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Y/n, an ex-Sith turned Jedi, and Rex, a Captain in the Grand Army of the Republic. How can a relationship like theirs work? Yet alone work on the battlefield of war? And on top of the war consuming the Galaxy Jedi aren't supposed to form attachmen...
Original source: George Lucas' Star Wars: The Clone Wars - S1:E11 Dooku Captured, my brain.
Synopsis: During their own attempt to kidnap Count Dooku, Anakin, Y/n and Obi-Wan discover that the Sith Lord has already been captured by pirates.
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The winding path to peace is always a worthy one, regardless of how many turns it takes.
Manhunt!
After a long and perilous search, the Jedi finally track down Separatist leader, Count Dooku. During a heroic attempt to capture the count, Anakin Skywalker has gone missing.
Having lost contact with Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi and Y/n L/n heads toward their friend's last known location, a lone Separatist frigate in the far reaches of the Outer Rim.
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"I still think it would have been easier to use a ship." I grumbled under my breath, wobbling as the rocket boosters attached to my back shifted.
"We would have been caught." Obi-Wan replied, slowing himself down until he came to rest his feet against the metal hull of the large frigate.
Carefully I repositioned the thrusters on my back to drift me downwards, stumbling when my feet hit the hard surface. With the sudden change of having something under foot my head jerked forward as I stumbled to gain my balance, my forehead coming in contact with the glass dome surrounding my head. I grumbled, bringing my hand up to rub my sore forehead but my fingertips met the glass instead causing further complaints to leave me.
Obi-Wan glanced over his shoulder, an amused smirk crossing his face. My eyes narrowed at him. He was loving that I wasn't comfortable in one of these stupid space suits. To be fair, I always loved when Obi-Wan was anxious whilst flying. So, fair's fair I suppose.
"Just get on with it." I told him, waving my hand at the three red buttons in front of him.
Still smirking softly, he turned his attention to the buttons, pressing the largest of the three. The hatch doors glided apart, Obi-Wan waving his hand silently telling me to follow him. Gently shaking my head, I let my feet leave the surface, shakily hovering after Obi-Wan as he descended down through the opening.
I was more than grateful to rid myself of the uncomfortable space suit. Shaking the thing off after carefully placing the fish bowl of a helmet down on the floor so it wouldn't smash. Shaking out my limbs, I nodded to Obi-Wan before taking off down the hall.
