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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:E12 The Gungan General, my brain.
Synopsis: While negotiating Count Dooku's ransom, Anakin, Y/n and Obi-Wan are taken prisoner. The Jedi and Sith form an unlikely alliance in a bid to escape, with Jar Jar Binks as their only hope.
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Fail with honour rather than succeed by fraud.
Dooku held for ransom.
After escaping capture by Jedi Knights Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi and Y/n L/n, the villainous Count Dooku fell into the clutches of pirates, led by the brigand Hondo Ohnaka.
Eager to get custody of Dooku, the Republic agreed to pay Hondo a hefty sum in exchange for the Sith Lord. But Anakin, Obi-Wan and Y/n had not counted on the treacherous cunning of Ohnaka and his band.
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I groaned, shifting groggily. My head was pounding. It couldn't still be from that knock in the cave, could it? Huffing out a breath I started to blink my eyes open, expecting to come face to face with the darkness of space through the viewport of the Twilight. But instead it was the sight of a bland ceiling I didn't recognise. Frowning, I thought back. That weird pirate party was really the last thing I remembered. And drinking...
I jolted upright, blood rushing to my head at the sudden movement causing it to ache worse. Wide eyed, and panicked, I glanced around the unfamiliar room. One thing was clear to me, I was still in the pirate's palace. Obi-Wan and Anakin both splayed face down on the ground next to me, completely out of it. Subconsciously my hand reached up for my head, feeling for the crystal in my hair finding that my hands were bound as I do so.
"They didn't take your... personal possessions." An all too familiar voice calmly told me. My head snapped over to face the bearded man who had mere hours ago been strung up in his own cell, Dooku. A soft scowl formed on my face as I crossed my legs underneath me. "I warned you not to trust them so easily."
I simply shook my head, choosing to ignore him. Reaching a tentative hand out towards Obi-Wan I gently shook his shoulder, attempting to rouse him from his nap. But I soon froze on the spot, two things bothering me. One, that we were strung together at the waist, as well as our hands being bound. And more disturbingly, how had Dooku known what I was checking for?
Slowly, I turned my head back over to Dooku. He stared at me in return with that slightly furrowed brow of his. Silently I deliberated over if he had figured out that I hid an extra crystal on my person long ago or recently. It was still there, he was right that the pirates hadn't taken it, but how'd he know about it. No one knew, except Wolffe now.
