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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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43 BBY | Kalevala
The Royal Palace.
I will make you the perfect Warrior.
That's what he said. And that's what he did.
The servants stood in a line. Their bodies trembled in fear as Torval Kryze walked by them, his calloused, apathetic blue eyes scanning each one of their frightened faces.
"Kill one." He demanded as he neared the final house servant, his frame finally pivoting to see his youngest daughter. His hand pointed at her with the same precision as if he were aiming the black blade.
Dakota froze at the command. Her small hands clenched, her nails digging crescents into her palms. "But they're— they've done nothing. How could I—?"
Torval's jaw ticked. He closed the distance between them in two strides, the weight of his presence suffocating her in an instant. She stole a step back as he said. "Then they are weak. Weakness spreads."
"I won't. I can't." Her voice cracked but carried, defiant as a gust of wind cut across the patio.
His boot slammed into the back of her knee. She collapsed, kneeling before the servants that she was meant to choose from. Her dark hair spilled forward, curtaining the fury and shame warring across her young face.
"Pathetic coward." His voice rumbled low, seething with disgust. "I will make you the perfect Warrior. Even if I must break you to do it."
His hand gripped the back of her collar and hauled her up. The cold hilt of a blade was shoved into her trembling hands. The servants in front of her wept silently, their eyes wide and pleading.
Dakota's chest heaved. Her fingers shook around the weapon. Torval's shadow loomed over her like an executioner.
"Do it."
Her grip tightened. Her jaw set. And for one agonizing heartbeat—she lifted the blade.
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Bullets strayed past her ears, cutting into the dirt. Dust blew up into the air, casting a purple haze over the ground.
"Don't you dare slow down." Dakota warned the clones, bringing up the rear as she defended the team from the incoming droids.
Spider droids crawled across the ground in a frenzy, blasting at them with their long range cannons.
For an hour, they had been ruthlessly pursed. Ahead of them was a steep drop that fell several hundred feet. It was their only means of escape. If they could get down to the lower level of the terrain, the spider's wouldn't be able to follow, at least not at first. That would give them enough time to outrun them.
