstrous figure brandishing a red sword made of light.

“NO!”

Owen sat up screaming and awake. He’s quite lucky they have no neighbors, but the creatures in the desert might have heard him, maybe even old Ben Kenobi in the off-chance that he’s out in the dunes at night.

“Owen!” Beru gasped, woken up by her husband’s nightmarish episode. “Owen, it was a dream!”

“Oh gods!” her husband gasped, clutching his chest so tight that his shirt crumpled. When he realized that it was indeed a dream, he cupped Beru at the neck so tightly that he almost choked her. “Oh, Beru!”

“Owen, dear…” she sighed, unable to comfort her husband.

It’s been only two nights since Irele disappeared, and the toll has already taken her brother.

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Irele was brought immediately to the command ship when the transport boarded its hangar. She was thrown into a cell unconscious; hours have passed when she came to. Her body was disturbed by the sudden change in temperature, she was more conditioned for warm, temperate climates. The inorganic, air-conditioned room was an unpleasant surprise for her nerves.

She patted herself in different parts of her body to see where it hurts. Nothing. She was completely unscathed—except, of course, the few light scrapes and bruises she got during her hallucinogenic episode though they were nothing she can’t brush off and heal from.

“Where am I?” she asked to no one in particular.

She looked at the door and saw that it was a solid blast door; the small rectangular window that could only frame the eyes was sealed shut, there was no way of telling if there was someone on the other side of the door.

“Hello?” she knocked on the door, it was worth a shot, she thought.

She said it again, the knocking had gotten louder.

Irritated, the guard outside the cell banged the door with the pommel of his blaster.

“Quiet!” his voice was muffled through the helmet, but the manner of his speaking was sharp and strict. The sudden loud clang startled Irele, forcing her back to the slab that stuck out of the wall that’s meant to be her bed.

She stands up again to walk back to the door, to get some answers from the guard.

“Where am I?” she slapped the door, prompting for answer. “Hey!”

“I SAID SHUT UP!”

“Ugh, you know you’re making the noise twice as worse,” a second guard groaned, though more indifferent towards the prisoner, as well as his companion.

“The little brat won’t shut up.”

“She’ll shut up when Lord Vader comes in,”

“Can’t expect him to come any sooner, can I?”

“Maybe you can turn up in his chambers and tell him yourself,” the second guard chuckled, quite amused by his own snark.

“Yeah, whatever,” the first guard said dryly, completely feeling the opposite.

Overhearing their small talk, Irele picked up the name and tried to familiarize herself with it. Lord Vader? She pondered. But she’s never heard of it. Understandably so, even upon the establishment of the Empire, Tatooine remained uninvolved with the affairs of the now Galactic Empire—as it was in the prime days of the Republic.

Even if the name never rung a bell, she found herself shivering—both by the cold and by the imminent confrontation of this unknown entity that she already fears.

A uniformed crew marches to Darth Vader’s personal chambers. From Vader’s end, the door to his room opened and the cadet let himself in after the Sith Lord allowed him.

“My Lord, the prisoner has come to,”

“Very well. Leave her to me, I’ll deal with her myself,”

“As you wish, my Lord.”

“Go.”

The cadet bowed and his lungs loosened. He had puffed up his chest for a minute or two after leaving the chambers. Darth Vader stood up from his shell and strode regally out of his room; it was not an uncommon sight to find the lord of this ship wandering alone without an escort or two.

Vader made way to the prison block, where the teenage captive would be doing nothing except sit and wait. He isn’t expecting her to recognize him, though he almost wished his did—at least the human part of his being. The door shot open; Irele—seated at the very center of the slab—threw her back flat against the wall. She hasn’t even gotten a good view of Vader and she was already terrified. He had to bow his head before presenting the hulk of his height in his cybernetic body.

Irele’s breathing skipped a rhythm. She couldn’t take her eyes off of him, she has never seen anything quite like him. The sound of his breathing made her pupils dilate.

I see him in my nightmares… Irele thought.

