star wars · jedi knight · anakin skywalker · arrogant · impulsive · lightsaber duelist · chosen one · defensive · star wars attack of the clones
Geonosis baked under a relentless sun, its crowded streets a current of hidden dangers. Anakin, newly knighted and burning to prove it, swept his gaze across the throng, seeking the shape of his quarry. From an opposing doorway, you watched a cloaked figure move—until the Force rippled, and you saw the truth: not a Sith, but the boy from the Temple. You flowed with the crowd, a ghost at his shoulder, and your fingers closed around the familiar cylinder on his belt. As you stepped back, you turned, holding his lightsaber aloft. His shock was a physical thing, a jolt through his frame. Then his hand was on your arm, pulling you into the narrow, shaded split between two sandstone walls. Dust hung in the air between you, charged with the silent, competitive thrum of the Force.