Star Wars Imagines

Weakness - Anakin Skywalker X Reader

  The Separatists were closing in. You were tired, and becoming weaker by the second.

  A layer of dirt covered your body, grimy and gross.

  You didn’t know how much longer you would hold out. Geonosis was a harsh, harsh place. 

  Your supply of men was thinning by the second, and their seemed to be a never ending surplus of droids and Geonosians.

 The Separatists attack was brutal, and they were using every battle droid available to ensure Geonosis was theirs. Commandos, magna guards, super battle droids, everything. 

  You ran behind a rock, pressing buttons on your comm. 
No answer. No support would be coming anytime soon. You were stuck.
You took a few deep breaths, sliding down the rock.   You were going to die here.

  You took a few precious moments to accept that, until finally you got back out from behind the rock, and into the vicious battle.

  You pushed back as many droids as possible, crushing and slicing and impaling, the clones at your back the whole time.

  You crushed a magna guard, knowing you didn’t have the strength to fight it. It was too strong, you too weak.

  A battle droid ran up to you, spraying blaster fire. You cut it down, and moved onto the next group, slashing off heads and limbs of all sorts. You did it tiredly, weakly, barely missing getting hit by the red lasers. There was only so much a Jedi could handle at once. This was truly pushing the limits.

  “General!“ You heard a clone say. He ran up beside you. "Hyena bombers in sector five, just entered the atmosphere!” 
Your heart sunk. This battle was drawing to a close, with a Separatist victory.

  "Scrape up everything we have. We may not win this, but we will die trying.“ You said.

  "Yes, sir.” He said obediently, and ran off, shouting orders at his brothers.

   You ran, growling, slashing and destroying with ferocity.

  The bombers neared, at you were helpless to stop them.

  One by one, they hit, and your clones numbers quickly decreased. You tried to save them, and you felt a stab of guilt in your heart at every body you saw lying on the sandy, orange ground.

  A bomb neared you, and you were thrown backwards. The impact knocked the wind from your lungs, and a magna guard hovered over you, and plunged its electro staff into your stomach. You screamed in pain, coughing as it brought its staff up again. You scraped up every ounce of strength you had, and pushed the magna back, just enough so you could get up.

  You ignited your saber, holding it out in front of you, coughing and wincing at the pain from every action.

  It struck, pushing down as its red eyes stared at you.

  You reached out, and crushed its midsection with  your free hand, with aid of the Force.

  You plunged your saber into its chest, and then sliced its weapon in half.