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WARNING: Heavy mentions of violence, murder and blood. Description of a panic attack. Minimum angst.
A/N: I'm not dedicating this chapter to anyone because I feel like it's not material for it lol. But don't worry! I have a list of people I wanna thank and will do in the next chapters.:) ALSO BEFORE STARTING, CHECK OUT THE CHAPTER BEFORE THIS ONE, IT'S PHOENIX'S OUTFITS!!! (It's already uploaded). I FINALLY FOUND SOME PICTURES OF HOW I IMAGINE HER SUIT! There's another A/N on the bottom of the episode, that's very important! If you participate in the activity I would be very grateful! Ok, enjoy!
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Y/n's POV
Stupid feet.
Stupid aisle.
Stupid carpet.
Stupid door.
Stupid me.
When I entered my room, I closed the door and stood against it, panting exaggeratedly, trying to catch my breath. No, no, no, no, no.
All of my limbs were shaking, my legs feeling like jelly beneath me, so I slowly dropped to the floor and hugged my knees. My eyes couldn't focus on anything in particular, making my surroundings incredibly dizzy. My heart thudded quickly in my chest, racing as fast as a naboo starfighter. The bloodrush pounded strongly on my ears, warming my whole face and almost deafening me. But the air. That was the worst part. I felt my chest tightening and closing around my lungs, like a heavy weight squeezing the last remnant of oxygen in my body. Oh man, I really screwed up this time.
My hands grabbed the door behind me and took the impulse to push myself up. My feet were dragged across the living room door to my kitchen sink, and I cupped some water and threw it on my face, hoping it would help me cool down. The continous splashing hit my face again and again, transforming itself from a muscle relaxer to a cold punishment. Every time a new wave of liquid would touch me, a new memory from minutes ago arised.
Splash. Him kissing my thighs.
Splash. His hand around my neck.
Splash. Him on top of me, thrusting.
I decided that my current actions weren't doing anything to help me out, so I walked to the little balcony and I sat in one of the lower walls, the height perfectly adapting to my butt level so I could rest easily.
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, trying to focus solely on the alleviating relief of the air passing through my nose. The process was repeated over and over again, until the pumping of my heart slowed down and the pain on my forehead dissipated.
My heavy eyelids opened when I felt calm enough. And if I wasn't already better, the always stunning city view erased the last signs of my panic attack. Just like a toddler in front of the TV, I stared at it for a good amount of time, just rocking my body soundly.
What the hell have I done?
I tried really hard to not throw myself a pity party. I mean, ultimately, I knew how wrong it was and I still decided to go ahead and provoke him. I played along this whole time.
That time when I watched him fuck the maid. That time when we kissed in the alley. Or when we kissed on the window by Qui-Gon's office.
Oh, Force, Qui-Gon.
I never imagined that the guilt train would hit me this hard. I sighed loudly and hid my face behind my hands. I was so embarrassed.
Since day one of my Sith training with Qui-Gon, he left one thing very clear:
—Are you sure you can kill Palpatine? Once you do it, you can never go back, Y/n. —Qui-Gon was walking around me. I was kneeled in the middle of the room, two lightsabers in front of me.
—Yes, Master, I'm sure. —I nodded hesitantly.
—I'm gonna ask again, Y/n, can you do it? I don't want you wasting my time. I need to know you are strong enough to carry it through. Do you have what it takes to kill your grandfather, the only person you have left? —he lowered himself to the back of my head, borderline screaming.
—Yes, Master! —I said louder, eyebrows furrowed with determination.
—Good! And why is that? —he asked, stopping in front of me.
—Because my hate is stronger than my attachment! —I roared.
—Excellent! And what does attachment make us?
—Weak! —I shouted.
—And are you weak?
—No!
—What are you?
—I'm a Sith!
—Who are you?
—I'm Darth Phoenix!
—Who?
—Darth Phoenix!
—Good! And what are you going to do?
—I'm going to kill Sheev motherfucking Palpatine! —I shouted, my eyes finally glowing yellow and my voice shaking with hate.
