46. Anger 47. Fluster 48. Relief 49. Shyness 50. Stubbornness
Warnings: 46 includes a death that occurred in the series, with short description of the injuries sustained. 47 is about a non-consensual kiss.
Anger
Nahdar cradled Commander Fil's inert form in his arms. Shattered bone shifted beneath his fingertips: a farewell gift from Grievous' monstrous pet. The roggwart lay in a stinking heap now, but that gave Nahdar little comfort. It was only a dumb beast. Its master was the one to blame. Grievous had set the traps that had claimed his men one by one, culminating in the death of the man who had been by Nahdar's side since Geonosis. His only real friend.
"Grievous will pay for this," Nahdar vowed, clenching his fists. "I will destroy him."
For you, Fil. My brother.
Fluster
The moment Lux Bonteri's lips had touched hers was not the magical moment Ahsoka had anticipated. She'd imagined it many times before: the gentle smile, the brush of his fingers on her cheek and then: fireworks. Instead she got his face mashed against hers, violently blocking the air from escaping her lungs. It wasn't without pleasure. For a moment, her stomach tingled with ecstasy and anticipation… then the moment passed, leaving her angry, confused and humiliated, and she shoved him away. Her face was hot and she felt miserable, unsure how something so good could have turned out so badly.
Relief
Gregor moaned. This afterlife was kriffing terrible. He felt like… well, like he'd had an entire shuttle port blow up in his face. Gregor peeled his eyes open to examine his surroundings and was surprised to find himself looking through his familiar HUD. His suit was pretty banged up and so was he, but both were intact and fixable. Apparently by dumb luck he had gotten himself wedged between some heavy metal crates that had absorbed the worst of the blast. Gregor ripped off his helmet, threw it into the air, and cackled like a man possessed. He was alive!
Shyness
Barriss hadn't spent much time with people her own age since the war started. She and her master had been needed in the fighting, and with forces stretched thin the chances of working with another Padawan were slim. Yet here she was, preparing to embark on a dangerous mission with Skywalker's Padawan, and Barriss couldn't think of anything to talk about. The other girl was intimidating to say the least. Though younger than Barriss, Ahsoka exhibited charisma and natural authority that Barriss could only dream of. Barriss sighed. She was sure Ahsoka thought her the dullest Padawan in the galaxy.
Stubbornness (Double Drabble)
"No Ahsoka."
"Oh come on, master! Be reasonable! We need three groups for Master Plo's plan to work!"
"Rex can lead the third group…"
"Rex doesn't need the practice!"
"Last time I let you lead a team on your own, I almost lost you."
"I've grown since then! I can do this! This isn't Geonosis we're talking about. It's just Felucia! What could happen?"
Both master and student paused, arms folded, glaring daggers at one another and refusing to budge. Passing clones hurried to escape their line of sight, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire. Ahsoka finally unfolded her arms and sighed.
"You know the boys won't let anything hurt me. Master, I can do this."
Anakin studied her for a moment and relaxed his posture. "I know you can, Snips." He ran his fingers over his scalp and sighed. "You can lead the third group."
Ahsoka squealed happily and hugged her master before skipping off, no doubt to tell Rex about her victory. Anakin felt a weight settle in his stomach as he watched her go. She may be competent, but she was still so young. But she was right. This was only Felucia. What could happen?
Author's Note: Whoo! Halfway done! Not much to say about this. I have nothing against Luxoka, but that stunt in the Deathwatch camp was definitely not an ideal way to get a first kiss. And in case you didn't catch it, "Stubbornness" takes place just before "Padawan Lost." And Gregor isn't allowed to die in that explosion. He's too cool :)