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Requested by JoeyKirkpatrickJr

Part 1!

He/Him❥

2nd POV
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                You were feared. Amongst the most respected individuals in the droid army, but it all came crashing down when Count Dooku, General Grievous were murdered, and the dreaded Order 66 was issued. Your battalion was stationed on Dathomir. You were cleaning up the mess General Grievous had made with the locals, more scrapping and finishing off the rest rather than anything else, when the Clones turned on their Jedi leadership.

                  You couldn't believe your luck. This had to lead to a Separatist victory, yet you'd never been more wrong. With the deaths of both the Count and the General, that left you in complete charge of your battalion. Halfway through your departure off of the deadened planet, Darth Sidious has ordered yours, and the rest of the leadership involved with the Separatist Alliances' death.

                 Fleeing, you and your small battalion made a home on the desolate planet of Raxus Prime. It was a junk heap— nothing more. You never expected to be found. Raxus Prime was known as 'The place where droids come to die,' so you thought it would be a fitting end to your legacy.

You watched the rise and fall of the Empire, never to get involved. From the birth and death of Darth Vader, to the end of your beloved Emperor, to the return of the Jedi Order, you knew you must remain hidden on this trash-heap of a planet.

                    There was peace for a while. You kept your droids charged and ready in case you were found, but it was never necessary. It was weird to see them disband the idea of destroying Clones, and just working in harmony to keep your group alive. Peace never lasts forever though.

                   The First Order was born. Not many details reached your planet, but rumor has it, their leader is an ex-Jedi, a lot like how the Empire was born. Ironic, honestly, but yet again, your droids and yourself vowed never to get involved. You were a Clone Wars veteran, nothing more.

You had gotten lazy since the end of the war. You lost your strive for both a better life, and conquering the galaxy. Scrapping and building had become a permanent hobby of yours, and it helped to tune up your squadron occasionally.

                  One fretful day, you were scavenging through a large mound of garbage with two basic battle droids, when your Captain contacted you urgently,

                   "General, our forces have detected a ship approaching our planet. It seems to be damaged," the droid croaked, "It doesn't appear to be a First Order frigate though."

                   "Resistance?" you asked while glancing up into the smoky-orange sky; the clouds blocking any sign of a crash landing. You could hear its shaky decent however,

                   "It appears so, yes," the droid answered back, "What are your orders?"

                    Gathering up all the useful items you'd located during the hunt, you started back towards your makeshift base, which in reality, was your cruiser that crashed right beside a large mountain. The cruiser is connected directly into a cave maw, so you used both locations as a home,

                  "Nothing. Maybe they won't notice us, and continue on with their mission after their ship gets fixed," you grunted, kicking loose and lost materials out of your path; the droids clanking right behind you, "Go on low power mode until I get back— avoiding detection is mandatory."

                    "Roger roger!" the droid confirmed mechanically while ending the communication line.

                  The trek back to the ship was quiet. Too quiet. You were paranoid though. No one had ever discovered this planet, especially once war broke out again. You hoped these Rebels, if they found your dysfunctional little family, would be willing to leave you be, as you've been for the last 10 years.

                 You were young when the Clone Wars began— 15. You skyrocketed through the ranks of the Separatist Alliance after the assassination of Senator Farr, and became a respected General at that age alone. These last 10 years made you age further than any war.

                You finally arrived back at the deadened cruiser, the breath stuck in your lungs finally releasing. At least now, you would have backup if something went wrong. It was also encouraging that these Resistance members wouldn't likely have a Jedi with them, unlike during the Clone Wars. The Jedi held the Republic in their back pocket, yet it was all an illusion the whole time.

                  As you made your way through the cruiser that claimed so many lives during your war, you noticed 3 individuals approaching your destination; one leaning against another, limping painfully,

                  "I assume their ship made contact then?" you questioned, earning small 'roger rogers' in response, "Alright. Let's go greet our guests then."

                 You haven't had to use your rifle in years. It had collected dust over the many moons that had passed. Grasping the unfamiliar weapon in your hands, you inhaled; your fingers tracing every indent, "I missed you," you huffed.

