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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 : oof I love Satine sm
"How did it go yesterday?" Obi-Wan asked that next morning as he walked down the steps of the Jedi Temple with Dakota. That was the second time she'd been asked a version of that question in less than eight hours, and she certainly wasn't going to hold back. She wasn't one to lower her defenses and share her emotions, but oh, could she vent when aggravated.
"This just might be the single most difficult task I've ever been assigned." She told him, crossing her arms over her chest with her eyebrows knit together.
"It certainly is the end times, then." Obi-Wan didn't hide his amusement.
Today was the day of the debate. Duchess Satine would plead her case to the Chancellor and the entirety of the senate. Dakota would escort her to the debate, would wait through the proceedings, through the vote, and transport her elsewhere if needed. All apart of her excruciatingly painful assignment so graciously bestowed on her by the Council.
"How did you last a whole year with her when you were a Padawan? I could barely stomach an afternoon."
"Once you get to know her, she's not all that bad." Obi-Wan assured, hoping to encourage her. She rolled her eyes. "It was the same way for me." He reminisced, and she raised an eyebrow at him. "She couldn't care for me at first when Qui Gon and I first arrived Mandalore. She hated me, but we soon became friends."
"I'm not interested in making friends." Was all Dakota said in response.
The pair arrived at the docking station for small transport ships on the east side of the temple. "Satine actually reminds me of you, in many ways." He admitted.
"Maybe that's why we don't like each other." Dakota shrugged off the conversation, not wanting to dwell in it anymore. A small transport ship landed, prepared to pick up the green eyed Jedi. "I'll see you at the debate." she told him, her voice sounding defeated.
Obi-Wan quickly outreached his hand to stop her from leaving, if only to hold her for a moment. "Dakota, are-"
"Before you ask if I'm alright, I'm fine."
Then the doors closed swiftly and the ship was flown directly to the hotel where the Duchess had stayed for the night. Dakota sunk in her seat, watching as the buildings glided by in the pale morning sky.
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"It grieves me to say it, but Death Watch is now a significant, deadly threat." The Chancellor spoke at the apex of the senate chamber. He was at the center of the large hall, a spot light shining down on him. A light murmur of agreement from the thousands of other senators followed after his words.
