Prompt:
(Y/N) was a Separatist General during the Clone Wars. Alongside his fleet, he finds Mortis, and stumbles upon the family living there.
Requested by JoeyKirkpatrickJr
Part 1!
He/Him❥
1st POV
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"Call back the fleet! The fog is too heavy here!" I called into my com, which held contact to my entire Separatist fleet, "Do you copy? Commander?"
"We have lost contact to our entire fleet, sir!" my leading Commando Droid, which I occasionally called Clive, called up. I strictly use Commando Droids mainly instead of Battle Droids; much more effective and always get the job done, "And it seems like we're locked in a tractor beam of some sort. We can't move the ship."
I smashed my fist angrily onto my console; causing shards of the electronics to gets wedged into my flesh, "There's not a single ship out here besides mine! It seems the rest of the fleet has gone missing! How the HELL are we caught in a tractor beam?"
"I regrettably can't calculate that answer, General," the droid called back, "What would you require of me?"
I grabbed my Bo-Rifle off my back and cradled it in my arms; my anger rising at the fact that we were caught off guard, "There's nothing we can do as of now. Wherever this beam takes us, I want you, and the rest of my Droids to follow me off-ship, and we take whatever the hell the ship that has us in the beam owns. We leave no survivors. No one humiliates General (Y/N) (L/N) like this."
"Roger roger," the Commander croaked, "Might I suggest you buckle up, sir. It appears what has us in a tractor beam isn't a ship, but a whole planet."
"Did you say a planet, Clive?" I asked in amusement, "Are your sensors fried? There's no planet charted that can drag in a ship at this size."
"That's the other thing, General," a droid from across the bay hollered out, "This isn't a plotted planet. I can't seem to recognize it at all."
I dug my fingers into my chair and huffed out through my nose, "Prepare for a messy landing then."
Our ship landed as expected— by crashing into a mountain. Luckily, I didn't lose too many droids, and the ship was reparable, but what that meant, is I could only spare two droids to travel on the surface with me; Clive, and another Commando Droid, who I have yet to name yet,
"Be sure to have this ship fixed by the time we've returned, or else it's you who will have to report to General Grievous!" I yelled, which earned multiple 'Roger rogers.'
As the three of us were walking away from the crash sight, the unnamed droid stopped immediately,
"General, there seems to be a large amount of force-energy radiating from the East," he mechanically reported, "Not Jedi or Sith though. It's something else that I can't understand."
I eyed Clive, which he nodded in agreement, "I'm picking it up too. I believe whoever it is that holds this much power is the one responsible for dragging us out here."
"I'll call you Flash then," I smirked, clasping my hand roughly down on the now-named droid, "You're quick. I like you, and I'm sure, depending on this outcome, Dooku and Grievous will too."
"Roger roger," Flash replied, following Clive and I towards the East where he originally identified this power.
As the trip continued, I felt the strange sensation of being watched. I've only felt this feeling once before, and let's just say it didn't work out well for the sweet little Lasat girl who decided to learn more than she should've, which is where I got my iconic Bo-Caster. Shouldn't have stuck her nose in other people's business.
Cocking my head slightly to the side, I clench my weapon roughly in my hand; activating the lightning rod, twisting around on my heel, and jabbing the weapon at the unidentified force, but she dodged like an expert,
"What?" I gasped, lurching backwards as a swift kick landed into my gut, causing the wind to leave my lungs. I heard Clive and Flash ready their weapons, "Wait, don't shoot! I wanna see these force-sensitives."
Gasping, I sat up, the breath still not completely returning to my body. I was met with two pairs of eyes, "Get your hands off my sister, mortal!" the darker one growled.
"Why bring your war to our peaceful planet, Separatist Scum!" the gorgeous woman growled, holding her hands up in an attacking position, "You're not the man we've been looking for all these long years, so get off of our planet!"
Smirking, I pick myself up, dusting off my crisp grey pants, the navy blue Separatist Symbol ripped in half from my fall, "Honey, I would if I could, but your horrid tractor beam on this planet desecrated my ship."
"We could just kill him," the man from before smirked, licking his lips evilly. There was an aura about him. He radiated an evil that was unmatched by even the Count, "Would make our day easier."
Clive and Flash aim their weapons at him again at the threat, but I couldn't bare to be scared. I wasn't intimidated at all by this man,
"Who are you, and what is this place?" I asked, finally beginning to get my breath back, "And is there anywhere I can pay to get my ship fixed?"
The woman crossed her arms across her chest, "Aren't you a Separatist? Don't you just pillage where you please? Why don't you just force us to fix your ship, kill us, then burn our sacred home."
"I could, but I'm in a good mood, sweetheart," I smirked, rubbing her chin with my calloused fingers, "Now, need I repeat? Who are you?"
"I am the Brother, and she is the Sister. We are the Son and the Daughter. The beginning and the end," the man smirked, "And never touch her again. It's forbidden."
"First off, I hate riddles, so cut that shit out, and who said I can't touch her? She's gorgeous and I want to show my affection," I grinned, not liking the attitude of this 'brother,' yet he definitely showed off a better Separatist and Sith side than the Daughter, but from what I can tell, this experience should be interesting.
"It's forbidden to touch one of the three of Mortis!" she shouted, obviously getting irritated at my antics, which was my goal all along— the girls love teasing,
"There's another one?" I chuckled, elbowing Flash in the stomach, causing my elbow to go numb, but I shook it off, "Is she hot too?" At that question, the Brother rolled his eyes in annoyance, and vanished into the distance, obviously not willing to put up with me anymore, which was my plan all along.
"That would be my father," she huffed, pushing me away irritably, "Now why are you showing this emotion towards me. What is it called?"
"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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