𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑-𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 | ❝WE ARE CURSED TO BE STAR-CROSSED LOVERS, FOR OUR LOVE WAS FORBIDDEN AND FATED TO END TRAGICALLY. A LOVE STORY THAT LASTS ALL TOO BRIEFLY AND ONLY WRITTEN ACROSS THE STARS❞
In which, the young handsome 𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐊𝐘𝐖...
❝YOU AND I ARE GOING TO GET ALONG JUST FINE, YOUNG ONE❞
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𝐗𝐕 | 𝐀𝐇𝐒𝐎𝐊𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐎
𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙸𝚂𝚃𝙾𝙿𝙷𝚂𝙸𝚂 𝟐𝟐 𝐁𝐁𝐘
𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐎𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐒, the planet of Christophsis stood as a crystalline beacon, its landscape a breathtaking mosaic of towering spires and jagged canyons.
The once-pristine azure and emerald crystals that adorned its surface now reflected the fiery onslaught of battle, casting prismatic shadows across the war-torn terrain.
As Republic cruisers descended through the atmosphere, their underbellies aglow with the heat of entry, they were met with the sight of Separatist droids marching in relentless waves, their metal forms glinting coldly in the harsh light of the system's twin suns.
Above, the sky was streaked with the contrails of starfighters, weaving an intricate dance of death amidst the shimmering beauty of a world caught in the grip of unending conflict.
"They're back!" Anakin Skywalker exclaimed, his gaze fixed on the advancing droid army.
His voice, a mix of resolve and exasperation, carried over the din of war.
Bella Trueblood, her tall presence as commanding as her reputation, stood shoulder to shoulder with her husband as her large, enchanting brown eyes scanned the horizon.
"They seem to multiply with every blink," she observed, the weight of command evident in her tone.
Obi-Wan Kenobi, ever the voice of wisdom, joined the pair, his blue-grey eyes reflecting the gravity of their situation.
"I told you this victory was too easy" he mused, stroking his beard thoughtfully. "We never should have sent the ship back for supplies"
Anakin's features tightened, a silent acknowledgment of the challenge ahead.
"It wasn't my idea to send the ship back" he conceded, his voice tinged with frustration.
"Anakin, if I had a credit for every time you shirked responsibility, we could fund the Republic's war effort single-handedly" Bella quipped, her voice laced with a playful yet cutting edge.
Her words, sharp as a vibroblade, were delivered with a smirk that danced on her full lips, challenging Anakin to rise above the banter.
Anakin's attempt to maintain a scowl faltered, a reluctant grin breaking through as he recognized the wisdom in her jest.
Obi-Wan's chuckle resonated in the air, a brief moment of levity amidst the tension, acknowledging Bella's knack for cutting through the moment with her sharp intellect and even sharper tongue.
