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hard contact

-welcome back
-have you read Hard Contact by Karen Traviss? It's amazing and I bet you all would like it too since you love clones as much as I do

hard contact: (n.), a situation when soldiers directly, or actively, engage others

'𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝘿𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡? 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝘿𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚?'
-𝙋𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙚𝙞𝙞, 𝘽𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚

The air-conditioning of the Imperial Star Destroyer was the first thing that hit (Y/n)'s senses as she was forcibly torn from her X-Wing. She had to remind herself to worry about what they'd do to her ship later instead of now. It wasn't as important as her and her squad's lives. Her men were not happy campers when they waltzed out of their own ship. Their hands were high above their heads as a few stormtroopers confiscated their blasters. There was an unpleasant stir in her gut, and she identified it as a mix of anger and shame. She knew they weren't surrendering, but it sure felt like it.

Darth Vader, (Y/n) re-called his 'name' to be, strutted across the immaculate floors with gusto. He had an effect on the stormtroopers, causing them to stand a little straighter than they had before. One of them was about to slap a pair of binders over (Y/n)'s wrists, but Vader held up a hand. He trotted on, stopping in front of her rigidly. Her boys cautiously kept their gazes on Vader, preparing to intervene if necessary. Him being in the same room as them meant life or death to the Nova Squad, but to (Y/n), it meant another chance to try again.

"Anakin--"

"Anakin Skywalker is dead." The gargle of his voice through the helmet echoed in the humongous hanger. It sent chills down her spine and made her fingers curl into fists. Anakin Skywalker, dead? No, he was standing right in front of her. "Liar." Her voice was scratchy, and uneven, and she knew Vader sensed the distress seeping into her bones. "Somewhere, I know he is in there. He wouldn't give up so easily, he does not have that weakness." Vader seemed to be staring into her soul as she glared right back at him. She searched for the familiar blue eyes of her brother, for even a sliver of familiarity behind that mask. For a moment, it was as if Anakin Skywalker really had died. She sensed it, felt that icy sensation nipping at her heels.

Then she felt it: a flicker of warmth, a flicker of hope. He was buried deep beneath layer upon layer of ice, as if he were in an eternal slumber.

"The Emperor has requested your presence." Vader said. "I expect you will be obedient and submissive." (Y/n) bit back a snarky remark from the tip of her tongue. "I see..."

"I want the clones interrogated and the padawan in the east detention block." She felt a tight grip around her wrists but she didn't struggle. Her men were her top priority, then from there, the Emperor and Vader. A plan began forming in her head. It wasn't very good, but she knew it would serve its purpose. (Y/n) turned to her men, absorbing the details of their armour and the way their heads tilted from under their helmets. "Commander?" Henry's voice was almost inaudible, it broke (Y/n)'s heart.

"Don't try it." said Vader. She turned to him as he began turning on his heel. "You cannot escape, even if you did give it your all. I suggest you put them in their cells--before they kill you." He disappeared out of the hanger as a chorus of 'Yes, Lord Vader' rang after.