Gun-handy non-official soldier (Y/N) (L/N) becomes entangled with the likes of Anakin Skywalker, a Jedi knight, a cunning warrior, charming, and a good friend. He fights a unique battle of whether or not he should see her as more than a friend or no...
(Y/N) (L/N) was a lowkey soldier, although unofficial. A good-hearted individual who cared even for the little things. Whether it was a child who was dying from boredom and craved play-time or a depressed individual who needed someone to vent to.
One of his journeys had him becoming entangled with the likes of Obi-Wan Kenobi, a good-natured and elegant warrior from the Jedi Order. That included the second battle of Geonosis, where every laser beam that the clones or droids shot --- was an empirical zip of war in the eyes of (Y/N).
Nineteen years old, and yet here he was engaged in a war. Not so different from Senator Amidala, who had to deal with being the Queen at 14-16.
He made friends. Friends in the Jedi, and the clones. Commander Cody was a real one. One of the most trusted allies, to him.
Most of those days, he'd find himself wandering around the Jedi temple watching padawan younglings train it out.
Other days, he'd become fascinated with every little thing that Anakin Skywalker did.
That's right. The pretty one. Short, but she was feisty. A brown-skinned young lady with an angelic face and mysterious eyes. And to you, admittedly sexually attractive. Her hair, black with a dark caramel fade. She had this scar over her right eye. Her right.
The first time you ever saw her, was when she was a padawan. Back when you first officially met Obi-Wan.
At the time, Anakin's hair was longer and darker. Less of the brown and more of her natural black. She was younger with it. That was the only impression you had of her before the clone wars began.
These days, she had dark brown hair with a lighter brown fade. Tied up in a neat ponytail with stunning streaks at the sides of her face, and with bangs. She wore eyeliners more often now.
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As of the present, you found yourself wandering around the Jedi temple once more. Plenty of padawan younglings in training.
"Master Plo." You greeted Master Plo Koon, a kind-hearted Jedi Master who was being followed by his pupils.
"May the force be with you, (L/N)." He said as he went off with his students.
You kept your eyes on Master Plo until she caught your attention.
"(Y/N) (L/N)?" Anakin appeared, with her arms crossed. Typical of the Jedi knightress, the leading Jedi General of the 501st.
You turned to her, eyes slightly widening just from seeing her.
"I . . . General Skywalker." You told her.
She chuckled. "You can call me Anakin. We haven't officially met." She extended her hand towards you.
Professionally, you smiled down at her hand and accepted the handshake. "It's a pleasure."
"What exactly do you do for Obi-Wan?" She asked, in your walk together around the temple.
"Well, whatever extra manpower and gunpowder he needs. I provide." You said.
"But he has his own batch of clones." She said.
"Yeah, I . . . can do whatever they can't. If they're unauthorized to help him on whatever occassion, he'll go to me." You said.
"I see. Kind of a freelancer, huh? But I've seen you fight for the republic as well." She said.
"Well, I'm not completely a self-indulgent individual." You smiled.
She chuckled. "Better."
"Is it true that you're . . . one of the most powerful Jedi yet?" You asked her.
"I suppose. The council would talk about it non-stop. Even when I was just a kid." She said.
"How old were you?" You asked.
"Nine. Master Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan freed me from Tatooine a long time ago." Anakin said.
"Right. What was it like?" You asked.
"Well . . . " Anakin leaned over a balcony railing, as you stood beside her closely.
" . . . not good. I was a slave. But I was a useful one. I competed in a podrace, and they used that price money to set me free. Or atleast, that's how I remember it." She said.
"I'm sorry." You said. "My father didn't really let me be a child or . . . have a childhood at all."
She looked to you. "Tough. Did he care about you?"
You watched over the view of the hailing ships and jets over Coruscant. "No." You said.
"Well then . . . I'm glad you're here with us." She smiled at you.