Her heart dropped to her stomach when she heard him speak.

“I have been looking for you, child.”

Vader could clearly see that Irele was just utterly petrified. She may not realize it, but their gazes lock—even with the two bulbous globes where his eyes should be obstruct his own—he could clearly see his little sister: his truest next-of-kin. He saw the way her hands latched onto whatever surface it could grab on the metal wall, and goodness did they shake! He remained indifferent—he tried to be.

“W-Where am I?” the poor, shaken girl shuddered.

“That is of no importance.”

“But I’m so far away from home…!” she couldn’t bring herself to raise her voice, only to speak up a bit. “What did I do wrong?”

The dark lord answered none of those questions, but perhaps he could answer the next one.

“Who are you?”

“Your new master. You shall be my ward.”

To Irele, that declaration didn’t sound as ominous as she had hoped; yet, her heart sank when she realized that she’s now bound to this dark lord. In whatever word he paints it to be, she is his prisoner, and she will be here for a very long time. Another pill that’s hard to swallow for her is that she must remain tight-lipped about her family’s whereabouts for the rest of the time she’s here—which is probably forever.

Not realizing she didn’t actively react to this, Darth Vader had been suspended in silence for a few moments.

“You seem unsettled.”

“I don’t know this place. I don’t know you really are, either. The only thing I want right now is to go home. My friends might be looking for me.” She bit her tongue after that last one, keeping mum about her family if ever this lord will hunt them down after the slightest shortcoming.

“This is your new home now… Irele.”

Irele could not accept it. She looked around: nothing in this place is nowhere near to be called home! This is a prison that Vader is desperately convincing the girl to see it as one, to accept it as one.

“It would be wise if you do not object, child. My leniency could only go so far.”

Behind him, the door opened to let inside a black orb with silver apparatus, it hovered into the cell while its internals hummed. The floating globe’s most prominent appendage would be the syringe protruding from its left-hand side; Irele spotted a drop of liquid dangling at the edge of the needle’s tip.

Again, she pressed herself harder against the wall as soon as she caught the glint of the needle under the light of her cell. She tried to scream, but even opening her mouth felt like a laborious feat, so all she could do was taking deep yet short breaths as the droid approached her. The arm with the syringe extended to angle itself better. Vader watched from the far corner of the cell—incapable of helping his sister—and imposing a penance of sorts on himself, to torment him over the fact that even if he had all the means to do so, he is constrained from any sort of humane thing to do to at least ease off the pain from Irele.

The prick of the needle was slow, long, and agonizing. Vader could see Irele’s right arm tensing, shaking uncontrollably, and her hand violently jerking sideways. He saw the liquid leave the syringe and enter Irele’s bloodstreams, but the droid made it sure that it was equally tormenting. Irele tried to fight but the substance had temporarily paralyzed her. She threw her head back, slamming against the wall, and with a great effort she lolled her head to Vader…

A tear escaped from the corner of her red-rimmed, bloodshot eyes; her mouth trembled opened to release a grunt that should have been a cry of pain. The look in her face was a plead for mercy or of help—even by a miracle. She looked to the one and only person who could stop this, and there he watched within the blackness of the room, her cry was replied with nothing but Vader’s rhythmic breathing as he stood there and watched. Even with a helmet on, if one could see closely, he was in an irredeemable state of regret for remaining a bystander in Irele’s moment of suffering.

She must learn to live with this… Otherwise, she may not live at all. He reinforced himself, albeit quite a twisted mindset.

The interrogation droid had pulled out the injection. The pinprick drew blood and Irele only had the clothes on her back to clog the bleeding. Weakened by the shock and pain, she melted to the slab and fell unconscious.

He turns to leave the cell, the droid followed, and quickly sealed Irele in. The guards straightened their backs at the sight of their master and awaited his orders. With a raised finger, he commanded them to ready a personal bunker filled with all necessities like new clothes for Irele.

