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THE TREES standing tall around Araminta took her back almost two years to the same planet, a very different day, when Anakin and Obi-wan had pinned her down on Felucia and sent her life spiralling off course. The memory was locked in, the humidity soaking her clothes, the desperation in her movements and the shadows of the canopy dancing over them.
But that was a long time ago, and on such a vast planet, Araminta did not recognise where they currently were, surrounded by spiralling trees and the dreaded moisture in the air. Now she was fighting on the front line in the jungle, pinned down by Separatist forces in a galactic war she had never imagined she'd be a part of.
It had started off as a simple support mission to ward off Separatists from the importantly-placed planet, but the droid forces had soon overpowered them. Anakin had part of his battalion and Obi-wan had a platoon, and Ahsoka had led a scouting party, too. But despite their efforts, the droids were too much.
They had a whole army prepared, ranged with tanks and numbers simply too challenging for them. Before their communications had been knocked out, they had signalled for help on Obi-wan's command, and Plo Koon had said he was coming to break the blockade around the planet and extract them.
Araminta had lost track of how long ago that was as she continued to press forward, ducking most shots and firing off her own, but both her bracers and gauntlets were bruised and smoking from the amount of blaster shots she had had to deflect. Their capacity would soon be up and she'd have to try not to get hit and stop Obi-wan from being hit, as she stayed pressed to his flank, eyes scanning the battlefield constantly.
"We're surrounded!" Araminta hissed as they were being backed into a corner, trees and a ridge to their back as well as their destroyed tank that hadn't lasted the battle.
"You don't say," Anakin snapped back, the assassin sending him an unimpressed look from over her shoulder. "Hey, up!" the Jedi shouted suddenly.
Araminta briefly tore her gaze from the battlefield to see Republic fighters sweeping overhead, locked in combat with vulture droids. She let herself breath a sigh of relief as she shoved Obi-wan lightly out of the way of rapid-firing, which was soon taken out by clones covering them.
Obi-wan looked over at his bodyguard, who had a cut on her cheek and was covered in a sheen of sweat. "How many–?"
"Two," Araminta huffed, cutting him off. She dramatically held up two fingers from around her blaster. "I have two grenades and I can deflect two more hits before I become useless."
"Now would you consider a lightsaber?" Obi-wan shouted over the noise as they were pressed back a step.
Araminta scoffed, removing a grenade from her belt and pulling the pin between her teeth. "Over your dead body," she spat as she chucked the small bomb as far as she could, where it exploded and streaked at the droids surrounding it.
