𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙷𝙴𝙲𝚈 ,

❝ GENERAL  SKYWALKER …  MAY  I ? ❞  silently  Captain  had  watched  the  Jedi  talk  about  the  plan ,  the  mission ,  THE  TASK  AT  HAND .  Silently …  until  he  could  not  hold  it  back  any  longer .  They  worked  together  for  a  few  weeks  by  now .  He  did  not  KNOW  the  Jedi  all  too  well  &  from  what  he  heard ,  he  could  speak  of  luck  if  THIS  JEDI  would  let  him  speak  his  mind  freely .  ❝ I  don’t  think  that  this  plan  will  work  out ,  sir . ❞  Captain  tried  to  keep  his  voice  steady ,  CONFIDENT .  ❝ if  we  do  it  like  that ,  we might  lose  more  men  than  we  can  afford . ❞    

𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 ; 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧,  upon their jedi general. in-front of him, was a holographic map. of the very separatist facility they were moments away from infiltrating. and the general was doing another run over of the plan put in motion, one that would see the base taken over by republic forces and the droid facility, wiped from this planet’s map. a hard hit for the separatists forces, one that would see them retreating back to the shadows for some amount of time. he was mid-way through discussing the initial run towards the base, when his second-in-command ; a man whom he had only worked a few weeks with, let his voice be heard over his own.

     was    without    difficulty    to    see    why    her    jedi’s    heart    had    softened    for    the    young    man    that    stood    before    her    .    .    .    despite    the    display    of    his    lack    of    remorse    for    a    code    she    lived    by,    had    known    a    heart    acted    with    the    intent    to    save    those    under    his    care    (    though    it    was    worrisome    to    see    him    cross    lines    no    true    keeper    of    the    peace    held    the    ability    for    ).    gestures    graciously,                ❝                  you    are    welcome    to    anything    here.                ❞    softness    coats    her    tone    &    mirth    fills    her    gaze    .    .    .    he    is    quite    an    entertaining    being    to    say    the    least        ❝                  are    you    implying    i    am    not    always    ?                ❞    with    a    heavy    heart    she    had    begun    to    learn    the    truth    she    widely    cast    out    had    too    often    been    misplaced,    yet    a    disappointed    heart    held    together    despite    the    growing    cracks.    small    yet    clear,    the    smile    upon    her    features    grows,    an    inkling    of    worry    present    that    disburse    in    his    company    along    with    the    liquid    that    slid    with    ease.    ❝                 so    you    are    .    .    .        alone,    i    presume    ?           ❞

❛ 𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐞, 𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐬. ❜   his smile was transforming into that of a sly smirk. he found great comfort and solace from being in her company, from just having her sit across the table form him. with her permission, he leaned forward to grab hold of the pitcher and poured himself another drink, almost to the rim of the glass. pitcher was placed back in the centre of the table and his fingers again came to round the stem of the glass, so that he could begin to sip on it’s contents once more.  ❛ it’s just fact. ❜  he spoke, with a gentle chuckle. 

 𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐃   𝐈𝐍   𝐇𝐄𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐌   𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐏𝐒   𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐘   in   spite   of   its   wounded   wing,   and   she   cannot   help   but   chance   a   glance   at   her   companion.   not   long   ago   had   he   been   the   bird   under   her   gentle   care,   though   she   would   not   fault   him   from   not   remembering   much.   a   single   finger   glides   across   feather,   mouth   parted   in   a   whisper,   and   then   a   blue  glow   obscures   the   animal   from   view.   when   it   dissipates,   the   bird   preens,   then   takes   flight   to   join   the   others.   horses   grazing   nearby,   the   noon   sun’s   heat   softened   by   dense   foliage,   their   little   place   of   refuge   seems   akin   to   a   chapel,   a   sacred   place   of   magic   where   many   a   thing   can   happen.         ❝   so   tell   me,   ser   anakin   .   .   .   ❞         drawing   nearer,   her   hand,   now   gloved,   reaches   to   rest   against   his   knee   for   the   briefest   of   moments.         ❝   has   your   occupation   allowed   for   you   to   travel   much   ??   ❞

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𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞,  and blood ; both his and not, mixed in. dried in and staining his face, it was already beginning to crack and peel. the rescue mission had been a success ; evident by the return of both anakin and his master. once lost to the ancient pits of the planet they stood upon. having nothing but their survival to keep them going and the hope that they’d return to those above. immediately, after stepping off the dropship, leaning somewhat on his captain to keep his balance as he walked off. his tired and dark eyes came to meet that of aayla and suddenly, some strength returned to him. 

       𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐏 forcefully enough as to taste the iron tang of blood, though it keeps tears at bay the moment anakin’s gaze meets her own. he feels the great weight, the impossible ache, of such a loss, she knows, and distantly wonders what the force must feel like without obi-wan’s radiance in it. she’s never had much interest in the force, truthfully, save its most basic uses in regards to the jedi, but now? the thought of it both consoles and frightens her all at once. “he wouldn’t,” her reply is soft but unflinchingly firm, pale gaze locking on his own as delicate hand rests against his shoulder, “he would wish justice, not revenge, anakin, even if that is what we would desire.” 

        she feels it too, the allure of vengeance, its siren song roaring in her ears and clawing at her heart, but reminds herself it is a base impulse and now, even in this? it would be an insult to memory. “he was so very proud of you, anakin,” a hint of a smile appears now, a gentle amusement warming her features, “of not only the jedi you’ve become, but the man you are.” satine nods once, tongue swiping over her lower lip before she adds softly, “you will carry his legacy now, just as obi-wan did qui-gon’s.” 

𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬,  a legacy and memories, of two men that came before him. two men he had came to lost, in the most unfair ways. the loss of qui-gon and now the loss of obi-wan. it stung at his heart, tightly pulled at heart strings. his eyes burned with the tears that tried to show themselves true. his laugh that had just poured from his mouth, had all been silenced. cut off, with just a shudder of a breath heard. his chest felt tight and he was crossing his arms over, to press them against his chest with such pressure.  ❛ it just — isn’t fair . . . ❜  he whispered, lowering his head so that eyes would look at the ground beneath him.