—That's right! —He laughed victoriously. —I'm proud, young one. You're ready. —He smiled proudly.
—You think so? —I was full of hope.
—Yes, I truly believe you're ready for the mission. —He distanced himself by walking to a table on the other side of the room.
—Qui-Gon, can I ask you something? —the question left my lips trembling after some moments of silence.
—Sure, what is it?
—You say that attachments make us weak... However, I...umm...—I was scared to speak the next words, but my curious mind would not leave me alone until I had my answer.
—Just ask away, Y/n. —He said while checking out some books. I cleared my throat and collected courage.
—If attachments make us weak... then why are you bringing your friends over to the Empire? —His body stiffened the second I stopped talking. —I'm sorry, you don't have to answer, I know I overstepped-
—No, no. I'm glad you are asking. It's a good question actually. —He walked to me and sat in front of me. —You see, Y/n, I've seen with my own eyes what attachment can do even to the strongest warriors. —He lifted his finger. — An attachment means caring for someone and that immediately steals part of your control and focus; that could be invested in something else. In something much more important. An attachment can be a family member, the person you are in love with or even an old friend; it doesn't matter who. That person is instantly a weak spot for you.
He pointed at me, giving me time to take in his words.
—But if those are strategic, it could be a strength. My friends make me stronger, together we are a team and we back each other up. Just like two lightsabers. —He grabbed both sticks and swung them after igniting them, teaching me a defense move. —If the people you keep close benefit you, then it's not an attachment, but an alliance: if they make you better, if they make you reach your goals, if they move in the same direction as you do. But if it's quite the contrary...—He joined the blades, making one large weapon. —... if they make you lose yourself, confuse your purpose, need them... then it's a weakness. Having an attachment requires having the most absolute determination and balance... —and he balanced the double blade perfectly on his hand.—...because else, you could burn yourself. —and he twirled the right side, leaving it inches from my skin, making me feel the heat upclose. —And nobody can do that. It's impossible. You cannot have an attachment and succeed.
—Nobody? — I tilted my head, kinda disappointed. I didn't trust people. I never did. Qui-Gon was the first person I ever allowed to get close to me, but even though I knew how horrible people could be, I still held the hope that somewhere, somehow, someone out there would show me how wonderful love and comfort could be. Maybe I was foolish for thinking so, but life couldn't be so bad, right? There were happy people in the galaxy, why couldn't I be one of them?
He chuckled lightly. —It's very difficult, Y/n.
—It's that why the Siths have the Rule of Two?
—Mainly, yes. We Siths have a different point of view about attachments from the Jedi, but in the end, it's the same result. Attachments mean vulnerability, something we cannot allow in ourselves. —He shrugged his shoulders. —The ancient Sith believed that having only one apprentice per master allows us to be more in control of our fate and reassure the growth of each generation of Sith Lords.
—Then why are you going to have three? —I furrowed my brows. —Wouldn't you be scared of us plotting against you?
—Not really. —He laughed. —I'm letting the three of you join me because I trust you guys. That's what will make us different: our bond of trust will make us thrive. But only if there are no secrets and we have the same goal in mind. And that includes no attachments. With anyone. I know Anakin and Obi-Wan understand that. Do you, Y/n?
I hesitated, saying yes meant burying my hope of ever finding... something.
Qui-Gon put the lightsabers down and he touched my shoulder in support.—I know it sounds kind of pessimistic, but it's the way to be. You will find it better to distance yourself from others. It will actually keep you safe. Haven't people only disappointed you over and over? —I nodded, full of embarrassment. —You see? There's a reason for everything.
He was right. When was love ever trustful? No one has demonstrated that to me yet. And I doubt I will ever let my walls down enough for someone to prove me otherwise. Why risk it? I needed to get tough, ruthless. Think about myself more and never forget: at the end of the day, you only have yourself. Besides, the only thing in my life that seemed stable was Qui-Gon's protection and casual hookups gave me more than enough dick to survive. Shit, I needed to return Maul's call...
