Fallen (Anakin Skywalker x reader)

1. Temtation

We all face temptation at various points in our life: the temptation to call in sick for work and spend the day in bed or take a lie in when plans have been made to meet with friends, or perhaps to eat that last slice of chocolate cake and skip out on training the next day. For me however everyday presented a far stronger temptation.

To kill Anakin Skywalker.

Don't get me wrong: I'm sure he's 'wonderful', I just can't stand him, not his presence not his cocky grin, none of it. He's wasn't even the most powerful of our generation - I was, and as such I was meant to be the chosen one - not him. The man was infuriating, he thought he knew everything. Some of us actually had to work to earn our titles, he just had the galaxy handed to him. Still, at least I could revel in the fact I was knighted before him, now that was something I could forever hold over the man.

Anyway I should consider myself fortunate, with the war neither of us had had the chance to argue in several long months. It was truly bliss. Due to my considerable skills as an insurgent I'd almost immediately been assigned behind enemy lines. The best place to be when avoiding the republics hero.

Plus the action was always a thrill.

"Blitz! We've got to get back to the Stormbreaker!" I called across over the defining blaster fire, sliding my helmet back across my forehead as I shot my head round towards my second in command. The order had thought it best if it wasn't known a Jedi was working with the elite squad, that this way we'd seem less of a threat. However we very much were a threat to the separatist forces, a deadly one. So, I played the part of clone Commander - heck I even cut my hair shorter and made a personal step of clone amour.

"Right away Commander!" Blitz shouted back before opening heavy assault fire open the squad of droids. We weren't leaving because there were to many, no there was a much better reason.

I loved this job

Throwing my blaster in the air with a a spin I then caught the weapon and shot the two droids trying to sneak up behind me. One benefit of secretly using the force, I practically had my own radar for incoming hostiles.

"Commander Starkiller! Ship prepped for take off sir!" Fluke our pilot and tech advisor called through the comms as we approached the modified fighter, Starkiller being my 'clone' call-sign. It made the whole things more authentic from the separatists point of view, and I enjoyed the powerful title a fair bit. All clone names were surprised to have a meaning: Blitz was called so for his fast efficient attack style, Fluke due to the way he'd make good on the slimmest of odds. And me, well, mine was more for fun. At least with a title like Starkiller I commanded respect.

"Rodger that Fluke we're twenty paces out." I responded calmly while taking out a couple of stray flanker with my blaster then yanking a thermal detonator from my belt and checking it with a little help from the force into the crowd of droids. The high pitch dining rang out and I swiftly grabbed Blitz by the wrist, pulling him down to the ground behind a scrapped tank for cover. The force of the explosion resonated through the floor telling us the coast was once again clear, the pair of us clambering up and dashing into the open cargo door of the Stormbreaker.

"Get us out of here Fluke!" Blitz shouted to his brother in the control room after slamming a hand on the door seal button. I reached up and grabbed hold of the railing at the ship suddenly lurched to life, watching as Blitz wobbled and quickly shooting a hand out to help him.

"Careful there, the mission's over, can't have you getting injured now." I joked lightly as the trooper steadied himself and the craft began to level out. Reaching both my hands up I gave my helmet a twist and lifted it off, tucking the life-saving shield under my arm and running the fingers of my free hand through my sweaty hair. We'd probably been in the field seven or so hours today, a shower was definitely needed. Opposite my Blitz also removed his helmet and set it aside with his assault rifle. For a clone Blitz had slightly scruffier hair than you'd expect - then again we didn't exactly have access to a salon all the way out here. Still somehow Fluke always kept himself smart, though that just seemed to be his thing.