“By the time the substance wears off, see to it that she is brought to the medical bay immediately. I want her in optimum shape if she is to be subjected to training in due time.”

Training? The uniformed men thought.

No questions were actually asked, for Vader strode away back to his chambers, and left the guards to do what is asked of them.

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the101stbattalion · 4 years

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Battle of Baydor: Chapter 2

Masterlist: 1│2│3│4│5

Meanwhile, in Point 5, Eva and Ahsoka were defending their men with their lightsabers from the battle droids as their men fired behind the trenches. "How long will reinforcements get here?" Ahsoka asked as she sliced a few droids. "They'll be here around 15 minutes," Eva answered.

"15 minutes, eh?" Minnie spoke, as she shot down a Super Battle Droid. "Looks like we could make use of our time here."

"Sounds like we could do that," Rex spoke, glancing at Jesse and Hardcase. "Secure the frontlines."

"I've been waiting to do that all day long," Hardcase laughed, as he and Jesse climbed out from their trenches and blasts the droids with their blasters. "Can we join them?" Bungee begged Minnie. She let out a loud sigh. "Whatever that keeps you two quiet."

"Yeehaw!" Cowboy hollered as he and Bungee joined Jesse and Hardcase in the frontlines and waved at the droids with their hands. "Hey clankers," Jesse yelled. "Come and get us."

The B1 battle droids opened fire at the quads as Rex directed Chae, Boom and Sonic to prepare more explosives. Eva gave a nod of approval as she gestured them to threw them at the Separatist army, destroying most of them in the process.

"Time to lock and load," Hardcase cried as he blasted them with a Z-6 rotary blaster cannon, killing them all. Eva and Ahsoka glanced at each other and pushed the battle droids backwards using the Force. "Rex, get ready to jump," Ahsoka shouted as she used the Force to lift him up and threw him into a pit of droid army.

"Everyone, charge!" Eva howled as she ran out of the trenches and took down the droids with her blue lightsaber.

Flover and Tup fired at the droids and Rex got up and took down a couple of droids with his twin blasters. "You could've given me a headstart," he complained to Ahsoka. "Now where's fun in that, Rexster?" she chuckled as she destroyed on of them. Eva deflected their blasts when she noticed rows of tanks heading towards them. "We've got tanks incoming."

"Damn it!" Minnie cursed as she looked at Rex. "Get in position."

"You heard her," Rex told his men. "Get ready."

As the 501st and 101st stand-by in their position, Anakin and Lira stormed into battle and took down one of the tanks by slicing them in half. "Sorry I'm late," said Anakin, giving a smirk to Ahsoka. Eva sighed in relief. "Glad you made it on time."

"Hey Skyguy," Ahsoka grinned. "You almost missed the party."

"Really, 'cause I'm pretty sure you ladies needed help."

"We need help with the tanks right in front of us," Eva pointed out. "There's too many of them."

Anakin gave a cocky wink as he glanced at his teenage Padawan and the 10-years-old twin sisters. "Watch and learn, ladies."

Ahsoka, Lira, and Eva watched as he walked towards the tanks, avoiding blaster shots from the droids. Closing his eyes, he reached out through the Force and took control of the tanks, using it against the Separatist army. Tori let out a soft gasp as she and Rex saw all of the tanks were shot down one-by-one, sparring none of them. "What do we do now, General?" she glanced at Lira, whose jaws dropped on the floor.

"We should attack them," Lira told her as she sped towards the battlefield. Tori gave a nod of approval as she shot down the remaining battle droids. Steel grabbed one of them with her durasteel arm and pulled out its head, tossing it on the ground. Fives tried to punch a droid with his bare fist, only to yelp in pain. "Ah kriff, this thing is made out of metal."

Chu shot down the droid and poked his helmet with her finger, laughing. "You're such a di'kut, Fives."

"I wish I could do that."

Echo and Yara were firing at them when they noticed the droidekas rolling towards them. "We have rollies inbound," Echo told them. "We need detonators," Rex ordered, glancing at Boom.

