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-flimsy is Star Wars for paper
-keep in mind that you're brilliantly strong with the Force despite being pretty young (about 16-17 years of age)

'𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨, 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥 '𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙄'𝙙 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙖 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜.'

-I Don't Want To Miss a Thing, Aerosmith

(Y/n) didn't know where she was going. Sure, she had a vague idea that the alarms had to do with Fives, but that could only lead her so far. It was only when a familiar droid shouted her name that she realised something was not right. Sure, she pulled him aside and out of the clutches of the clones escorting him to wherever, as well as got the chance to sit him down in her personal quarters and question the life out of him, but that did nothing to soothe her worries. 
Not after what he said. 

The blue glow of the hologram illuminated (Y/n)'s dark room as she kept her gaze focused on the writing in front of her. Chips, according to AZ-3 were the source of this whole mess (Y/n) had been thrown into. Not only that, but it was the reason why Tup couldn't control himself. "Is there a way we can fix this?" AZ-3 shook his head. "I do not believe so. Unless we remove all of these chips from each and every clone in this facility, then no."

(Y/n) ripped her gaze from the hologram and pulled herself out of her chair. She hauled open her closet doors, shovelling through a few boxes before producing the correct one. 
Hand painted flowers of all sorts lay on the cardboard's surface. Some exotic while others domestic and common. On the top of the box lay (Y/n)'s name stamped in black. She pulled off the lid and ripped out a note from one of her notebooks. AZ-3 looked at her quizzically. "Why not use a datapad? No one uses flimsy's anymore."

"Well I do." (Y/n) replied, scribbling a few paragraphs down. Once she signed off with her nickname, she taped the notes onto the box and securely closed the lid. As she placed the box in her closet, her comlink wildly beeped. (Y/n) kicked her closet doors shut and released a long sigh. "What a day." She tapped the glowing button on her comlink. "Master?"

"The Chancellor has requested for all evidence to be handed over to the GAR Medical Facility on Coruscant. You are to meet me in the main hanger right now." (Y/n) furrowed her brows together. "The Chancellor?"

"Yes."

(Y/n) wanted to say something, but she couldn't bring herself to. She simply didn't posses the strength to argue that the Chancellor was the least qualified candidate to investigate the case. Her mind screamed no, but a small, 'alright' left her lips. She couldn't hide the tired tinge in her voice. "I will be there in five minutes." (Y/n) ended the com, shoulders drooping as low as the churning seas outside. What part did the Chancellor play in the investigation? Why did he need all information transferred over to Coruscant when it could easily be looked over on Kamino? "I cannot believe this." (Y/n) whispered with a shake of her head.

"That the Chancellor asked for the evidence?"

"Yes." She walked to the door and sluggishly placed her palm on the control panel. The doors parted, allowing the white hall lights to leak into the dark room. AZ-3 followed (Y/n) out as the doors snapped shut behind. She glanced at him. "I suppose I'll see you when I get back?" 
"That is not likely," he said, "but I do hope that comes true." (Y/n) opened her mouth to ask why, but before she could, the droid disappeared down the hall. A part of her wanted to chase after him, but the more logical part told her feet to bring her to the hanger.

She trudged onto the ship before pausing. Fives was here on this ship. He was okay and most importantly, alive. Relief flooded her systems as she sent her master a brief nod of greeting. 

She made her way to the back of the ship, where Nala Se stood, towering over Fives who lay strapped to a hovering bed. "Fives." (Y/n) said. She disregarded Nala Se's presence entirely to stand at her friend's side. "What happened to your hair?" He chuckled a little. "AZ-3 had to cut it to remove my chip." (Y/n) folded her arms across her chest, an uncomfortable frown tugging at her lips. From the corner of her eye, she caught Nala Se glaring daggers her way. 

(Y/n) returned her gaze back to Fives. "So I've heard." 

"He told you...?"

"Everything. I'm sorry Fives, I wish there was more I could do to help." He shook his head, that stupidly strong facade faltering. There was a crinkle in his brow and a shine in his soft eyes, but as soon as it came, it disappeared. 

"'S not your fault." There was a moment of eerie silence as the ship took off from the hanger. The temperature dropped and the atmosphere became thick like sheets of ice. It dragged on until the blue of hyperspace illuminated from the cockpit. 

Shaak quietly called (Y/n) over and she sent Fives a nervous glance, who tried his best to smile reassuringly. "Was there something you needed?" she quietly questioned. There were a million thoughts in (Y/n)'s mind as she locked gazes with her Master. She knew Shaak Ti would never say or do anything to hurt her, but that damned silence said otherwise. It made her skin crawl, and her senses increase by tenfold as if to say that something was coming.
But what?

"I sense your fear." Shaak gently said. "And much sorrow and anger." Her willowy hand rested on (Y/n)'s shoulder and she gave it a good squeeze. "Close your eyes for a moment." (Y/n) knitted her brows and Shaak merely nodded, removing her hand. (Y/n) closed her eyes. "Clear your mind and breathe." 

The Force was swirling, spiralling around (Y/n); the silent telling through little tingles in her fingers and toes said that she was not alone. The galaxy was a wide place, and she was only a small part of it. The weight on her shoulders lifted, and she saw complete nothing in her mind. No worries, no deaths, only the Force. 
"What do you see?" 

The black abyss in her mind burst into a world of muted colours. There was a warehouse, dusty, old... She saw a face...Anakin? He turned towards her, eyes wide and filled with so many emotions. His lips moved, but no sound came out. Then, she heard it. A scream. But who was it from? 

"Medic!"

That was her. 

"We need a medic!"

(Y/n) slowly opened her eyes as Shaak gave her a curious glance. "I...I saw nothing." she lied. "All I saw was black."

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