—What happens if we ever disobey you? — My eyes widened in terror in wait for a response.
—Well, I truly hope it doesn't come to that. I choose my attachments wisely and I truly care about all of you. I would hate the day one of you goes against my teachings and betrays me. But I have my priorities straight and I will not hesitate to cut someone off if I know they are only crossing me or my plans, young one. —His yellow gaze darkened, sending shivers down my spine. — Do I make myself clear? I need to know that you understand this, Y/n, I won't allow any type of meaningful relationship on my team during my ruling, specially from my apprentices.
—Yes, Master. Thank you, Master. —I bowed my head to him.
—You're welcome, little one. Remember, I trust you. You will not fail me, right? —He tilted his head in an accusatory manner.
—No, Master. I will never do something to harm you or your imminent Empire. Neither will I jeopardize our plan or go against your will. I have my priorities straight, you can trust me. —I looked down, not being able to hold his burning gaze.
—Good, Y/n. I have faith in you. —He handed me the double blade, now turned off. —Now, what do you say if we go out and eat? What are you in the mood for? —He hugged me by the side.
—Burgers sound good. Wait, quick question, do one night stands count as attachments...?
I hugged myself and placed my face between my knees.
What would he think of me?
I bet he would be so disappointed. He wouldn't dare to look at me. I bet that in the best case scenario, he would send me off to the Outer Rim. In the most realistic scenario? Kick me out of the team for good and exile me to Exegol again. I liked to think that we would never hurt me physically, let alone kill me.
I whined at the thought and a few tears slipped down my face. I hated this whiplash; I just felt like I betrayed the only person that has ever trusted me.
And out of all of the people in the galaxy, with his other apprentice? The person I hated with all of my guts? I growled at the thought, hating that I was feeling like shit when Anakin was probably completely breezy. And also hating myself for letting my hornyness take control of my life and ruining it in just a couple of days. Hell, in a matter of minutes. That's why you don't think with your pussy.
My stomach grumbled, ripping me out of my brain storming. And how could I blame it? I haven't eaten anything since yesterday. I thought that maybe some food would help me out in relieving my nerves. Right now, I was not in the right place of mind and the hunger was only making it worse. Once I ate and relieved some stress, I was going to be better and then I would make the right decisions. But I needed to get out. I could not spend another minute here. Also, Aldo's burgers sounded pretty good right about now.
Before exiting my chambers, I checked myself in the mirror and fixed the disaster of appearance I had. I showered quickly, changed into a black suit with long sleeves and a turtle neck, a protection vest on top (Suit #6). I wanted to feel as covered as possible, maybe that way no one would notice how vulnerable I felt.
My boots rushed through the aisle, hiding every few corners, hoping not to run into Anakin, or Qui-Gon, or Obi-Wan for that matter. I thought that because a lot of time had passed, the kitchen would be deserted, giving me a chance to walk past it and go straight to the hangar.
But "surprise!" said the motherfucking karma, because ta-da, the three men were on the kitchen island, enjoying the fluffy treats. My heart fell to my stomach, making me feel the hurling inside of the latter. There it was, fucking Anakin Skywalker, eating pancakes totally laid back. I was right, he wasn't a nervous mess like me. Acting like he didn't fuck my brains out just an hour ago. He smirked cockily towards me, sensing my tense state and I squinted my eyes back. Fucking hell, the ability this man had to make my blood boil was impressive. An animalistic hate surged from me when I saw that stupid grin. Why isn't he freaking out like me? And why is he eye-fucking me with Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon still on the room?!
—Phoenix! I saved you some pancakes, darling. —Obi-Wan smiled, pushing the plate in my direction. —Don't worry! I didn't forget about the chocolate chips.
—Oh, thanks, Obi-Wan, aren't you the cutest? Do you feel better? — He nodded with a gentle smile. Even though the pancakes look delicious, my ferocious hunger was obstructed by an awful stomach ache, courtesy of Anakin's intense gaze. I could not think while having Anakin's eyes completely fixated on me, terrified that the other two bearded men would know about our... shenanigans.
