[OBITUARY] A.S

[09]

•.[STAR WARS].•
42 BBY
Attack of the clones
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As Odessa Tove rose, Anakin Skywalker fell.

She could feel the bristly texture of the sand beneath her fingers, the exceptional and profound heat of the consuming and intense sun. It was vigorous and eager, an uncomfortable awakening from the few and subsidiary moments of rest. She could still feel a resilient yet subdued nudging sensation on her shoulders and arms, the faint and low voice merging into an urgent, hurried holler.

"I can't believe you done that!" Hands shock her again "Are you insane?"

Her eyes began to reluctantly peer open "Thank god your alive, Odessa-"

"You're welcome." Odessa injected with a slight groan, her limps slightly aching and head pounding monumentally, as she raised from her feet.

Padme shock her head "Why would you jump after me? Do you have any idea how dangerous and impulsive that was?"

The brunette put her hands onto her knees as she hunched over, images and heavy worries surrounding her head as she thought of one person, Anakin. She didn't know why or how, but she could for some reason feel his pain and torment, a deep sense of exasperation and wrath which sent shivers down her spine "We need to get back to Anakin and Obi-Wan."

"I'm sure they are-"

"Senator, your majesty, are you okay?" A voice hurried towards them urgently, a clone trooper who was followed by a speeder.

"Yeah I think so." Padme replied, glancing back and from her cousin before back at the solider

"We better get you both back to the forward commander centre." The trooper began as they started to walk towards the speeder

Odessa shock her head "No, we need to get to that hanger, now."

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Anakin tumbled brutally and harshly onto the cool floor, his breath increasing angrily and fiercely as he attempted to stumble back onto his feet. His thoughts were distracted and he knew that, his mind surrounding things, a person, concern, that could only ever lead to disorganisation and carelessness. He was driven by emotions, rage, resentment and concern.

When he closed his eyes he saw her, her prolonged silky hair and ravishing canary coloured eyes. He saw those plump and exquisite lips of hers, always coated in her signature scarlet red lips and even the peaks in her cheeks when she smiled or laughed. He needed her, and for some reason, he could feel she needed him too.

"As you can see." Count Dooku's smug voice mussed through the dark room "My Jedi powers are far beyond yours."

"I don't think so."