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Book 1
" My only order to you is to not follow orders "
Dakota Ky. General of the 501st, Jedi of the Galactic Republic. The Perfect Warrior.
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The Clone War is in full force across the galaxy. Jedi Knights of the Galact...
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A/N : Rex is the best character, change my mind.
(You can't)
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The glittering white lights of the endless city outside her window poked in through the drawn blinds. Luminescence reflected off her skin as she sat at the small table, legs pulled up to her chest. On the surface of the table was Mars's comm link, and on her arm, was hers.
She tapped her finger to her link, and it activated the receiver on his. Only days ago would he have responded.
Now, nothing.
There was much to say to him, and yet no way to say it. She tapped her comm again, the receiver flashed. Again, nothing.
And again.
She sighed, standing up from the table and opening one of the drawers of her dresser compartments. With a quick toss, she stored the comm device along with a dozen others and shut the drawer tight. Another sad relic to add to her collection.
She removed the outer layer of her black tunic, hanging it up neatly on the rack close to her bed, and then unloosed the belt that held her saber. The necklace caught her eye as she slid the belt off, the way its charms swayed in the city light that leaked into her room. She set her belt down on the table but kept her saber in hand.
A single memory was triggered by the sight of the necklace's charms, a memory that she will never forget no matter how hard she tries.
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Dakota stomped through the open double doors of her once great home with only a small satchel hanging from her shoulder. Her eldest sister chased to catch up, her purple dress billowing at her feet.
Finally, breathlessly, she caught her by the elbow. At the time, Dakota was only twelve. "You can't do this, you will not leave us like this." The older sister ordered, her grip tightening.
"I don't have a choice." Dakota replied spitefully.
"Yes you do, there is always a choice! Leaving our home to become a saber wielding crusader is not the right one." Her sister's tone fell to begging. "You belong here. With me."
"That's not true, and you know it." She pulled her arm from her sister's hand, emerald eyes low and avoidant. "After everything that has happened... " Her voice faded "I can't stay. I don't expect you to understand."
"Then make me understand! Stay here and make me understand. There is a logical, peaceful way we can go about this."
"There is no peace with that man." Dakota pointed to the man she called father who stood on the balcony of the palace. His ever watchful eyes consuming the scene beneath him.
