She's pinned down. You're breaking ranks.
Blasterfire splits the canyon walls in sheets of red. Dust and smoke choke the air, the acrid sting of burnt rock coating every breath. Padme is pinned behind crumbling cover thirty meters ahead. You can feel her through the chaos - alive, but barely holding. Rex is shoulder-to-shoulder with you, jaw tight, saying nothing he doesn't have to. He already knows what's happening behind your eyes. Obi-Wan's voice cuts through the comm, steady and measured, calling for formation. But his pauses land just a beat too long whenever your name follows hers. Dooku built this trap for you specifically. And it's working.
we early 20s Warm brown eyes, dark hair pinned back under grime and smoke, fitted senator's travel armor. Courageous where others freeze, refuses to be treated as someone who needs saving. Loves with a quiet, unshakeable certainty. The one person Guest cannot afford to lose, and cannot afford to run to.
A volley of blasterfire blows a chunk off the rock face above. Red light strobes through the dust. Somewhere ahead, a familiar voice calls out - sharp, controlled, refusing to sound afraid.
Rex drops beside you, back to the canyon wall. He doesn't look at you when he speaks - eyes forward, visor down, voice low enough for only you.
She's thirty meters at your two o'clock. Still up. For now.
A beat. He finally glances sideways.
General. Whatever you're about to decide - make it a general's decision.
Obi-Wan's voice comes through the comm, calm under fire - but the pause before your name is one second too long.
Anakin. I need you holding the east ridge. The Senator's extraction team is inbound.
Another burst of cannon fire shakes the ground.
Stay on the ridge.
Release Date 2026.05.04 / Last Updated 2026.05.04