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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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Narrator: "Love comes in all shapes and sizes! On great scape, Cad Bane and his notorious cruel band of bounty bunters, liberated Ziro the Hutt from a Republic prison, after holding a galactic senator hostage. The jedi council have assigned Obi-wan Kenobi and Dakota Ky to retrieve Ziro the hutt. Unknown to the jedi, we find Ziro in the clutches of the five Hutt families on the distant World of Nal Hutta"
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Dakota stared at the familiar ceiling of her temple living quarters. The world around her was not quite awake yet. Outside, the suns had just barely breached the horizon of the city.
She sat up in the bed, rubbing her eyes as her fragmented dreams faded from memory— dreams of stone busts, battle orders and crystal flowers. Vague glimpses of a throne peppered across her mind, but with each passing second, it faded.
Her back cracked a few times as she stretched her torso before slipping off from the bed. The floor was cold on her feet. She went into the washroom splashed water onto her face, already setting her itinerary of what needed to get done today.
While slipping on her silver jewelry, she contemplated the information given to her at the briefing last night in the Temple war room.
Ziro the Hutt, the intolerable slug, was freed from prison by none other than the infamous Cad Bane.
She instinctively rolled her eyes as she clipped on her earrings, the mere thought of that bounty hunter irritating her. Her and Obi-wan would be working together in order to recapture Ziro and bring him back to prison, and hopefully, deal with Bane in the process.
She walked towards her bed and grabbed her tunic from its hook on the wall, slipping it on over her head and fastening her waist belt around the fabrics. Following that was the blackened clone armor that accented her shoulders. They'd sustained one or two blasts over the course of the war and still held strong.
Beyond the glass window of her room, one of the suns was just beginning to poke out to greet her. Its warmth highlighted her skin through the blinds, and she closed her eyes to soak it in. She reached to pull the blinds up, allowing in a more heavy dose of the light.
In the windowsill was a small pot of soil, with a flower from Christophsis growing in it. Her intent had been to give it to Ahsoka.
However, when the Padawan had been standing before her upon their return to the Temple, suddenly parting with the crystal fauna became the last thing she wanted to do. She couldn't quite put it into words why it became a small attachment, but it did. Besides, it looked nice in her windowsill.
