The Chosen One(s) | Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Chapter 36 - Reinforcements*

*TW - smut*

Anakin's POV:

"I'm afraid the separatist invasion in Onderon is going worse than we expected. We are outnumbered by droids."

Admitting this is a blow to my pride and my near perfect reputation. I've never had to call in for help. But I know it's necessary and I'm not giving up— I'm simply preparing for a better fight once we resume fire tomorrow morning.

Master Yoda comes into view before me and my former Master over the holotable on the Twilight— my G9 Rigger-class Freighter. His face stares off into the distance in contemplation, deciding how best to proceed.

"Hear your calls to action, the Council does. Reinforcements sent immediately, there will be."

—

"Who do you think they'll send?" Obi-Wan asks.

"Not sure." I shrug casually, but deep down my mind wonders if it'll be Y/N. Part of me is hopeful for it, for the chance to see her; while part of me doesn't, because of the danger. Even though I know what a skilled General she is, I don't want any threat to come near her.

"Did someone call for reinforcements?" Her voice suddenly rings out in my mind, revealing it is indeed her who they sent.

Since we've been together more, our connection has grown stronger. We have been able to communicate with our minds from further distances. I can hear her voice anywhere as long as she's within planet range.

She hasn't been able to read my mind since I returned, but only because I haven't let her. I have built up shields to keep her out. I worked on developing them during my year away. Now she only hears what I want her to.

I think she's done the same. I haven't heard anything from her in quite a while, and considering how often I used to hear her personal thoughts, it has to be intentional that I can't any longer.

"We're approaching Onderon." Her voice calls out to me. "Should I expect to see you upon arrival?"

The question makes me smile. "You definitely should." I respond.

"Alone?"

I know what she's really asking.

"Yes, Obi-Wan will be busy." I confirm, thinking about how I'll find a way to distract him. "And you?" I ask, knowing she's going to be arriving with her legion.

"I'll distract the clones." She replies.

"Perfect."

Obi-Wan is looking out the window when her freighter comes into view. "Is that the 321st legion?"

"I believe so, yes." I reply coolly, trying not to give way to my emotions.

Obi-Wan turns to face me and gives me a knowing smile. "Isn't that..."

I shoot him a glare. "Yes, it's Y/N's legion."

"I didn't say anything!" Obi-Wan raises his hands in the air in defence, but the grin of his face doesn't waver.

I'm about to shoot him another glare when the freighter approaches, and I can't help but nearly jump out of my seat.

I clear my throat. "I'll ensure they land in the hideout safely."

Obi-Wan raises his brow. "I'm sure Y/N the trained and skilled pilot will definitely need that."

"... you never know..." I reply quietly.