—Are you going somewhere, Phoenix? You seem in a rush. —Qui-Gon asked, scratching his beard with furrowed brows.
—No, no. I was just going out for fresh air, maybe go for a ride on a speeder. Today's really hot, isn't it? —I fanned my face, the beads of sweat threatening to fall from my forehead.
Are you hot, sweetheart?
My shields blocked his annoying voice and I quickly put the cut piece of sweet dough on my mouth to prevent me from talking back.
—Then why are you wearing a turtleneck? —Obi-Wan asked, confused. Anakin chuckled at the question and munched on another piece of honey-covered pancake.
—Well... I was actually going to the Underworld and you know how it is in there. —I rolled my eyes playfully, acting out relaxed. —There's so many freaks, I don't want to risk it and get infected by anything. —I nodded, devouring the plate before me.
—Good thinking. I honestly believe there's a virus in every corner. It's just absolutely filthy down there. —Qui-Gon scrunched his face.
—Yeah, absolutely filthy. —Anakin repeated, staring at me. I force kicked his leg to which he whined quietly and flinched in confusion.
—But what a coincidence that you're going to the Underworld. Qui-Gon was just telling us about a riot on Lower Coruscant. Apparently a bunch of citizens are striking against the Empire. —Obi-Wan commented but he stopped to check on me. — Are you sure you are okay, darling? You look like you're hyperventilating. —Obi-Wan asked, worried.
—Oh, don't worry Obi-Wan, she was all sweaty during our training earlier. —Anakin commented with a smirk and my hand was this close to grabbing a fork and stabbing him in the throat.
I sent daggers his way with my gaze. —Citizens, you say? —I furrowed my eyebrows, deviating my attention to Qui-Gon.
—Yeah, but it's most definitely orchestrated by the rebels. It's not a big deal, I was gonna send just some stormtroopers to keep them at bay. —He shrugged his shoulders, drinking the last of his tea.
—No! —I interrupted. They all raised their eyebrows in confusion. —I mean, if it's rebels related it would be best if one of us go, right? And I'm already on my way there, so, yeah, don't worry, I got this. —I stood up at a rapid pace. Thank the stars, any excuse to get out of this hell hole.
—I can go with you. —Anakin offered with a devilish grin. For fuck's sake, I just want to be alone and the farthest away from him as possible.
—No, I will do this alone. I'll take the 399th with me. —I stated confidently. Anakin challenged me silently, almost like he was trying to corner me into giving in.
—Okay, just be careful. I want as few casualties as possible. —He pointed at me with a serious look, only to break character by laughing. —Who am I kidding? Go and have fun. —He nodded approvingly.
—Thanks Qui-Gon! —I smiled widely, hugging him quickly. —Thanks Obi! —I kissed his cheek. —Anakin. —I said seriously, not even looking at him, making my way to the exit.
—What? No kiss for me? —He asked.
—Fuck off. —And I flicked him off.
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I turned around quickly and pierced the rebel's abdomen before he could stab me. Force, this is just what I needed. I grabbed him by his jaw to get him closer and chuckled on his lips, just to feel his last breath leave his lifeless body. I tossed him aside like the piece of garbage that he was and continued to analyze the perimeter with my glowing, yellow eyes.
When we got to the riot, it was totally out of control. The rebels decided to infiltrate as regular citizens and take an Empire quarter hostage, demanding for the Empire to stop their attacks on their bases. I laughed directly at their faces, showing them how lame I thought they were. So it was completely consequential that after that we would engage in a belic encounter. Fine by me.
A bunch of imperial guards were already dead by the time we arrived. Pathetic. However, even though our support was lost, we were winning by miles. I enjoyed slitting people up tremendously, I even got creative with the ways I would cut them up. Up and down, from their middle part to their head, split them in half, cutting their limbs first so they would scream in pain. Oh, the sweet melody.
