The Kaminoan Ark (Part 1): Imminent Invasion

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(Y/N) POV:

You had woken early the next morning, as you often did. The familiar cold of your quarters of your ship. You did your morning routine and wandered around the ship in you under Armour. As you sauntered through each of the rooms you had come into Shmi's room, you only glanced to see that nothing was terribly out of place as to avoid violating her privacy.

Before you had left, one image crossed your eyes, and as you paused for a while, you took a few steps closer to the bed side to pick up the brown wooden frame. It was a picture of her and Anakin hugging. It was obvious Padme was the one to have taken the picture.

Anakin towered over his mother; he wore his black robes she wore a sort of beige attire. The passion and love in the soft smile you saw on Anakin's face, his head dipped to rest on his mother's shoulder, his eyes closed.

It reminded you of when you were lost, that fateful day on Mandalore, no one else would have helped...but Bo-katan did, you suspected the peace, and relief, Anakin had in this picture is similar to how you felt reuniting with Bo.

You sigh as you put the picture down on the side table again, you look to the side, your hands on your hips. You look defeated as you'd rather not remember Bo-katan...again. You notice the amount of color there is in this room, bright blues and greens and beige. Shmi certainly liked decorating this place.

You move to the weapon room and close the door. Behind you. You set the sound system on, the same soft melodic music plays, as well as the large  twi'lek hologram that played, lighting the dark room in shades of blue and green.

You walk past your set out armour and selection of weapons. And a large briefcase full of neatly stacked credits. You sit down to look at the credits. After a long while of just sitting in the dark room, the only light being that of the hologram. You begin to put your armour on.

You wander outside in the hangar bay of the jedi temple. You see many of the starfighters the jedi use, as well as many mechanics and jedi working on them.

You close your mask and begin to walk to the mess hall, moving through the warm halls of the temple, you look out the large windows to see the dark gloomy skyline, and the heavy rain.

You walk past one of the rooms to glance at a handful of children with master Plo Koon. The Master standing tall, his hands behind his back, all the children staring intently and watching the master as he spoke.

After a while you found the cafeteria, the large room housed many jedi eating and talking amongst themselves. It seemed that you entering the large doorway got some attention as a hand full of jedi's gazes are caught by you, though at least the chatter you heard wasn't slander this time, more whispers of awe at what they had heard of your accomplishments so far.

As you enter the mess hall, you see that the star trio were mostly awake, Anakin was eating and talking as normal, Kenobi had his head leaned on his one hand, slightly falling asleep. Ahsoka was also laying on her arms, her chin inches away from her tray. As you walk closer, you could see that Anakin had slightly dark circles, and his demeanor changed as you passed.

You came back with a tray of food and stood near Ahsoka, as there was a free space, but due to last night's antics you still just asked her if it was okay if you sat there. She perked up slightly, not knowing whether you were on good terms or not but obliged anyway.

"S-sure, (Y/N). Seats free." she said in a sleepy voice.

"<yawn>...morning (Y/N) ...did you sleep well last night?" Kenobi asked.

"Well enough Kenobi, you all look like bantha shit." You sit down, smirking while you open your mask.

"...(Y/N) ..." Anakin mumbled, his eyes shifting to the table, pushing his food around.

You've reached the end of published parts.

⏰ Last updated: Sep 02 ⏰

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