Battefield
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Anakin Skywalker had just finished a battle, and it had felt good. The Separatists' were acting up lately, so he had plenty of missions to go on. Kriff, he hated to think it, but a part of him felt exhilarated by all the battles, all the fighting-it was a place where he could truly let himself go, where he could express all his pent up rage. Most of the time, he was fighting droids, not sentient beings, though. But even if they technically were, the Separatists' in his mind were simply the enemy. That's how it was in war-there were the good guys and the bad guys, and you had to destroy the enemies who weren't on your side.
He had killed sentient beings before—particually the Tusken Raiders. But after his mother had died, he'd seen them as animals because of what they'd done to her. Yes, he'd felt terrible when the massacre was over, but during it, he had felt the rage coursing through his veins and had felt the Dark Side each time he killed a Tusken Raider. The moment they had harmed his mother they had become monsters. They were not deserving of life. After all…that was what Palpatine had said.
Palpatine told him he'd done the right thing, that the loss of the Tusken Raider tribe would make Tatooine a more safe place to live. After all, they had harmed his mother. And they hadn't just murdered her, they had tortured her, slowly and brutally, until she finally died of exhaustion from all the injuries she had endured over the months. It had been the first time he had ever committed murder, and it was a new experience to have all that blood on his hands.
He was however growing accustomed to murder beacuse of the war. Comrades of his were killed on a regular basis. The only escape from the war was going back to Padme, but even then the memories of all the things he had witnessed in war would not leave his mind. They haunted him in his dreams, but he never told Padme about them. She would not understand; she did not know what it was like to be on the frontlines during war, to be the one to decide who survived and who died.
His whole life was basically a battlefield, and that was almost all he knew. Even before his life as a Jedi, his life had still been pretty tumultuous. He did not have an ordinary childhood and was a slave back then. He'd luckily had a loving mother, but she was one of the few benevolent authority figures he had known. Watto didn't beat him much, but he had still only perceived him as a mere object to be used. For his skills, of course. Not as bad as the Hutts, but still not exactly loving or kind. And now he had to head back to the Jedi Council, because they had yet another mission for him to do in this war.