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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: I hate this asshole sm but I love Jon Favreau so...
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Blaster marks littered the wall of the flat. Dishes laid broken with shards scattered in all different directions. The dining table had been flipped over on its side with the drinks spilt from their cups, staining the marble floor. Obi-wan stood amongst the mess of the room, rubbing his beard with his fingers.
Anakin was outside on the balcony with Ahsoka, calculating the possible outcomes of the confrontation. Members of the 501st were also present at the scene. Rex was on the roof, his helmet resting on the edge of the building as he scoped out the ground.
A shining object caught his eye, it rested in between the wall and a rooftop water tank. He bent down and picked up what turned out to be a lightsaber. The necklace was wrapped securely around the double-blades. He automatically knew that it was hers.
For a brief moment, he allowed his fingers to fiddle with the necklace. A deep sigh escape his lips as he thought of where the Jedi General could be. She has been by their side since day one, and the thought of not knowing where she was caused him great anxiety.
"Got something, Rex?" Fives approached and looked over his shoulder.
"The General's lightsaber. I found it here." The captain motioned, turning away from the ledge of the roof. "She made her way to the roof, but where she could've gone afterwards... I don't know."
"You're worried." Fives noticed.
Rex cleared his throat, lowering the saber down to his side as his voice unintentionally raised. "She's our superior, Fives. The leader of our battalion, and she's missing. Of course I am concerned!"
"Sorry brother, didn't mean to push a button." Fives backed away, giving a smirk. Rex shook his head in disproval. "Look, General Ky wouldn't want for us to worry about her. She'll come back to us, I know it."
"Yeah!" The young clone trooper, Kyle, added. "She hasn't let us down before!"
"Wasn't it just a few months ago that you were petrified of her?" Fives joked with Kyle, shoving him slightly to the side.
Kyle frowned. "Not funny!"
Rex remained the water tank, Dakota's saber in hand, the familiar necklace coiled tightly around its hilt. His thumb brushed along the cord again, slow and careful, as if any sudden movement might make the entire weapon disappear.
Footsteps approached behind him, quieter than a clone's.
He turned halfway, surprised to find the Duchess of Mandalore ascending the last step to the roof. Satine Kryze stood tall, her dress catching in the soft, moonlit wind, the glow of the skyline behind her.
