Love Across The Stars (Aayla Secura x Male Reader)

chapter 20

3rd person POV:

The orange and grey orb sat in the open. A shining beacon of the republic and justice, hope and...the senate. A busseling place of opprotunities for all races. A light in the darkness of this war. A beautiful place during the night, a city of lights. but the best time, was sun set, the dark orange looming over the large grey buildings. from certain spots, it was quiet the sight to behold.

A Venator begins to land near the GAR headcorters, The large ship flowing seemlessly through the air and onto the landing port. Te masses of clone troopers attendingg o theirduties as they begin preperations to disembark.

on the bridgge two clones stand behind one male human and a blue twi'lek looking out the window onto the ship. The Twi'lek on the left, wore stunning tightly clinging yoga pants and bra that only cover one arm, the clone behind her dressed on white and yellow armour. the Human, clad in black robes with a mix of black clone armour. The clone behind him clad in blue and white.

"Sir." the blue and white clone called.

"Welcome back Rex." The Human Said.

"Happy to be home general Skywalker."

the clone in yellow chimed in, placing a hand on te twileks sleved soulder.

"General Secura...What are we going to do about the prisoner?'' He carefully, slowly asked, knowing it would strike a nerve.

She closed her eyes, slowly taking a breath, placing her blue hand over his gloved one, she felt his presence through the force...it made her feel safe. shhe felt the others looking at her. She breathed out, opening those azel orbs to thhe setting sunlight.

"Master kenobi and I will escort him to the maximum security prison. Where he will rot." She smiled on the last bit, slightly unnerving the human.

(Y/N) POV:

You remained cuffed to the medical bed, hands and ankles, the crass metal now chafing horribly. You felt a pain all over your body, as if all your muscles were seasing and you were about to implode.

Beside you sat Shmi, she wore a clean sleek black robe, undoubtedly her sons. It seemed almost two to three times her size but she made it fit.

She sat near your hand and held it reassuringly, not fully understanding the extent to your pain, but knowing that you are in pain.

Satine on the other hand, wore her robes and did her hair up like some crass adventurer, but don't be mistaken, she did look hot when she wasn't dolled up.

She passed, huffing angrily, marching upward...then downtrodden when marching downward. This ordeal had been going on for about an hour now.

"Mistress Satine, I know you are anxious, but your passing isn't helping sirs nerves right now." Shmi put in her calming motherly demeanor.

"His nerves?....HIS NERVES!? I don't know which is worse, the fact that the person I thought was my friend is a WAR CRIMINAL, or the fact that the senate will use my vaunrability to goad me into joining...it's not like I have any other choice?..."

She walked to a nearby side table looking away from the other two, suddenly she violently threw it to one side landing near the front wall to the bay.

"...I DONT WANT THIS!!!" She finished in tears.

Shmi recoiled harshly following the crash. Cowering underr the operating bed you were stuck in.

"Satine calm down! Your throwing a temper tantrum won't solve anything."
You lash, tensing your arms and legs against the solid metal binds.