Love Across The Stars (Aayla Secura x Male Reader)

IT IS MY WAY!!!

(Y/N) POV:

Cold.

That's all you felt, Its what it was.

despite the adrenaline in your veins, you felt the bone chilling tension in the room.The large grey hall with massive windows looking over the people. Windows to the soul some say, but who's? the  ones on the inside looking out...Or those outside looking in?

Bo stood a good few meters away to your right, you look over to her as if to say"Are we really doing this?" she looked over to you, past that white paint...through that dark visor...was not Bo-Katan kryze...it was a murderer...A reaper....A Mandalorian. She stared you down before looking back at Vizsla.

He approached Satine. he was fuming, you know you've pissed off Vizsla when he puts aside his theatrics. his pride, and sinks into his animistic urges. like a hungry rancor eyeing its food he stalks forward, dark saber in hand its piercing white sheen contrasted by the orange light created as he dragged the tip through the floor.

Satine has a cornered boggling. Cowering, quivering, scared...she would not show it. wouldn't give the satisfaction to these traitors. She stood tall but you could see she was a house of cards. ready to fall...to break.

Shed wore her heart on her shoulder, of no fault to her own, that was Satine. Emotional yet stoic. A thin vale masking the little joyful girl inside. the vale that would soon burn. As the hungered rancor approached the boggling.

Vizsla reached the stairs. without registering Satine was now on the floor. the dark saber in held high. you couldn't see Satine's face...but if you could.Is this what your fighting for? Does your 'cause' matter this much to you? will you sacrifice your very way of life, just for one more person to die?

"Vizsla." you hummed.

he stopped and looked at you, his body still in its executory stance. waiting to claim his prize. His pupils dilated, his eyes wide as they glare sabers through your very being. Satine, looking like her last glimmer of hope had not died out, with some unsure optimism and relief. Bo looked at you in the stance that often told you 'What the fuck are you doing?'

"What (Y/N)" Vizsla hastily breathed.

"She's unarmed." You put simply.

He sight and turns his full attention to you. Staying his saber. Satine tried to crawl to safety but Vizsla grabbed her hair, causing her to recoil.

"Who the fuck cares, even if she had a weapon she's a pacifist, and the best way to kill a pacifist....is on their knees." he lifted his hair containing fist as he stared into Satine's teary eyes with a cruel grin.

" Then...what are you?"

"I have no time for games (L/N)!"

"Then shut up." Your cold monotone voice accompanied by the unsheathing of your sword.

"You would fight me?! After everything Ive done for you! Everything I have fought to secur-"

"That  Vizsla died a long time ago..." you pointing your sword at him.

"What stands before me now...Is a monster."

He shoves Satine away like a rag doll. chuckling with his shoulders in that cocky arrogant way he does. Igniting the dark saber and pointing it at you. You both step closer until you begin to circle. Your blades pointing at each other.

Satine crawls to the steps near her throne, resting half her body on the first step and the rest on the floor, looking at her savior, her friend. Bo stood near the exit. Why she stood still is unknown, shock, fear...knowledge...Did she for see this?