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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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Mace Windu made his way across the Malastarian encampment toward the line of Republic tanks stationed along the eastern ridge. Beyond them, a range of jagged purple mountains stretched beneath a canopy of twinkling stars.
He spotted his former Padawan perched atop one of the Republic stun cannons. She was half-submerged in the maintenance hatch, her upper body emerging just enough to make careful adjustments to the cannon's exterior. A jammed mechanism resisted her efforts, and she wrestled with it, tool in hand, determination seeped into every movement.
"I just spoke with Urus," Mace paused at the wheel of the tank, resting his hand on the surface.
"Oh, man." Dakota braced for impact, keeping her hands occupied. The cannon groaned in protest as she twisted the tool, and she swore under her breath. This jam would take a lot more than just her. Anakin was busy relaying orders, and couldn't use his technical expertise to help make the adjustments.
Clones were scattered around the area, attending to their duties and readying the weapons. Kyle was on the other side of the tank, patching up bullet holes from previous attacks.
"He made a complaint about you." Mace enlightened, tilting his head up to look at her. "He doesn't seem to like you."
"He can get in line." She said distractedly as she leaned her weight into the tool, but it ended up jamming her finger. She yanked her hand back and shook her hand at the wrist, trying to dispel the pain from the fresh cut.
"We want an alliance with the Dugs, need I remind you." He continued.
"At the cost of our principles?" She returned, sucking the drop of blood from the scrap. Finally, she looked down at him from where she stood.
"No, of course not." He crossed his arms. "But we must mind the way we tread."
Dakota pushed herself up from the circular hatch and swung her legs out. She emerged and landed gracefully on the ground in front of him, clapping her hands together to rid them of metallic residue.
The jam of her index finger pulsed slightly but she ignored it as she said. "They want to kill that thing."
"I know."
"I can't allow that."
"Alright, but listen–"
She cut him off hastily. "You taught me to stand up for what is right and just. To follow our Code for all living beings." She defended. "I can't abandon those teachings for oil."
