A/N: sorry yall there's no anakin in this one bc we're kinda following the arc but he'll be in the next part
Warnings: swearing, violence, blasters,
Word count: 1417
As you hurry through the streets of Coruscant, you harden your heart, drying your eyes. There's no point crying any more; the warmth that bloomed within you from the touch of Anakin's lips has cooled, leaving a bitter taste of betrayal in your mouth. He himself may not be the problem, but he still represents the Council - the Council, who seem to want to damn you to hell, who don't believe you for shit; there are people you thought you could trust with your life, yet they doubt you. In your stinging heart, you know that it's not their fault, that there's something behind this no one can clearly see, but it still hurts.
You know it's futile running. Anakin is after you; he'll have convinced the Council that he's the best person to go after you, and it's true - he knows you more than he even knows himself, he's seen parts of you that no one else has even caught a glimpse of, and in return, he gave you himself. He'd be able to recognise you if you were shrouded from head to toe in robes and your Force signature was hidden: you are his other half.
You acquire a cloak from an old Gotal anyway, hiding your face in the shadows of the hood.
The lower levels of Coruscant are familiar to you; you grew up in them before Plo Koon brought you back to the Temple, and you're often sent on missions there. Navigating the twisting alleys easily, you stride past passers by - not too fast, but not too slow, either, blending in perfectly as you make your way lower and lower, deeper into the dark Underworld of Coruscant where the warm rays of sun don't touch. Quickly, as soon as you know there are no eyes on you, you crush your comlink under your boot, grinding it beneath your heel, and pull it into separate pieces just in case, chucking them periodically into bins and under rubbish piles as you go. If the Council think they can track you with something as easy as a comlink, they're wrong.
However, there is someone you want to talk to.
You've already said your goodbyes to Anakin, but there's a certain Padawan who you need to speak to. Barriss Offee - she's well natured, but maybe a little misguided, and you want to tell her you're okay: you know she'll have something scathing to say about the Council's dealings with the shit storm surrounding you. Taking a quick glance around, scanning your surroundings for any onlookers, you duck into a public holographic system. This far down into Coruscant, away from true authority and law, it's covered in crude graffiti and half of the button caps are pulled off, but a few kicks to the rusty metal cause it to blink to life, the blue lines flickering and sputtering like a broken engine.
'Thank the Maker you're alive!' Barriss' voice crackles through, albeit with a ten second lag.
You smile. 'I'm alright, Barriss. Please don't do anything stupid. Don't worry about me.'
'Where are you?'
Your lips tighten into a line. 'I'm... not offworld yet. That's all I'm willing to say.'
'I found some information. There's a warehouse on level 1315. It used to manufacture - '
A noise sounds at the the end of the alleyway as she begins to speak. You don't turn your head, but you subtly reach down, gripping your lightsaber but not igniting it yet - there's a chance it was just a rat, but the way the Force whirls around you, unbalanced, unsettled, tells you it's more than just a harmless scavenger. It had been doing that since you entered the lower levels of Coruscant, but now the feeling of dread in the pit of your stomach is stronger, heavier, as if something is deeply and truly wrong. Nodding along to the information Barriss gives you, you watch the shadows to your right out of the corner of your eye.
' - munitions, and Letta was said to visit during the time she was getting the nano-droids.'
Grimly, you smile. 'Thanks, Barriss. I've got to go.'
Without further ado, you hang up and spin around, your lightsaber blade illuminating your surroundings. A lithe figure stands just to your right, and you advance, knowing that they mean ill, unsure who they are but certain that you need to defend yourself, and now. There's a cylindrical shape in the person's hands, and you squint at them; they're familiar.
Two crimson lightsabers beam into existence, one in each hand of your enemy.
'Ventress,' you hiss. 'What are you here for?'
She pulls up her helmet. 'You've got a bounty on your head, pretty little Jedi.'
'You think I'll let you just take me?'
'No, but I know you're desperate. I know you're running, and that all your fucking Jedi friends don't believe you.'
Her cruel voice hits you somewhere in your already grieving heart, and you stab at her, easily knocking one of her sabers from her hand. Gritting your teeth, you dart forward again, attacking her weak side, no logical thoughts in your head, just the need to get rid of the pain deep in your chest, stuck there like a viroblade sunk into your bleeding heart. Vicious strength shoots through you, and you swing your leg up, sweeping her feet from under her and crushing her fingers under your hand, forcing her to drop her other saber.
'I can help you,' she blurts.
'No one can help me,' you snarl, hating the way the agony bleeds out into your voice.
'I'll help you run,' Ventress continues. 'I know you don't like killing the clones. You'll be spotted soon, and inundated by them. They'll force your hand, they'll make you kill them.'
You falter then. You know she's right. 'Fine. What are you getting from this?'
'I just want you to request a pardon for me from the Senate.'
You shrug. 'Whatever.'
Reaching out a hand, you help her up, and she scowls, retrieving her lightsabers from the questionably stained ground. The two of you make your way to the warehouse, and as you do, you constantly scan your surroundings, searching for any pursuers - you know that Anakin should be onto you soon. He'll have found the scattered comlink pieces, or a spy droid will have spotted you and reported back to him.
The warehouse is within sight when the inevitable happens. A squad of clones rounds the corner, signalled by their clattering feet, and you recognise their markings to be from the Wolfpack - Plo's legion. Your heart sinks: although their Jedi is the closest to a father you've ever had, you know the 104th Battalion, and you know that Ventress won't hesitate in hurting them, just as they won't hesitate to fire on her - they're known for their bravery and determination, for their battle hardened commander. Wolffe is a man of few words and fewer smiles, and you've had the privalege of cracking several of the former and a couple of the latter from him. Now you face him as his men file out behind him, poised to attack.
'Don't hurt them,' you tell Ventress, knowing it's unavoidable.
'Tell me you're kidding,' she replies. Ominously, she cracks her neck.
'Don't kill them,' you growl. 'Or I'll kill you, deal or no deal.'
'So much for a Jedi's honour,' she mumbles.
You ignore her. Leaping forward, you barge through the clones, deflecting the shots that come your way, wincing with each uppercut and roundhouse. You're confident in your own comabt skills; you've felt no fear when faced with a sea of battle droids, but these are different: these are child soldiers, these are men who have their own individual thoughts and hopes, these are people you've sat with and talked with and laughed with.
Your heart takes a hit with every punch and kick you land.
Unspoken apologies stick in your throat, but you battle through them, knowing Ventress isn't far behind. Eventually, you break free, scrambling over a few rooftops and rickety balconies to lose them and get closer to the warehouse. Crouching on the roof together with Ventress, you use your lightsaber to cut an entry hole, and as you work, she paces, waiting for the clones to file away, spreading out to search for the two of you. Soon, she deems the coast clear for herself, and she turns to you.
'Remember our deal, Jedi.'
She leaps off the roof, her silhouette melting into the shadows.
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FanfictionIncludes: Anakin Skywalker, Cassian Andor, Kylo Ren, Darth Maul, Cad Bane, Rex, Would include the Mandalorian but I kind of already have a book on him ;) Also Star Wars obviously doesn't belong to me.
