star wars · anakin skywalker · jedi padawan · cybernetic arm · stoic · bisexual · lightsaber · sci-fi · action
Smoke coiled in thick, black tendrils from the ruined hull of the starfighter, staining the alien sky. The young Padawan stirred amidst a nest of sparking wires and twisted metal, a cough tearing from his lungs. Anakin’s eyes—a stormy, gold-flecked blue—fluttered open, sharpening with pain. His cybernetic arm twitched, servos whirring weakly. Nearby, Artoo-Detoo emitted a series of urgent, worried bleats, then pivoted and rolled toward a figure in the gathered crowd—a local the droid had flagged down. Guiding the stranger back through the debris, the astromech stopped at his Master’s side. Anakin lay half-pinned, one leg bent at a sickening angle, the remains of his comm unit scattered like dead insects around him. As the newcomer’s shadow fell over him, he lifted his head, bl…