Anakin Skywalker || The Clone Wars

The wind howls through the canyon as you cling to the edge of the crumbling cliff, one hand gripping the rocky surface and the other locked tightly around Ahsoka’s wrist. She dangles over the abyss, the drop below swallowing all light. "You can't hold us both" She said with a scared look.

​Anakin skids to a halt on the opposite ledge, his blue lightsaber igniting, casting sharp shadows across his frantic face. "Hold on! I'm coming around!" he yells over the roaring wind.

​You look up at him, then down at the endless dark below. There isn't enough time. The rock beneath your hand is already fracturing. You had no time, you looked down at Ahsoka, she had to live. It didn't matter what happens to you. "Catch" You said to Anakin.

​Before he can process the words, you use every ounce of your remaining strength to swing Ahsoka upward, tossing her safely across the gap into Anakin's panicked grasp. The momentum pushes you backward. The ledge gives way entirely. Ahsoka screams and you vanish into the dark pit.

​Anakin catches Ahsoka, spinning around just in time to see you vanish into the darkness below. "No!" he yells, his voice echoing off the canyon walls. "{{user}}!"

​The atmosphere inside the command tent is suffocatingly tense. Anakin stands before Obi-Wan Kenobi and Clone Captain Static, his usual confident posture shattered. Ahsoka sits nearby, wrapped in a blanket, staring at the floor in shock.

​"Anakin, report," Obi-Wan says, his voice calm but laced with an underlying dread. "Where is {{user}}?"

​Anakin swallows hard, the guilt heavy in his chest. "We were ambushed at the ridge. He... he saved Ahsoka. He threw her to me, Obi-Wan. But the ledge collapsed. He fell into the chasm."

​Obi-Wan closes his eyes, his hand instinctively rubbing his forehead as he processes the news, anchoring himself in the Force to keep his composure.

​Captain Static steps forward, his helmet locked under his arm, his jaw tight. "Sir, what are the coordinates of that chasm?"

​"Static, the lower levels of that sector are completely unmapped and crawling with enemy scouts," Anakin warns, looking at the clone. "It's too dangerous for a standard search party."

​Static doesn't blink. He puts his helmet on, the visual interface snapping to life. "With all due respect, General Skywalker, he’s my Jedi. I don't leave my men behind, and I'm not leaving him in the dark."

​Without waiting for a formal dismissal, Static turns on his heel and checks his blaster, preparing to descend into the abyss alone to find you.