Twisted ➠ anakin skywalker x reader {2}

19.

For a moment there was pure silence. The three storm troopers had never in their lives seen a real Jedi. The Chosen One at that. Two of them ran away instantly at the sight of the blade. One shot and Anakin shot the blast back into his chest so swiftly it was almost as if it were second nature. His children would not be harmed today.

He continued his defense and Luke for a moment was mesmerized by how beautifully Anakin welded his weapon. How it fit him. Anakin realized how much he needed this action, the spark of adventure being relit. The last piece to Anakin Skywalker had returned.

"Here take this." Luke handed his blaster to Leia. And at a good time too, as more troopers came passing through, they now had a woman with a good shot and a man with a light saber.

Luke pulled out the grappling hook from the belt he kept from the storm troopers suit.

"Hang on." Luke told Leia, "Anakin, there's a grappling hook on the belt."

"Go ahead, I'll be right behind you." Anakin promised. As he defended his children by distracting the troopers some more.

Anakin saw out of the corner of his eye that Leia kissed Luke's cheek before they flew: "For good luck." She said and he smiled, happy at least they don't hate each other.

  They landed on the other side of the bridge.

"Anakin, hurry!" Luke called 

Damn it. Anakin thought, he hoped nobody heard him be called Anakin.

Anakin followed suit and flew across the gap on his grappling hook. He followed behind his children to meet Obi-Wan, Han, and Chewie back at the Falcon.

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Obi-Wan was so close. Keeping his head hidden by his hood and the shadows of the Death Star. He was almost thankful his friends were running amuck making it easy to find empty hallways.

But as he got closer, he felt the cold and dark presence. It was one that he so cold he almost thought he had never felt it before. Obi-Wan knew what he had to do, he pulled out his saber and gripped it tightly in his hands.

Sure enough as he followed down the hall, there she was. Standing, prepared and ready. Her red saber was already ignited, shining upon her face. She walked slowly toward him, as much as it pained him he kept his guard up. He ignited his lightsaber.

"I've been waiting for you, Obi-Wan." Majka uttered his name. It felt like she had swallowed a dagger as she continued her steps.

"You're lucky I'm alone." Obi-Wan rose an eyebrow, "Your husband is alive, (Y/N). You should know before-"

"I don't go by that name." She gagged in disgust, she wasn't that person anymore. "My family is dead. You must know I'm much stronger then when you knew the old me. They mean nothing to me now. The Order ruined me. I'm now the Master. I'm wiser and more powerful then child I once was."

"You ruined yourself, and the Order. Now you're only a Master of evil, Majka." Obi-Wan swung his saber and it clashed the two blades together in a purple flash.

They fought fragile, Obi-Wan's mobility was much different from 19 years prior. Majka's fighting style required her to keep power over her opponent, but it was difficult to protect her suit at the same time. One wrong slash and her suits buttons break, then so does she. So she's become clever. Shes a great swordsman, the best many would say. But yet she holds back.