Somehow the mission turned out to be a very therapeutic encounter, allowing me to relax and let go of my anxiety. The magnetizing sounds of the saber soothed me and reminded me of comfort, of a familiar feeling. whenever I had someone's life on my hands, it assured me how I was still in control, how fucking powerful I was. Also, I realized that there was no need to freak out. It was meaningless sex, just two people shaking their hate for each other with good, old sex. There was certainly no love whatsoever, meaning that it wasn't an attachment. So I was safe. This is exactly what I needed. The hell with Anakin and his fucking cock. I just needed to remember myself and stick to two simple rules: act like it didn't happen and never do it again. Maybe Qui-Gon didn't know yet, so I just needed to make sure that Anakin wouldn't say a word and my life would go back to normal. Ahh, everything is clearer during bloody war. I sighed peacefully.
I kept walking, calculating my attack on my next target. I spotted a brave woman shooting at some of my troopers, her great aim taking a toll on my soldiers. Once she felt my presence, she turned around and her blaster was now directed at me. I deflected each and every one of her attempts of hurting by just twirling my double blade side to side. When she saw me close enough, her first instinct was to grab a little dagger from her belt and try to direct it to my throat, but of course, I stopped her arm with the Force before she could even reach me. I kept her immobilized, feeding on her fear. A cruel smirk showing on my face as I stepped closer to her, whispering:
—Who's in charge here? —I tilted my head menacingly.
—Ah- Ugh- —She had trouble speaking so I loosen up my grip, keeping the force choke around her throat. —W-We- We are a unit! —She gasped for air desperately. —T-There's no leader here! Even if there was- Ugh- I wouldn't tell you, you whore! — My eyes widened at the courage.
—You surely have guts. Let's see how long that lasts, shall we? —This time my hand was the one clutching her neck, gripping tightly. —I'm gonna order my troop to kill an innocent civilian for every second you make me waste. Understood? —She cried when I squeezed her harder. — Good. Trooper TY-336, formed those people up. The show is about to start.
The innocent (and crying) people were kneeled in the middle of the chaos, soldiers and rebels running around, the blasters sounds being completely annoying. A huge cloud of smoke made our vision difficult and the smell of the battle was similar to burned toast. The woman on my hand tried to escape by punching my arm, needles to say, it was useless.
—One. —I counted. She didn't speak, she just shook her head. —No? Trooper, shot! —And the trooper killed an elder man, whose body flopped to the floor. Tears began to run in the rebels face, desperation spilling from her gestures.
—Two. —She still did not speak, so TY- 336 went ahead and decapitated a young woman. —Such a waste.—I faked sympathy.
—Three! —I shouted, growing angrier. She choked on her gasping for air, but still didn't say a word. I heard a blaster shot and a bump on the ground—You know? To be the good guys you are being so offly cruel. —I pouted my lips. —Should I step it up? Where are the children? — I smiled sinisterly. That's when I noticed something really interesting, she was deviating her eyes from me from time to time, focusing on a rebel ship kind of far from us.
—N-NO! I'll tell you, b-but please- —I interrupted her tired.
—Yes, yes, yes. The kids are gonna be left unharmed. — I rolled my eyes. —Who, bitch? —I asked once more.
—It's General Beren! He's trying to leave as we speak! —She rushed to say, her oxygen supply shortening.
—Nice doing business with you. —I dumped her on the ground, stepping on her throat until I sensed the delicate tube break. —Fucking bitch. —I mumbled frustrated. —You know what to do, kill them all. And burn down the houses, they are all unloyal rats. —I directed my legion, they immediately obeyed.
I ran to the ship. There was, in fact, a man whispering into a commlink and starting up the vehicle to fleet. What a coward. I couldn't hear what he was saying at first, nonetheless I knew he was talking to a fellow rebel by the way his voice was trembling for help.
—A true leader stays behind with their people. Not hiding like a rat. —I spoke firmly, scaring the living soul out of him.
—Stay back! I'm not afraid to shoot! —He tried to threaten me when he saw me walking to him.
