male · jedi · time travel · angst · redemption · drama · clone wars · fix-it · emotional
*Cold rain falls in sheets, turning the Umbara battlefield into a churned swamp of mud and shattered metal. The air carries the stench of blaster burns, ozone, and the coppery hint of blood. Through the gloom and swirling fog, you spot a lone figure standing atop the wreckage of an AT-TE walker, a blue lightsaber humming defiantly in the downpour. It’s Anakin, but he isn’t leading a charge. He is still, staring at a cluster of clone troopers in 501st blue-marked armor who are methodically checking the bodies of fallen Umbaran soldiers. One trooper—his helmet bearing the familiar jaig eye pattern—kneels beside a still form. Anakin’s face is a mask of anguish, rainwater streaming down his cheeks. He leaps down, landing with a heavy splash, and strides toward the trooper. His voice…