Accismus⋆౨ৎ˚⟡.• Anakin Skywalker⋆౨ৎ˚⟡.•

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'Please, with all things I've gone through...' Sol began to mumble to no one. 'Let us be okay. Let them be good and light.'

Maybe she was talking about the twins, maybe she was talking about Owen and Beru Lars. Whoever Sol called to, she yearned for reassurance. She had relied on Obi-wan's kind words and safe aura, but without him, Sol felt exposed to the elements. 

The transmitter buzzed as it rang its endless beeps, and Sol hung her head to focus on dulling the pain. Her teeth grinded together and her breaths came out in huffs. She felt the need to part her legs to ease the compressing sensation in her pelvis, but she knew what that could mean. She refused to give birth alone, and if she could prevent it before someone arrived, Sol would use her remaining energy to keep the twins at bay.

'Sol? Is that you-'

'It's happening. They're coming right now. I- Oh, Maker... please... get here now!'

'Hold on, Sol! I'll get Obi-wan and I'll be there soon!' 

The transmitter's signal went dead and the light that emitted from the connection dimmed. The house was still as Sol threw her head back against the wall and started breathing in through her nose, and out through her mouth. The intensity in her being was enough for Sol to want to break out into raging screams, and she wanted to thrash her arms around to expel the feeling.

All the tranquility and balance that Sol had attempted to achieve in her life as a Jedi was abandoned. All the emotions she had attempted to suppress in recent months broke free. With tears leaking out the corners of her clenched shut eyes, Sol looked into the Force and cried aloud,

'Help me, Anakin! Please, come and help me!'

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The star destroyer was under attack.

There had been rumbles of a rebellion forming against the Empire and they were working tirelessly to try and squash the talk before it became a reality. It had to have been only a small group, and it would be easy to locate its individual members and deal with them personally. But the Empire was still new and was learning the ways of those that desired the previous Galactic Republic. In order to eradicate the Republic's sympathisers, the Empire had to strengthen their army of storm troopers and had to find where the few rebels were hiding. 

But they didn't need to find them, as they were now in front of them. The star destroyer was near the core system when they were suddenly under attack by a cluster of x-wings and starfighters. Inside the control room, imperial workers rushed around in a panic. Generals and lieutenants shouted orders and workmen replied with the ship's vital levels and damage reports.

'Dispatch the fighter pilots!' a general ordered. The man stood over the lowered platform that contained screens and workers and faced his back to the battlefield.

'We have four at the ready, sir!' a workman said over his shoulder and the general turned to the windscreen.

'Dispatch all four!'

'Yes, sir!' 

From the hallway, Darth Vader turned the corner and appeared in the control room. His black cape whipped behind him from his quick steps and his thunderous boots stomped against the vinyl floor. 

At the entrance of the Sith apprentice, workmen parted from his path as they ran to give orders to the rest of the ship. A mouse droid that was zipping around the room backed away as Darth Vader approached the windscreen, before it shot out of the line of his falling boot just before it squashed its parts. The droid scurried out of the control room and Vader surveyed the attacking ships.