                  Extending from the hanger, you had around 5 battle droids follow you to meet the Rebellion. They immediately stopped in their tracks at the sight of you; the African American man raising his blaster to meet your chest,

                  "Who are you?" he asked, eyeing the unfamiliar droids behind you.

                   Hitching your rifle to your back, you just smirked at the man's overprotectiveness, "I am General (Y/N) (L/N) of the grand Separatist Alliance! You have found fortune in my eyes, and I shall spare you, although you're trespassing on my planet."

                  "The Separatist Alliance?" the girl to the African American's right exclaimed in confusion, "That explains your battle droids. I didn't think any made it out of the purge."

                    Smirking, you playfully wack the droid to the right of you on the back, earning an irritated noise from it's receptors, "You're smart, girl. I like you," you winked, causing her to roll her eyes painfully, "We escaped after Order 66 was put forward. We've been hidden here ever since. Why have you brought the war to my planet?" you asked, suddenly getting serious.

                     "You think we meant for this to happen?" the third, and final member of their team snapped. He was obviously the injured one, "We were shot out of the sky for force-sake, so, you gonna help us or not?"

You squinted in annoyance at the man's insolence, unfamiliar with this sort of treatment. Crossing your arms across your chest, you smirked, "At least let me know who my squadron will be helping out in case things go badly."

You could tell the group was hesitant to give out names. Their heads certainly had bounties after all— you didn't blame them,

"I'm Rey," the beautiful woman piped up, "This is Finn, and that over there is Poe."

"Nice to meet y'all," you smiled at the woman, gracious that she wasn't making this too difficult, "Now come on aboard. I have a medical droid that's eager to have a patient."

The medical droid was very excited, if that's the correct term, to have a patient after these long 10 years in solitude. Poe was in good hands, and despite your better judgement, you decided to cater to the other two's needs as well. You provided food, water, and much-needed beds for your guests.

Sipping on a large glass of water, Rey glances up at you and swallowed, "So, how'd you survive the war? I didn't think anyone made it out of the Empire's grasp."

"I used the deaths of my allies and the Jedi as a distraction," you answered honestly, "I'm not saying it was a good thing, but the universe needed a new ruler. The Jedi weren't following their own rules— very hypocritical."

"And the Separatists did?" she snapped, obviously offended by your response, "What about the Empire? Or our First Order? They're not saints."

You forced a laugh and nodded, "Of course not, but you weren't there. You couldn't begin to understand how corrupt the Jedi and the Republic became."

"So you're not a fan of Jedi then?" the girl asked, taking another drink of water, "It's impressive what you've made here, but do you ever wonder where you'd be now if the Jedi survived."

Frowning, you shook your head, "I'd be rotting in a cell, waiting for those Jedi to torture me for useless information. I'll take this any day over that."

Before the girl could reply, a droid rushed in, evidently panicking, "General! A large First Order frigate has entered the atmosphere!"

Grinding your teeth, you smirked, unholstering your rifle from your back, "I suppose they've chased you all the way out here," you guessed while turning to Rey, "Tell Finn and Poe. We're not going down without a fight— this is what we've been bred to do!"

Turning back to the droid, you nodded in an affirmative action, "Get the units ready. We will defend our home— Clones, or not."

The sound of an approaching ship became louder and louder, until it appeared to be right on top of you. Rey has fetched Finn, but Poe was still too injured to participate in the combat. Now, the three of you watched the slow decent of the ship,

"I really hope you guys have some sort of trick up your sleeve," you whispered, "My army can only do so much."

Finn elbowed Rey, smirking. You cocked your head in confusion, but soon your eyes widened in surprise. In her hand, the girl held the hilt of a Jedi lightsaber— a weapon you'd hoped you'd never have to see again,

"You're a Jedi then?" you questioned, immediately feeling awkward after your talk earlier about how you despise the Order, "Never thought I'd say this, but I'm happy to be working with a Jedi."

