𝐼 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝑒𝒹𝑜𝓂 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓂𝓎 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹, 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓇, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉.
Joseta Pro'oz, a pilot/medic with a sunny disposition is thrown into a war bigger than she ever imagined. As she fights alongside Ca...
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She remembered falling. The scream had caught in her throat, choking on air as the wind yanked at her body. And then it was quiet. She had stopped falling, instead she felt as if she was floating on a mattress. She couldn't move. Couldn't breathe.
"Shesa!" came the voice of an old friend. Kenobi's nickname for her echoed throughout the canyon. Were they all dead?
She felt her body be lowered to the ground. She let out a breath, feeling aches return to her body. She was alive. Her face burned though. Letting out a groan, she struggled to her feet.
Arms wrapped around her, holding her up as they rushed off. "Satine—" she choked out, though hissed at the pain that stung at her cheek.
Kenobi let out a shaky breath. "I don't know." His voice was strained. Shaak Ti looked up at him as he held onto her, pulling her along.
She anchored herself, stopping him in his rush out of there. "Obi."
He let out a short sob, covering his mouth with his hand. "I don't know, Shaak Ti," he breathed out, looking away from her. "I had to make sure you were okay—"
Shaak Ti's heart skipped a beat as shock choked at her. "You left her?" She stumbled, grasping onto the wall of the chasm.
His voice hitched in his throat as pain shot across his features. "I had to make a choice."
"She was the choice," Shaak cried out, anger surging through her. "She's always been your choice, Obi-Wan."
"Foolishly," he cut back, pacing as he rubbed his hand over his face. He spun on his heel, meeting her gaze. "Shaak, it's always been you." He shook his head, placing his hands on his hips. "Since we were kids, it's been you."
That didn't make sense. She shook her head. "But—"
"But I was stupid and afraid. We both had so much to lose." He paced over to her, his blue eyes meeting hers with boldness. "But kriff it all, Shaak. I was presented with a choice and the thought of losing you consumed me." His voice lowered to a whisper. "Dangerously so."
She shook her head. "I can't do this," she choked out, voice catching in her throat as she started walking away. "I don't want to fall for this." She turned her back on him as she limped away in the direction they had been heading before. She wiped at a lone tear that ran down her cheek. "Not after all these years."
"Shaak—"
"You'll change your mind," she stated, turning to face him. "You're too dedicated to the Code—which is admirable, but I can't—"
"I'll leave." He ran to meet her where she stood. His eyes pleaded with her. "Ask me and I will."
It was tempting. They could both leave. She had planned on it anyway. But she couldn't. "I can't ask you to give up everything you've ever known." She clenched her teeth, the words stabbing her in the heart. "Not in the middle of the war."
