Greek Tragedy [ Anakin Skywalker ]

Chapter 11: Clashes with Machines

The Jedi embark on a new mission to find a secret listening outpost. Meanwhile, Artoo has fallen into the hands of a vile droid smuggler and is on his way to General Grievous, who will surely plunder the Republic secrets hidden within him.

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ADDYS POV

The orange haze of the atmosphere enveloped our ship as we descended towards the planet. The city below us was a smudge against the planet's surface, its details obscured by the swirling dust and pollution. In this forsaken place, we hoped to find Artoo and dismantle the Separatist listening post that had been a thorn on the side of the Republic.

Anakin stood beside me, his gaze fixed on the horizon. I could feel his hope and the faithful prayer that his loyal droid was waiting for us. It was a strange feeling, to sense the emotions of such a powerful Jedi.

The hangar doors opened with a hiss, revealing the sky that separated us from our objective. The five clone troopers, their armor gleaming in the artificial light, ready to skydive off the ramp.

"Watch and learn, boys!" I shouted with a smirk, sprinting off the ledge. The wind rushed past me, and I could almost hear the collective gasp of the troopers as they followed suit, leaping into the abyss.

Anakin fell into formation beside me, his voice carrying over the roar of the air. "Whoever gets down there first has to buy the other a drink!" he challenged.

I flipped him off without missing a beat. "Prepare your credits, Skywalker. You're buying," I retorted. But then, he had the audacity to chuck me upwards, using the force, before diving towards the enemy outpost.

"Oh, you're dead, Skywalker!" I yelled though the wind snatched the words away.

As I regained control, I zipped past a window, where a pair of droids chattered away, oblivious to the human comet streaking by. Thanks to Anakin's little stunt, I was flailing, and with a resounding *thwack*, I plastered myself against the glass. My body spread out like a starfish, face squished so hard I could taste the dirt from the outside.

Inside, the droids continued their banter, completely unaware of the seismic disturbance I'd just caused. I slid down the glass, leaving a squeaky trail of humiliation in my wake.

"You'll pay for this, Skywalker," I seethed internally, plotting a thousand different revenges.

The ground approached fast, and I braced for impact. The landing was far from stealthy. I groaned, staring up at the dirty orange sky, trying to remember why I ever left Coruscant.

Laughter rained down from above, the clone troopers finding endless amusement in my fall. And there he was, Anakin, standing over me with that insufferable grin plastered across his face.

Glaring up at him, I mustered all the dignity I could. "You'll regret that."

He scoffed just scoffed, the nerve of him.

Anakin began cutting into the floor, preparing for our drop into the post. We all dropped down through his impromptu trapdoor, landing silently on our feet.

We hustled down the corridor, stopping in front of a door that looked like every other door in this drab place. "All right Buggie , get to work," Anakin commanded the droid to plug into the panel. A holographic map popped up, and Rex pointed out our destination.

"Addy, you take the squad and blow up those reactors. Gravity will do the rest. We'll meet in the landing bay," Skywalker ordered, as if he hadn't just volunteered me for the most explosive part of the mission.