—I would normally play along, but I'm really tired now. —I threw my head back exhausted. When I saw his dark intentions of pointing at me, I broke the sabers and held the left one close to his neck, which was exposed thanks to my grip on his hair. —So, are you gonna cooperate? Or do I have to beat the truth out of you?
—I will never betray the cau- —he began to scream, but was stopped by the abrupt way his nose hit the control table. He whined in pain, not believing what I did.
—Oh, fuck off. —Obi-Wan is really rubbing on me. —Where are your bases located?
—No- —Another bump on his face, this time it was his right eyebrow the one that was hurted.
—Who commanded the attack? —My patience dropping to zero and my eyes burning hellishly.
—N- —Another strike of his face to the table. I actually gave him three more that time just because he was getting under my skin. I saw a flashing light appear from the pocket of his now red-stained shirt and took it out. It was his commlink. It had a little message on it, however, I didn't know what it said, it was a strange dialect that I didn't recognize.
—Are you going to talk or...?—My fingers twirled the device, analyzing it.
—The Empire will fall! You're all going to die! The rebellion will- — Drops of spit splashed from his mouth, disgusting me. His dreadful look almost made me feel sympathy: shattered nose, blood running like an open faucet and swollen eye.
—We're all going to die someday, asshole. —I rolled my eyes and continued to beat his head against the border of the panel, this time with the full intention of killing him. After a few bumps, the weight of his body increased and his little squirming stopped. Job done, let's go.
I stepped outside and the battle was already over: the little section of the Underworld burned down to ashes, no survivors and no casualties from our side. We went back home and I took the opportunity to congratulate my squad for their effort. Before getting to quarters, I ordered a little detour to a pharmacy, where I bought a plan B pill. I hesitated on purchasing a birth control plan, nonetheless, I wasn't planning to make our little encounter a routinary thing, so I stuck with the day after treatment.
When I arrived, I felt marvelous, like I was renewed. I never noticed how much I missed being in action, after all, that was my life for the past two years. Maybe the stupid sex was a consequence of withdrawal. Even though I felt a thousand times better, I was still not ready to face Anakin, so my plan of ignoring him was still in motion.
I was on my way to Qui-Gon's office to report him on the mission and to give him the funny little gadget, when I ran into Obi-Wan in the lobby.
—Now who looks like crap? —He mocked my dirty appearance.
—I may look like crap but I feel wonderful. I missed force choking people. —I let out a big exhale as I opened my arms. He laughed in agreement.
—I agree, but there's something about slitting people up that will never be topped. —He sighed to the sky in admiration. —I also feel like it's more civilized, you know? The saber is such an elegant weapon, it almost feels like abstract art when their bodies fall apart. —I chuckled at the exhaustive description. Why is he so old?
— Calm down, Wan Gogh. It's just slaughter. —I put my hand up as a way to tell him to drop a few more noches. —Also, why do you talk so gracefully, even with murder? —I shrugged my shoulders confused.
—I may be a Sith, Y/n, but I'm not a savage.—He answered with sass, putting his hand on his chest. — Words can be a sharper weapon than lightsabers. —He nodded.
—Mhm, sure, you sound like a politician. —I squinted my eyes playfully. He rolled his eyes giggling.
—Hey, what's that on your hand? —he asked, scratching his beard.
—Oh, it's this rebel leader comlink. I found it on my mission, although I don't understand the message on it. I think it's an old dialect maybe? — Obi-Wan took it after I handed it to him. He analyzed for a few seconds before his eyes widened. His eyes shot back up to me, a worried look plastered on his eyes.
—Has Qui-Gon seen this? —He asked, his voice matching his facial reaction.
—No, I was on my way to him. Why? What is it? —My relaxed posture left to make room for sudden nerves.
—Take it to him. Stat. —I nodded fervently, rushing my pace to his office. On my way to it, I saw Rex and Anakin on the adjacent aisle discussing something. Maybe it was me overreacting, but I could swear that I saw his intention of walking up to me, but I sped up, almost running so I could escape from him.
