The grim journey back to their camp was marked by heavy silence as Daenerys led the way, with Anakin following closely behind. Neither of them could bring themselves to look at the other after the horrifying events that had transpired at the Tusken Raider camp. Anakin's heart was burdened by shame and frustration for losing control in such a violent manner, contrary to the Jedi way. He couldn't fathom what he had done, especially in front of Daenerys.
Daenerys, too, was grappling with her own emotions, struggling to come to terms with the gruesome scene she had witnessed. She couldn't reconcile the violent outburst with the man who had shown her kindness and camaraderie just hours earlier.
Suddenly, a scream from Daenerys pierced the tense air, snapping Anakin out of his thoughts. He looked up to see her gazing toward the mountain they were returning to, her face contorted with horror.
Following her gaze, Anakin's eyes widened in alarm as he spotted separatist ships descending from above the mountain. Daenerys' dragon, Drogon, roared in distress at the sight of the incoming fleet. In a frenzy, Daenerys screamed for her dragon and sprinted toward its location.
Anakin shouted for her to stop, his voice filled with urgency as he chased after her. They ran together, their footsteps echoing in the rocky terrain, dust swirling around them from the force of the separatist ships' arrival.
As they reached the mountain's edge, they were met with a scene of despair. Drogon had been ensnared by powerful chains that shot out from one of the Separatist's larger ships. The chains clamped onto the dragon's wings, causing it to roar in agony as it struggled helplessly. The Separatist ship began to ascend, dragging the mighty dragon with it.
Daenerys screamed for her beloved Drogon, her voice filled with anguish, and Anakin finally caught up to her, grabbing her in a desperate attempt to pull her away. The wind from the ascending Separatist ships whipped around them, and dust filled the air.
Anakin pleaded with Daenerys, "We have to go! They'll capture us if we stay!" He tried to forcibly pull her away from the mountain's edge, fearing the worst for both of them.
Daenerys resisted, her eyes never leaving the tortured form of her dragon as it was lifted higher and higher into the Separatist ship. Tears streamed down her face, but the threat of the Separatist droids raining down from the ships above forced Anakin to be more forceful in his efforts to drag her away.
From the shadows of the Separatist ship, Count Dooku watched the two below, a sinister smirk playing on his lips. He gave the order to his fleet to leave the planet, but not before releasing another pod of droids to pursue Anakin and Daenerys relentlessly.
As the droids descended, the unlikely allies had no choice but to flee, their hearts heavy with the loss of Drogon and the looming threat of the Separatists. Their escape was fraught with danger, and they could only hope to find a way to evade the relentless pursuit of Count Dooku and his forces.
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As Daenerys and Anakin fled from the mountain, the memory of Drogon still fresh in their minds, their focus shifted to the immediate threat at hand—the pursuing separatist droids. Blaster bolts whizzed past them, striking the rocky ground and sending clouds of dust and debris into the air.
With urgency in his voice, Anakin shouted at Daenerys to take cover behind one of the Tusken huts. He drew his lightsaber with a fluid motion, stopping in his tracks as he watched her flee into one of the huts for safety.
Outside, Anakin's blue lightsaber hummed to life as he deftly deflected the incoming blaster strikes with his Jedi skills. His swift movements sent the bolts hurtling back at the droids, taking out some of them in a shower of sparks and fire. Anakin's fierce determination was evident as he battled the relentless attackers.
Meanwhile, inside one of the huts, Daenerys frantically searched for any weapon she could find, knowing that she couldn't rely solely on Anakin to protect them. Her eyes darted around the dimly lit interior as she rummaged through scattered belongings, her fingers closing around a sharp-edged piece of metal.
Outside, Anakin was closing in on the last of the droids, his lightsaber slicing through the air with precision. With a final strike, he severed the head of the last droid and watched it topple to the ground. Anakin's victorious shout echoed through the Tusken camp as he kicked the droid's head away in frustration.
He turned to face the hut where Daenerys had sought refuge, yelling for her to come out and saying that it was safe. Daenerys peered cautiously from the hut, her eyes scanning the scattered debris of destroyed droids.
She asked him with a hint of hope, "Did you get them all?"
Anakin, about to respond, was caught off guard when his lightsaber was shot out of his hand by a precise blaster bolt. Before he could react, another blaster shot cleanly and severed his robotic right hand, leaving him and Daenerys defenseless.
They both turned to see a new group of droids, their weapons trained on the two of them. One of the droids ordered them to raise their hands and get on the ground. Daenerys exchanged a worried glance with Anakin, realizing that their escape had been cut short and that they were now at the mercy of their captors.
With no other options, Anakin and Daenerys began to kneel and raise their hands, their faces marked with frustration and defeat. The droids closed in, surrounding them, and the once-unlikely allies found themselves prisoners, facing an uncertain fate at the hands of the Separatists.
One of the droids stepped forward, its mechanical voice devoid of emotion. "You are now prisoners of the Confederacy of Independent Systems. Any attempt to resist will be met with lethal force."
Anakin clenched his jaw, his eyes darting around as he assessed their situation. He thought of a lie and spoke with a measured tone, trying to gauge their captors' intentions. "We didn't come here looking for trouble. We were just passing through. Let us go, and we won't cause any more problems."
Daenerys added, her voice carrying a note of desperation: "Please, we don't want any trouble. We're just trying to survive."
The droids remained stoic, their blasters steady. It was clear that words alone would not sway them. Anakin's mind raced, searching for any possible escape plan, but with his lightsaber out of reach and his hand incapacitated, the odds seemed insurmountable.
As their captors began to bind their hands, Anakin and Daenerys shared a whispered exchange. Anakin leaned close to her and muttered, "We need to find a way out of this. Keep your wits about you."
Daenerys nodded, her determination burning brightly despite their dire circumstances.
The droids led them away from the Tusken huts, marching them toward a nearby transport. Anakin and Daenerys exchanged worried glances, realizing that their fate now lay in the hands of the separatists.
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AUTHORS NOTE!
The pair has been captured by Count Dooku's forces; I wonder what will happen to them. And what of Dany's dragon, Drogon? Will it suffer the same fate as its brothers, Viserion and Rhaegal, or does Dooku have plans for the creature? Maybe Obi-Wan Kenobi will hear about Anakin and attempt to rescue him.
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