The Most Unlikely of Friends (Star Wars fanfic)

Chapter 1

Under the heat of the sweltering sun on Kashyyyk, Anakin Skywalker wiped away the sweat that had quickly formed on his forehead. Kashyyk was far too hot and filled with way more insects than he would have liked.  Looking around the dense forest canopy, Anakin felt a an intense desire to be back on Coruscant with Padme, even if it meant dealing with politics and the High Council. He hadn't seen Padme-or Coruscant- for months. Even Obi-Wan and Ahsoka were on different missions, so they couldn't distract him with any of their usual comic relief.

But of course, he couldn't go back to Coruscant. He had a duty as a Jedi, and even if that duty led him to faraway planets with people he didn't like, he still had a responsibility to it. 

"Skywalker? Skywalker?! Are you listening to a word I say?" 

Speaking of people he didn't like... 

Anakin sighed and half turned towards the voice that disturbed him from his thoughts. A few feet away, Mace Windu glared at him. Of all the Jedi Anakin could've gotten for this mission, he gets Windu. He discreetly rolled his eyes.

"Yes, Master?" 

"I was saying, Skywalker, that if we ever want to get back to Rwookrrorro or finish our mission, we're going to need to make contact with the troopers. Unless you have a way of salvaging our ship from Kashyyyk's lower levels. Where you crashed it." The sarcasm in Master Windu's voice was palpable.

Anakin and Mace had been tying to make it to a nearby town in order to stake out a Separatist base when they'd had a slight...mishap with a giant flying creature. Long story short, while Anakin, Mace, and R2-D2 had managed to eject and safely land, the same could not be said for their small cruiser. 

At least Anakin had the grace to look sheepish. 

Windu sighed and let it go. He didn't have enough time-or patience-to dwell too long on the topic. "We're too far out of range for our comlinks to be of any use. Our first job is to get close enough to our base to be able to contact the 501st." 

Evidently, Anakin disagreed. "Shouldn't we just head for the Separatist base? It's much closer and we could finish our mission. Why waste time going back to base?" He didn't want to prolong this mission with Master Windu any longer than necessary. 

A vein on Master Windu's forehead bulged slightly as he rubbed his head in exasperation. "Yes, but how are we going to get back? Unless you want double the run back. Not to mention that if we end up being captured, we'll have no means of communication with anyone?" 

Anakin deflated slightly. "Yes, Master."

After all, he thought bitterly, you are the Master, and your ideas are the only ones that matter. 

R2 tweedled softly. Anakin sighed."I know, Artoo. I don't like it either. But orders are orders."

Still, he thought, I have a very bad feeling about this.

With that, Anakin and Artoo rushed to catch up with Master Windu, who'd already begun the dangerous trek back to base.