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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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The hum of Coruscant traffic outside the high windows was distant, like a whisper amongst a stream of friends. The room she laid in was dim, sterile, with warm sunlight casting soft reflections against smooth walls and medical monitors. They beeped and whirred, indicating her stir.
Dakota, no older than fourteen, stirred beneath a thick, white blanket. Her brow furrowed slightly at the light. She woke slowly, eyes heavy and chest rising with labored breaths. Her body was recovering from something—an illness or infection—but the worst had since passed.
She blinked, adjusting to the low light. Her dark tunics had been replaced with white garments, and the material was soft against her sensitive skin.
Then she saw it. On the small bedside table: a bowl of cut fruit, filled with bright, vivid pieces of melu run, her favorite. The edges were freshly sliced, the bowl still dewy with coolness. A glass of water sat beside it.
She frowned faintly, confused... but her emerald eyes trailed upward regardless, toward the tall, brooding figure standing at the far window.
He said nothing to her, despite sensing her awakening. His back was turned, arms loosely behind him. The folds of his tan robe hung still. He watched the world outside: the silver flow of airspeeders, the flash of blue navigation lights, and the shifting lights of the capital.
There was no exchange of words between them. Dakota's hand hovered over the fruit, but she didn't touch it yet. She just looked curiously to her master. He didn't turn.
The silence between them wasn't cold. It was familiar. The kind of silence only shared between two people who didn't need to say much at all.
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The blue glow of a scanning device passed over Dakota's exposed torso, flickering faintly as it read her vitals. She lay back on the examination bed, one arm folded beneath her head, the other resting limply by her side. Her fingers drummed against the mattress.
At her bedside, standing with arms folded, was her former master. They both watched the monitor like it owed them something as the scanner passed over her skin.
The medical droid emitted a few cheerful beeps as the monitor completed the slow process. "Scan complete. No significant traces of the Blue Shadow Virus remain in your cells. Immune response has stabilized. Clearance granted."
The screen blinked green.
Dakota exhaled, lowering her tunic back over her stomach. "So I'm not going to die this week. Damn it."