Rey smiled, a legit smile. One you'd never seen on her face before. You liked her smile, and hoped she'd continue smiling, "Well, I never pictured myself working with a General from the Separatist Alliance, and I feel safe knowing I have your capable droids on my side."

It felt good to be in battle again, almost like being set free from a lifetime of solitude. Rey however, filled you with a certain confidence you'd never had before, even while serving in the war. She moved like rippling water through a lake— slicing Stormtroopers up left and right.

Your droids took care of most of the Stormtroopers however. They weren't expecting members of the notorious droid army to be present here on Raxus Prime, but they were faring surprisingly well. You could tell they learned from the Clones.

With the troopers and droids dropping on both sides, you decided to stick close to Rey and be her second set of eyes. She didn't need much help though. You had one thought constantly ringing through your head, however... where was the apparent Sith Leader?

"I can sense him around here," Rey snapped, as if she could read your mind, "Kylo Ren. He's here, and he wants me."

Before you could reply, a dash of red caught your attention from across the battlefield. He wore dark black armor from head-to-toe, and brandished a lightsaber that you'd never seen before, even in all your time fighting battles. It resembled a crucifix, and blazed an ugly red,

"Let me guess," you sighed, "That's Kylo Ren."

Rey didn't reply. She just charged at his form, which was slicing through your droids like a hot knife to butter. You decided to fire shots at the Sith, hopefully adverting his attention from the girl.

You felt immense pressure around your throat. Picking you off the ground, you were dragged to the two Jedi's position by your neck. Kylo Ren was force-choking you, and you knew it. You'd had this ability used on you numerous times after losses by none other than Count Dooku, but this time was much scarier. He was going to kill you.

Rey stopped in her tracks and growled, clenching her blue lightsaber in her hand angrily, "Don't bring him into this!"

"Why not?" the Sith questioned, his voice sending immediate goosebumps over your skin, "This local has cost me many men, and obviously you care for him. Two birds with one stone."

Your vision began to cloud over with grayish-black blotches. You couldn't even hear Rey's voice anymore. The only thing that saved your life was the Jedi swinging her lightsaber at the Sith, which ended his focus.

Between the brink of life and death, you just laid motionless on the dusty ground. Your mind was empty except one thought. The thought that this Kylo Ren would kill Rey. Thinking about the Jedi's death just fueled your anger, and formed an adrenaline rush.

Opening your eyes, you located your rifle, which was discarded close to your location. The grunts and growls coming from the two dualists echoed through the empty clearing; droids and troopers alike ceasing fire altogether.

Wrapping your fingers around the rifle, you changed positions and aimed right at Kylo's form. He was too distracted to notice.

Releasing the blaster bolt from the head of the gun, it made itself a home in the Sith's gut; an agonizing scream taking over all other noise. Rey quickly finished the job without a second though, and rushed to your side,

"You shouldn't have risked your life for me like that," she scolded, "It was stupid."

"It worked though, didn't it?" you choked out, leaning into her side while watching all the Stormtroopers abandon their original plan, and escape the planet, "I couldn't let you take him on by yourself. Sith are crafty."

Rey pushed a piece of sweaty hair from your face, and behind your ear, "I thank you though," she continued, carefully leading you back to the ship, "You've been more helpful than I could've wished for."

"Well, you've been pleasant company," you subtly flirted, earning a soft blush from the younger woman, "I was hoping that... you'd stay?"

Rey stopped in her tracks, staring ahead at the crashed frigate that you'd called your home for the past 10 years. She shook her head immediately,

"I can't abandon the Rebellion, especially after this," she whispered, referring to the death of Kylo Ren, "You however, could put the remainder of your droids and yourself to use, and fight for something worth fighting for— even with the fear of death."

Biting your lips in thought, you form a careful reply, "Will the Rebellion be okay with the droids? I'm not leaving them here, or allowing them to become scrap."

Rey shook her head, and pressed her lips softly to your temple; immediately shutting you up and removing your anxiety, "I won't let that happen."

June 16th, 2020