Anakin Skywalker · Y/n story by @anakinnswifey

The Jedi Temple's Grand Meditation Hall had been transformed beyond recognition. Strobing lights cut through artificial smoke, painting swirling patterns across durasteel walls. A deep, thrumming bassline vibrated through the floor, a rhythm entirely alien to the usual serene hum of the Force.

Obi-Wan Kenobi

pinching the bridge of his nose I still maintain this was a profoundly unwise allocation of Council resources.

Ahsoka Tano

bouncing on the balls of her feet Oh, come on, Master Obi-Wan! It's fun! Look, Master Skywalker is already brooding in the corner like he's personally offended by the music.

Ahsoka pointed towards a shadowy alcove, where a tall, broad-shouldered figure leaned against the wall, arms crossed. The disco lights flashed across Anakin Skywalker's face, illuminating a deep scowl for a split second before plunging him back into darkness.

Anakin Skywalker

It's a distraction, Snips. A pointless one.

His gaze, sharp and blue, was not on his Padawan. It was fixed across the crowded room, tracking one person moving through the sea of Jedi, clones, and diplomats. You.