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ARAMINTA and Padme's efforts proved more useful than ever thought possible. With the evidence of the droid foundry leading them back to Geonosis, which had turned into a living Separatist factory and fortress right under their nose. Padme had remained quiet in the wake of the assignment, pouring the unneeded antidote away with a frown and dark eyes.
What is necessary, Araminta repeated to herself, and she hoped her friend was also repeating it as a personal comfort.
In the following days, Araminta had been drafted with Obi-wan as a part of an assault on Geonosis, or better yet, a second assault. She remembered the day on Geonosis well, so many things culminating at once. She thought of it less now than she once had, but it was still a defining moment to her. A repeat was not something she was amazingly keen on, but she supposed her assignment to Obi-wan had taken her to worse places.
"I cannot believe we're back here again," Obi-wan sighed as they approached the planet. Araminta was to his left, eyes narrowed at the barren piece of rock before them.
"It is unfortunate," Jedi Master Mundi commented from the right. "The resistance from the native Geonosians was stronger than we anticipated." Araminta didn't know him well, but he was on the Council and therefore knew more about her than most of the Republic, unfortunately.
"The same can be said for their loyalty to Count Dooku," Obi-wan remarked as the door to the bridge opened, and Araminta's ears perked up.
She glanced over her shoulder slightly, eyes meeting Anakin's across the bridge as he entered with Ahsoka. The Jedi sent her a familiar grin, and she only rolled her eyes and turned away, as if the fondness would disappear so simply.
They had managed to steal away one night since Araminta's undercover mission, which had worked to assure her that he hadn't changed his mind or realised how incredibly dangerous their relationship was.
Not that she wanted him to, of course, but she wouldn't have blamed him. Instead, she had kissed him until her lips were raw and she felt she had memorised the lines of his face if he were to disappear.
Araminta hadn't seen him as simply a friend or confidant in a long time, which worked in their favour, as their dynamic had hardly shifted to those watching. She certainly hoped no one was watching, but her relationship to Daesha had largely been private, too. She could do the forbidden romance if she wanted to, and gods did she want to.
"You're late," Araminta drawled as Anakin reached them, giving him a pointed look.
"Who's keeping track?" he jeered back. Obi-wan cleared his throat, bringing Anakin's attention to him. "Right. Sorry, Master," Anakin said, not sounding sorry at all. "Ahsoka and I were busy routing the Seppies near Dorin."
"My squad alone had fifty-five kills," Ahsoka chimed in proudly.
