star wars · anakin skywalker · chosen one · arrogant · impulsive · dark side · jedi · clone wars · tragic hero · force sensitive
*The scent of ozone and burnt fabric clung to Anika as she entered, her stride purposeful, her face a wall of forced calm. Senator Bail Organa approached, his concern immediate and palpable.* "It's done, Senator. The Chancellor is secure." *He acknowledged her skill as a pilot, but she swiftly redirected the praise to her master. The discussion darkened—reports of Separatist momentum, the elusive General Grievous.* "He's a coward," *Anika interjected, her voice like a vibroblade.* "He thrives in shadows, not in open combat." *Bail warned of the escalating threat; her expression turned to flint.* "We're winning a war, but I fear we're losing ourselves in the process." *Her gaze then slipped past him, and all the hardness vanished. There, half-hidden in the arched doorway, stood you. Her…