Star Wars: Imagines

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              "Lust," I smirked, motioning for my droids to finally lower their weapons off of the Son. He's obviously not a threat anymore, "You're gorgeous, and I'm a man. Not a good combination."

             "Why not use the emotion, love? It's more lightside rather than lust, which is darkside," she asked. I guess she hasn't realized that my droids and I don't have the gift to manipulate the force like her and her brother do, "It's much less evil."

             "I would happily love you, my dear, but we have only just met," I grinned, my mind still not being able to wrap itself around who these people are, and how we've never been able to find this planet before, "You should return to the galaxy with me, and we can rule over this war together."

             She shook her head in surprise, "War is against my nature, and besides, I don't even know your name."

"I am General (Y/N) (L/N) of the Grand Separatist Alliance!" I gushed, my droids saluting at the introduction, "These are my Commando Droids, Flash and Clive, at your service, Ma'am."

"I don't need your droids, (Y/N)," she snapped, using the force and snatching their weapons away, "I don't want your war here at all."

I frowned a bit. For some reason, her ability to avoid my mannerism and continue to be unswayed annoyed me. I always got what I wanted, especially women, but this one's ability to make me want her instead of her wanting me, just made me want her even more,

"How can I earn your affection?" I questioned, grabbing her hand as she began to walk away. The feeling of her flesh sent shivers up my spine, as if my nerves were getting shocked by a large lightning bolt,

"I told you not to touch me," she huffed, but halted, "I'm flattered by your attempt. If you want to gain my favor, abandon your silly war, and admit you are on the wrong side."

I bit back a remark, which essentially would've have insulted her. I believed with everything inside me that what I was doing was right. Am I willing to abandon my livelihood for a woman I just met? I am a well-respected General, I have friends, not to mention my family is in the Senate, and they would be banished for my betrayal,

"I'm sorry, Daughter," I whispered, strapping my Bo-Rifle back on my back, "I can't abandon my beliefs. You're beautiful, and I want nothing more than anything to be with you, trust me, but I have a job that I swore an oath to, not to mention I have people relying on me."

              She softly turned around, then her gaze softening slightly, and shifted to my bloodied hand from before, "What happened to your hand?"

              "Oh this?" I asked, now remembering about me losing my head, and smashing my fist into my ship, causing a giant gash to appear on my fist, "I let my emotions get the best of me. I'm fine, I've definitely dealt with worst."

                 Without muttering a single word, the Daughter wrapped her long, slim fingers around my bloodied hand. My fist went hot and numb, like I had dipped it into a hot tub for a while, but as she removed her fingers, the blood and gash had disappeared without a trace,

               "How'd you do that?" I asked, wiggling my fingers, half-expecting for the wound to reappear, "And another question; why'd you do that?"

                 She barely smiled, pushing a small piece of hair behind her ear, "Even though you won't admit it, I can sense the good in you. The fact that you have loyalty, dedication and a reason to stand by your beliefs is honorable. I respect you, (Y/N)."

                  The beautiful woman had somehow found a way to make me blush! That's never happened before,

                  "Well, thank you so much, darling. I need to head back to my ship and make sure my blasted droids haven't destroyed it worst," I mumbled, unsure about this emotion she was putting me through. I'm not kidding when I say I've never been flustered before.

                As we said our goodbyes, a tiny ounce of sadness lingered in my gut, like I was leaving something valuable behind. My droids didn't dare speak, but I knew they were thinking the exact same thing I was,

               "Go on ahead," I rolled my eyes, looking from Clive to Flash, "I know you're thinking it."

                "Why are you leaving her behind, General?" Clive asked mechanically while looking behind, making sure we weren't being followed, "I know we are just programmed bits, but Flash and I both know you two have some sort of connection."

                "Sadly, it can't be helped," I sighed, somehow feeling enlightened after this unplanned trip, "We will not be reporting to Count Dooku about this little excursion, got it? I don't want him to get the wrong idea, then send some droids to destroy this place."

                 Both droids saluted, and in unison, did their normal, "Roger roger,"'s.

                 As I approached my ship, I felt that familiar presence behind me. As Flash and Clive went inside to fire up the engines, and get my other droids ready, I turned around, coming face-to-face with the one I never wanted to leave,

                "What are you doing here?" I asked, smiling sadly.

                "A proper farewell, I suppose," she grinned, wrapping her arms around my waist, and pushing her lips softly against mine. Just like how it felt when she was healing my wounded hand, my lips and surrounding face went entirely numb, but it was the best feeling in the galaxy,

               "I thought touching you was forbidden," I teased, peppering kisses against her jawline in pure happiness.

                She intertwined her fingers with mine, pushing one more fateful kiss against my lips, "Just breaking tradition, I suppose."

May 6th, 2020
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