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Qui-Gon's POV
I slid my door open when I sensed Y/n approaching. I left my book on the desk, as well as my tea cup and I straightened my posture, putting my feet down back to the floor.
—How was it, young one? Did you have fun?— I was interested in knowing about how she was feeling. I knew that the change from the Outer Rim to here on Coruscant could be hard for her, even if she didn't notice it. Out there, she was all alone and totally independent, now she has to share her space with strangers, basically. However, I must thank Obi-Wan for softening her transition to our headquarters; they seemed to be getting along. With Anakin, well, that's another story. However, thanks to my newly acquired information, I knew that they were... getting closer. I was conscious that her routine changed entirely and even though there was no need to (her presence on the Outer Rim worked wonders for me), I missed her way too much and I thought it was her turn to experiment the imperial life.
—It was really fun, Qui-Gon, thanks for asking. I really missed being in action. —She smiled excitedly.
—What's the final report? —I grinned happily.
—Zero survivors, zero casualties from my legion and the neighborhood was destroyed as a warning. —She reported proudly. I clapped at the outcome, pleased with the news.
—Excellent! Congratulations, Y/n, I'm so very proud. —I praised. —And I'm glad you are missing the field, the Hoth mission is really close, remember. —I reminded her. She stiffened at the words but quickly loosened up. —Now that we are on the topic, I was talking to Anakin about today's training...—Call me crazy, but her face paled up in a millisecond. —Y/n, you should really change clothes, that turtle neck is totally unbalancing you, you're all pale, kid. —I frowned worryingly. She let go of the air trapped on her lungs and asked.
—You were talking to Anakin about...? —she encouraged me to continue.
—Oh yeah, he tells me you are finally agreeing on certain things and that the training sessions are delivering results. I'm glad to hear it! —I nodded excitedly. —He says that you two are pretty aligned, getting closer. Thanks for giving him a chance, Y/n, it really does make me happy that you are finally coming together. —She swallowed harshly at my words and smiled toothless.
—Anything for the team, Master. —Seeing her commitment to our cause and team quieted my troubled mind and allowed me to take a break from worrying about Anakin and Phoenix's rivalry.
—Great! Anything else that you wish to share?
—Yes, actually. I retrieved this from a rebel leader. It has a message but I can't read it. —I straightened my posture to grab said object after she handed it to me. It looked like a regular commlink, but it did have a few letters in an ancient Jedi code, one that was known only by old and/or wise Master Jedi, on its screen. No, it can't be. I was terribly confused by it, given that all the people that would know this should be dead, besides me, Obi-Wan and Anakin. I felt a cold spasm break on my body, goosebumps running through my skin at the realization of the message's meaning.
"May the Force be with you."
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How are we feeling about Phoenix's reaction? Do you think she is overreacting? Any thoughts on the flashback? I get so sad every time I write flashbacks, she was so fragile back then :(
About the revelation: Something I need to clarify is that Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan and Anakin really thought that they killed all of the Jedi (I jumped the gun in the previous chapter but I already fixed it lol), so this message opens up the possibility of having survivors :0
Now, the activity! :) I'm doing a Phoenix Q&A! So basically you can ask questions about the story/plot: "Is it gonna have a happy ending?" "Who was Anakin's master?" Maybe questions that I haven't answered yet and that you want to know (no spoilers obv).
Or you can ask questions directly to the characters! If I have enough questions for them, I will do like a little one shot, simulating an interview with them! Breaking the fourth wall like in WandaVision my friends :) Example: "Qui-Gon, who's your favorite one?" "Phoenix, what's your favorite color?" It can be serious or silly stuff hahaha.
Or you can ask me stuff if you want! Like my inspo for writing Phoenix, my favorite SW character/movie/ship, idk! Literally whatever you want, except very personal questions or things that would put me at risk or make me uncomfortable, like my social security number lol.
I really hope you participate because I think it's a really fun thing to do haha I'm literally dying to write the interview thingy. You can drop the questions here or in my inbox —>
Thank you, loves! Until Tuesday! ❤️
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