Legacy of the Force Bound (Anakin Skywalker X reader 2)

Chapter four

She gasped for air barely able to breath at all. The bruises of her throat were as ugly and sore now as the burns across her arms. In fact, it was hard to tell we're one began and another finished across the tan of her soft skin. Again, the breath was snatched from her lungs and the sith stole it away in anger.

"I'll ask you again Skywalker, where are they?" Darth Izar Eori spat in detest as she squeezed the young woman throat. The tears in her victims eyes meant nothing to her, she was numb to the cries and whimpers now. Any flicker of care had died a great many years ago, or perhaps, was it merely yesterday. It had become so hard to tell lately, time, it stood no purpose.

What was the point of the days anyway? People live and die, why should she care how?

As her poor target gagged and spluttered before her the tired yellow eyes of the woman for a moment saw someone else strapped to that seat. In a haze she was back fifteen years, back to when her body was flesh and bone without metals limbs required. Back to her height of power, before the emperor began to question her strength as everyone before once had. She saw not the daughter but the mother, the young woman she once saw a sister.

(Y/n) Skywalker...the one she tried to spare...

She saw her padawans face twisted in the anguish she'd inflicted fifteen years prior. Back when the Skywalker were a name to bring hope, the spark that ignited the fight of the rebellion. They were the biggest threat to the empire, as such the emperor order her to cut them down.

So the trap was set and bated, she found alliance in the most despicable of places. Never had Inquisitors had such a bounty as they did then. Many Jedi were cut down then and at no loss to the empire. Best of all, the bait drew of the heartstrings of the heroine herself (y/n) Skwalker. Famed general, wife to the republic hero himself. She was the key...and if she would not turn, then Darth Izar knew she must die.

Fifteen years ago
(Y/n)'s pov

"The is Fulcrum: proceed with the plan the codes are accurate." Anakin spoke into the encrypted coms while I stood back the window looking out at the fields. Lothal had once been so beautiful, now it was mostly factories for the empire. Great, ugly factories that churned out huge ugly plumes of smoke. I grow and tried to remember what those landscape once looked like. It was difficult, only fractured memories remained.

It had been five years, five years since my husband and I had seen our friends. A lot had happened, the republic was dismantled and reorganised, the senators now held no power at all. The power was in the hands of the people like us now, the survivors.

"Rodger that fulcrum, we thank you for your help, Ghost signing off." A voice returned then the transmission ended. I looked up and across to my husband, the man looked just as handsome as the day I fell for him. Anakin Skywalker, the love of my life. I was so glad to have him here during these trying days.

"So, they're going to go for the supplies..?" I asked quietly as he packed up the case.  We'd be moving again in a couple of days, we'd been here nearly a year now, it was too long. The locals were starting to know us, they were growing familiar. Well, familiar to Haydyn and Karina at least...

"Yeah, they're going for it," Anakin replied combing his fingers back throw his hair, which had grown a little more over the years. Even with his newer rugged look he still appeared more like a bounty hunter than a farmer. Perhaps if was the aura, even masking his signifier in the force, his aura remained.

"Are you and Kira all packed?" He asked as he can over and wrapped his arms round my waist from behind. Feeling his chin on my head I let out a sigh and tried to relax. Five years and it's still so hard to relax.