I Am No Jedi: Ahsoka x Reader

Before-22

In the midst of the battle, a stray droid bullet hit the animal yoked to the chariot Padmé and Anakin were riding. The transport collapsed, throwing both Republicans onto the ground.

The two rushed into the shelter of the sideways chariot where they were less prone to the droids' fire.

The army of droids seemed endless. As soon as one was destroyed, two more would appear from the arena's entrances. Unlike Jedi, they were expendable and easy to manufacture.

Swarms of battle droids surrounded the chariot. Anakin worked hard to deflect the many blaster bolts headed his and Padmé's way. She herself was firing at the droids with deadly accuracy.

"You call this a diplomatic solution?" Anakin yelled to be heard over the sound of blasters.

"No, I call it aggressive negotiations," she answered. He grinned at his beloved.

A few minutes later, Anakin and Padmé joined the majority of the remaining Jedi as they moved towards the centre of the arena. They were hopelessly outnumbered. The bodies of many fallen Knights littered the sandy ground. The cluster of Jedi was surrounded by a silver and orange sea of battle droids, their metal gleaming in the sunlight.

All of a sudden, the droids halted. The regular droids cradled their guns instead of aiming them at the Jedi. The super battle droids locked their arms and contracted them.

The Knights lowered their lightsabers cautiously, and Padmé did the same with her gun.

"Master Windu. You have fought gallantly..." Count Dooku boomed from his old position on the balcony. The Jedi who had not seen him turned and most of them scowled. "...worthy of recognition in the archives of the Jedi Order. Now, it is over. Surrender, and your lives will be spared." Dooku finished.

"We will not be hostages to be bartered, Dooku!" Mace declared.

"Then in that case, I am sorry, old friend," the Count said.

One by one, with whirring and clacking sounds, the droids resumed their battle positions. The Jedi raised their lightsabers, ready for action and perhaps more death. Anakin spun his lightsaber and heard the reassuring thrum of the weapon.

A few dark shapes in the orange-yellow Geonosian sky caught Padmé's eye.

"Look!" She gasped, staring upwards.

All the Jedi immediately swiveled their heads and turned their gazes upwards.

Several Republic cruisers were hovering in Geonosis's atmosphere. Descending into the arena were multiple gunships. The crafts' shapes were dark, and the contrasting light meant that the Jedi were not able to see who was inside.

But they didn't have to wait long, for the gunships descended. Master Yoda and a group of white-armoured clones were visible on the first, and the others contained similar cargo.

The droids in the arena forgot about the Jedi and began firing at the gunships instead. But the machines were target practice for the clones, who shot back at them with minimum casualties. Two gunners at both sides of each gunship operated ion cannons, which blasted mounds of droids.

Meanwhile, the Knights below began attacking the droids as well. Now the machines were confused at who to shoot at, and most were quickly dispatched.

"Around the survivors, a perimeter create," Master Yoda commanded.

"Yes sir!" One of the clones nodded.

Soon, most of the droids had been cleared and destroyed. The gunships landed, forming a protective circle as Master Yoda had ordered.

Some of the clones jumped out and began firing at the machines with blaster rifles and rotary blaster cannons.

Spotting the gunships, many of the Jedi jumped aboard, being covered by the clones' fire.

The droids stubbornly kept firing but were shot down by deflected bolts and the clones' guns.

One by one, the gunships rose into the air, still firing.

Dooku watched the scenes unfold with growing irritation and just a hint of fear. He turned and disappeared into a tunnel, unseen.

The area was left littered with machine parts. Smoke permeated the entire arena, waltzing and dancing its way up into the stuffy Geonosian air. The thick grey wisps billowed about and left a rancid odour hanging about.

Boba Fett crouched down beside the metal. He lifted his father's Mandolorian helmet and slowly raised it level to his forehead. One final goodbye.

The young boy felt the cold steel cool his feverish, hot skin. He could also feel something else within him. Rage. Deep red rage and a thirst for revenge.

He would destroy the Jedi who killed his father.

He would destroy Mace Windu.