Twisted ➠ anakin skywalker x reader {2}

16.

The four of them strolled down the hallway, hoping to be over looked. They sold the "Wookie Prisoner" story by having both Han and Luke at the front with their blasters pointed at Chewie and Anakin behind with his weapon forward.

They guided Chewie to the nearest elevator going undetected by any passing troopers.

"I can't see a thing in this helmet!" Luke complained after the elevator doors closed. Han's body language made it clear he had just rolled his eyes.

"I guess that explains why they never hit anything." Anakin commented, "We'll be out in no time. We just have to get the princess."

"You two make it sound so easy." Han mumbled.

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Levels above them Obi-Wan is dodging the dreaded Darth Majka. She feels him, it's like an itch she can't scratch. She keeps following the path but is troubled by the fact she can't find where it's coming from.

Obi-Wan is ducking behind walls and hallways. He does all he can to remain unseen. He's trying his best to mask his presence.

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"This isn't going to work." Han grumbled anxiously as the elevator came to a halt.

"Why didn't you say something before?" Luke whined.

"I did say so before!" Han yelled at him. Then the doors were opened and they had no choice but to put on the show.

The Prison level officer looked at the 4 confused. His troopers all remained quiet.

"Where are you taking this thing?" The man asked, looking at Chewie with such disgust.

"Prisoner transfer from cell block 1138." Luke spewed a line out of his mouth and stood as still as his shaking legs would allow.

"I wasn't notified." The man tilted his head, "I'll have to clear it." He pointed back to his men.

Anakin had hairs standing on the back of his neck, he could tell the man didn't buy the line. Two guards came to stand by them, but they were ready to kill. Anakin nudged Chewie, and he yelled out.

"Look out, he's loose!" Anakin yelled, then took it upon himself to start shooting at the guards and the main officer.

Han joined in Anakin's raid and Luke took it upon himself to blast the cameras and the main signals.

"You better hope that princess of yours is still in here." Han said, checking the computers main log, "Here she is, cell 2187. You two go and get her, I'll hold it down here."

Without a word, Anakin and Luke rushed to find the cell with the numbers 2187 printed.

Back at the panel, Han aided to the beeping red light: "Uh, everything is under control. Situation: Normal." Han tried repeating the kinds of things he used to hear his imperial superiors would say.

"What happened?" The voice at the other end asked.

"Uh, we had a slight weapons malfunction. But, uh, everything is perfectly alright now. We're fine, we're all fine here now. Thank you, how are you?" As soon as he heard it come out of his mouth Han winced. That was a bad thing to ask.