In Another Life - Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Chapter II

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Once you were in front of a metal door, Obi-Wan waved his hand it magically opened.

"This will be your room until the council decides your fate." he said smiling. Your fate. Those words sent a shiver down your spine, a group of men had the power over your life and you didn't even know who they were and if they were good people.
"The door can't be opened from the inside for obvious reasons. My room and Anakin's are right in front of yours. A droid will pass three times a day to bring you food and will pass once a weak for laundry. Any questions?" he explained.

"So basically, tell me of I got this right, I'm in prison, but you're giving me a nice room?" you asked connecting the dots. Master Kenobi sighed.

"Yes. The situation is hard for us. We don't know how you got here, if you can go back, what you are! Look honestly I don't approve the decision of the council but there isn't much I can do, my hands are tied." he told you, his eyes showing a hint of sadness in them .

"But Master Yoda saw my memories!" you said defending yourself. You went through immense pain and he didn't even get answers he wanted?

"I know. Hopefully you won't stay here long." he said and then left you alone with your thoughts.

The room didn't have much, a twin size bed with white sheets, a closet, a nightstand, a metal desk with a chair and what looked like it could've been a TV. There was another door to what you assumed was probably the bathroom. You thought you could really use a shower, but just as soon as you were about to open the door, you heard someone knocking.

"It's open... I think." you said not knowing how anything in that room worked, but remembering that Obi-Wan told you you couldn't open the door from the inside.

Once the door opened you saw what looked like another droid, gold in colour.

"Hello Miss, may I come in?" he asked politely and you got out of the doorway to let him in, confused. He definitely wasn't here to bring you food or take the laundry.

"Who are you?" you asked curious, sitting on the bed.

"I'm C3PO, I was sent here by Master Skywalker, he thought I could keep you company since no one is allowed in your room." he explained. You thought that was really thoughtful of Anakin since he didn't even know you. Maybe he felt pity for you because you were around the same age.

You stood up and made your way to the bathroom, and once you were in, you realized it was too technological for your terrestrial self.

"C3PO, do you perhaps know how these things works? I could really use a shower."

"Of course, Miss!" C3PO made his way to the bathroom and showed you how everything worked. Thank God you had him, or you wouldn't have had a clue how anything worked.

You showered yourself, scrubbing your skin off of the blood that had dried on you. You looked at your stomach. The skin that was once torn open by a bullet was now scarred. Their technology was crazy to you, you couldn't wrap your head around the fact that one second you were bleeding to death and loosing consciousness and then, just as you waked up you only had a scar like months passed by.

You wished Earth had this type of technology. The number of lives that could be saved on a daily basis would've been outstanding. And you weren't just saying this because you were an ER nurse.