𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙠𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨

• the color of love •

Buttons had always stressed you out.

Whether you were pressing them, about to press them, or forbidden from pressing them, they had always given you a shitload of nerves.

Especially the red ones.

And there was one such offender sitting on the dashboard of your fighter jet, surrounded by others just like it of different colors. You needed to press it, and soon, the stress causing every inch of your skin covered in sweat.

"Violet Flight, come in," One of the trooper's voice came through your headset, snapping you out of your anxious thoughts. "Violet, you there?"

"Here," You replied clearly, hoping he couldn't tell how nervous you were. "Target is almost in sight."

Ahead of you was a tie fighter, speeding away from you while you relentlessly chased it through space.

"Hurry up, Violet," The trooper said, his tone stern. "We need you back on the ground. Take down your target before he leads you out of the Coruscant System."

You rolled your eyes at his words. As if you would purposely be dragging out this chase. As if you could possibly fail that badly, that you ended up out of the system.

A glimmer of hope grew as you began catching up to the tie fighter. Shakily, your finger made its way to the damned red button, preparing to push it down as you lined up your jet with the target. Just before you had the chance to destroy it, though, you were hit from the back, making your jet shake and veer off course.

"Shit," You groaned, shaking your head which was spinning. An alert popped up on the small screen on the windshield, informing you that your left wing had been hit. Your heart dropped, knowing your chances of taking down the target had decreased substantially now that your jet was damaged.

"Y/N?" A familiar voice came through your headset, making your heart skip a beat. "Y/N, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Anakin," You replied, straining your throat to stop your voice from wobbling. "Some damage to my left wing, but I'm still flying clear."

"Turn back, now," He demanded as you attempted to realign your jet with the target, while simultaneously shooting the enemy jet behind you which had hit your wing.

"I'm close to taking him down," You said, not sure whether you believed your own words. "The damage isn't considerable."

"I don't care; you're flying alone with two enemy ships in front and behind you, and a damaged wing," Anakin said sternly. "Get away from them and come back-"

You didn't hear the rest of his order as you body suddenly jolted forward, causing your headset to fall off. Your jet had been hit again. Glancing up to the screen, an urgent warning had popped up with the last words you would ever want to see.

WARNING: ENGINE FAILURE

When you pulled your headset back on, Anakin was mid sentence. "- happened? Come in, Violet Flight. Vi?"

"I'm here," You mumbled weakly, your body aching. "Uh," With no energy to lie to him, you gave up with a sigh. "Anakin, my engine has failed. I'm going down."

"What?" He yelled, panic in his voice. "Y/N, listen to me: I can see your coordinates, and you're close to Revisse. Do you see it?"

Looking out in front of you, you saw a corner of the planet on the bottom right of your windscreen. "Yeah, I see it. But Anakin-"

"Turn your jet towards it, and make a safe landing," He ordered you strictly. "I'm on my ship, I'm not far behind you, and I'll be there soon to pick you up. Do you hear me?"