Twisted ➠ anakin skywalker x reader {2}

17.

Troopers began pouring in.  They had found them, what better place to find rebels than in the detention level.

"Get behind me! Get behind me!" Han yelled at his furry friend, the same way he had when he saved Chewbacca from Imperial slavery all those years ago. Again they were able to scuttle away as the Troopers sloppily tried to fit through their hole in the wall.

"Watch the left! They went down the cell hall!" One of the Troopers alerted, as he ushered his friends in the block.

Han and Chewie were able to meet up with Luke, Leia, and Anakin midway down the hall.

"We won't be able to go that way." Han told them, hoping they found another exit.

"Looks like you cut off our only escape route." Leia's disappointment came out as frustration.

"Maybe you'd like it better in your cell, your highness." Han barked back at her ungrateful comment that they put their necks on the line for her. If they hadn't been shot at, Leia would've ripped his head off for saying that label the way he did.

  Luke grabbed Leia and pressed her to the wall behind a pillar, joining her in hiding. Han and Chewie followed suit. As for Anakin, he stayed in the middle of fire, feeling the force around him he felt where the blasts would come from and shoot when he could. He'd miss a lot of course, he was being shot at and steam covered his vision and hadn't used a blaster in years. Han was also shooting rapidly & not precisely. But if the Troopers hadn't been on the opposite side, they'd have admired Anakin's skill.

"C-3PO! 3PO, are there any other ways out of the cell hall? We've been cut off!" Luke tried his best to make contact with the droid over the loud blasts, eventually he heard a mumble, "What was that? I didn't copy!"

"I said: All systems have been alerted to your presence, sir. The main entrance seems to be the only way out. All other information on your level is restricted." 3PO reported.

"There's no way out." Luke told his friends.

"We can't hold them off forever!" Han yelled, "Now what?"

"This is some rescue!" Leia criticized their foolish acts, "You came in here and didn't have a plan for getting out?"

"Ease the brains, sweetheart!" Han rolled his eyes at her. Anakin wanted to kill him when he said that to his daughter, who began reminding him so much of her parents.

Leia felt determined then, she would prove her own in these sacks of jelly. She grabbed Luke's blaster and shot at the vent between Chewie and Han.

"What the hell are you doing?" Han saw the steam coming from the vent.

"Somebody has to save our skins." Leia walked across the hall, shooting as she went into the vent, "Into the garbage shoot, fly boy!" She tossed Luke his weapon then fell down the shoot.

Anakin smiled at her cunning wit. Just like her parents.

"Get in there!" Han pushed Chewie in, "Wonderful girl, either I'm gunna kill her or I'm beginning to like her!"

"You'll do neither!" Anakin's paternal instinct kicked in.

They didn't have time to argue. Chewie went next, then Luke, then Han, then Anakin. Each of them fell into the shoot and down into a room with disgusting, slimy water up to their knees. The smell must've been toxic it was horrible.