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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:E19 Storm Over Ryloth, my brain.
Synopsis: The Separatists have invaded the Twi'lek home planet of Ryloth. While Anakin and Ahsoka lead the attack on the blockade standing between the Jedi and the planet Y/n and her troops are left waiting for their moment...
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It is a rough road that leads to the heights of greatness.
Planet Ryloth invaded, subjected to a brutal droid occupation. The people of Ryloth are starving under the blockade of a Separatist fleet. Evil Separatist leader, Wat Tambor, now rules with an iron fist.
Answering a plea from the Senate, the Grand Army of the Republic mounts a bold offensive to liberate the system.
It is up to Anakin Skywalker and his Padawan Ahsoka to make way for Obi-Wan and Y/n's ground assault.
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Shifting my foot back an inch, I let out a slow breath. Swiftly, my blade swung in a figure eight around my side, my arms raising to hold it in position above my head, purple plasma thrumming diagonally in front of my eyes. Both of my hands tightened on the metallic hilt, focusing on keeping my breathing in check.
Slowly I lowered my lightsaber until it was pointed up in front of me. Removing my left hand from the hilt and tucking it away behind my back, making sure to continue my calm breathing. Rotating the hilt in my hand I began forward, my blade humming as I shifted it to the left and right blocking imaginary blaster bolts each time.
My movements started to pick up, switching between the two sides faster and faster. My breathing becoming heavier the longer I went on. Lifting the blade up into a horizontal position above my head, spinning it back down to block my left hand side in an instant.
Coming to a sudden stop, lowering my lightsaber down to my side. Working on calming myself back down, centering myself, I watched the plasma streak through the air as I spun it in a circle. A small smile formed on my face as I watched the air blur with a purple hue, repeating the movement.
Falling into a rhythm of spinning my blade at my side, I shifted, spinning it in another figure eight in front of me. Bringing my other hand around, I passed off the hilt in the blink of an eye, bending my arm back to perform the same figure eight movement behind my back.
Huffing, I came to another stop. Hearing my lightsaber buzzing behind my head I found myself reaching for the other hilt resting on my left hip. Detaching it from my belt, holding it out vertically at my waist. The shorter purple plasma blade slowly extended outwards, both blades now singing in unison with each other.