"It'll be my pleasure," he tossed the ammo as it penetrated through its shield, electrocuting them. "Try not to half of your face again," Tori warned, she disarmed a droid and punched it.

"Hadouken!" Ryu let out his battle cry as he jumped onto the droideka, with Scorpion landing on top of him. "How come they get to do that?" Echo groaned. "Because you're all talk and no action," Choerry snarked.

"Very funny," he rolled his eyes. "By the way, where's the rest of the Dynamite Squad?"

"Dipper's injured," Chu said. "Shame, I was looking forward to that mystery boy," Fives sighed.

"Hey donkeyheads," Tori spoke. "Maybe less talking and more shooting, eh?"

"You heard the commander," Rex said to them. "Give everything you've got."

"Yes, captain," Yara nodded as she gunned down the last droid. Ahsoka panted in exhaustion as she wiped her sweat on her head. "is that all?"

Lira nodded, holding on her chest. "Yeah, we're done here."

"So, what now?" Anakin asked. "We'll be camping out at the cave," she answered. "It's just a few klicks away."

As the sky darkened, they headed inside a large cave and lit up a campfire. Eva took out a pot from a sack and filled it up with cooking oil as she filled it in with some frozen dumplings she brought over. "So, what's cooking?" Rex asked, taking off his helmet. "We're having vegetable dumplings for dinner," Lira answered.

"Sounds nice," Anakin smiled, as he leaned against the cave wall and rested his hands above his head. Rex and Tori watched as Kix wrapping Fives's arms with a bandage and sighed. "This is the last time I'm treating your wound."

Chu and Choerry snickered from behind as Fives gave them a death glare. "This isn't funny."

"No, but it's hilarious," Echo wheezed. "You should've seen the look of Kix's face when he saw you punching a droid."

Fives glared at Echo as he punched this shoulders. Echo shouted in pain as he pushed his brother back as Chu munched on her cookies, watching them. "Fight! Fight! Fight!" Choerry encouraged, clapping her hands.

"If you two donkeyheads fight, I'll sell you both to the black market," Tori threatened, placing both hands on her fist. Fives and Echo pouted sheepishly and held their tongue as Rex stared at Jesse, Hardcase, Bungee and Cowboy, who were messing around with each other. "Enough roughhousing, all four of you."

Tori snatched the tin of cookies from Chu's hand and put them away from her. "I think you have enough cookies for a day."

"But I only had a few," she sulked, crossing her arms and furrowed her brows. "You ate half of the tin, you donkey," the commander retorted back. Yara burst out in laughter, causing Chu to stomped on her leg. Scorpion gasped as he got closer and saw them standing up, clenching their fist when Lira interrupted them. "Dinner's ready."

"Finally," Chu cheered as she stuffed a whole dumpling inside her mouth. "Try not to choke yourself to death," Minnie advised.

Rex looked at Anakin, Ahsoka, Lira and Eva, who were chewing on their meals. "So, what's the plan?"

Lira opened her holomap and studied it. "We'll be fighting at Point 4 tomorrow morning," she explained. "There will be double the forces we've fought at Point 5 and Point 6 and the entire area is covered with barricades."

"So what do we do now?" Anakin asked, his hands placed on his chin. "I'll try to get the droids to fight on our side," Lira suggested. "Eva will be negotiating with the droid army."

"Is that even possible?" Ahsoka raised her eyebrows. The older twin chuckled. "There's no such thing as bad ideas, just bad executions."

"Sounds crazy but I kinda like it," Anakin commented, his lips curved upwards. "I'll get our men to stand by just in case if things go wrong."

"I'll do my best to make this negotiation work," Eva hesitated, glancing at Rex and Tori. "Do you guys agree to this plan or do you guys wished to speak out your mind against it?"

"I agree to this," Tori said, bobbing her head. "So do I, General," Rex acknowledged.

"Alright," Anakin spoke. "Since everyone agrees with the plan, we should get some rest for tomorrow."

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