Accismus?????.? Anakin Skywalker?????.?

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Sol made her way along the hall and the white armour that was seen so commonly appeared around the corner. The Jedi was only a few feet away when the clone stopped, and Sol wouldn't have thought he was any different from the clones she saw around the temple. But instead of walking past the helmetted-man and continuing on her way, she paused. 

With the faceless clone looking in Sol's, the clone's eyes were centred on the only Jedi in the corridor. The Force showed nothing but the yellow glow that every clone emitted in the spiritual realm, but Sol knew what to look for. The yellow was not its bright sunflower colour, but had turned into a sickly mustard that if it smelt, would reek of toxic gas. At this slight tinge, Sol's neck hair stood on end, and she reached for her lightsaber as the clone pulled his blaster from his belt. 

She didn't know why her reflexes were slower than usual. Perhaps it was the pretense Sol had about the clones. They had never hurt a Jedi before, and their loyalty was to the Galactic Republic. But Sol knew that no matter who the enemy was, the Force was her true ally, and it would alert her of danger in any situation. Whatever it was, it resulted in Sol's lightsaber ignition, but its purpose was absent. 

The two blasts rendered Sol useless. The clone's aim was true to his training and the first red blast hit Sol's shoulder, causing her body to jerk to the right. Her lit lightsaber was still gripped in her hand, and she attempted to swing the cyan lazer, but the second blast skimmed past the weapon's blade.

The burst of pain that came from her left collarbone made the first blast to her shoulder suddenly spring into life, and the pain hit all at once. Sol barely had time to process the situation before she fell backwards. Her knees felt weak and when her back collided with the tiled floor, she heard the clatter of her lightsaber as it deactivated and hit the skirting of the wall. Sol had lost her weapon and the pain in her shoulder and collarbone was seeping into every part of her body.

Through the shock, Sol forced her neck to crane in the direction of her wounds. Her beige robe was blackened with the scorch marks of the blasts and underneath the burnt material, was the bloodied messes that were building underneath. The pain ran to her fingers tips and her chest started to heave in an attempt to stop the aches, but it was futile. She let out some groans and restrained cries at the feeling, and scrunched her eyes shut to focus the Force towards her wounds to stop the pain.

But it didn't last and the sound of impounding footsteps against the tiles reminded Sol of her imminent danger. Sol's eyes opened to stare up at the clone that said nothing. The barrel of the blaster appeared in her eyesight and the clone's white helmet faded into from her focus. All she could see was the black that would soon light with the final red blast and Sol would be greeted with the killing shot. At such a close range and the demobolising blasts to her shoulder and collarbone, Sol was sure that she was about to be murdered by a rogue clone. 

The clone's finger pulled the trigger and the barrel lit up. As the red blast left the blaster, Sol helplessly waited for her execution with wide eyes and with a heart in fear. But before the blast could pierce her skin, it was stopped in its path and froze in midair. Both Sol and the clone gaped at the sight of the fully formed strike of red that hovered between them. It buzzed as it tried to continue on its journey into Sol's skull, but it was held at bay; angrily humming and holding the deadly potential to kill Jedi Master Sol.

At the sight of movement, Sol turned to her right and through the pain, was able to prop her upper half up on her elbow. With a grimace and a frantic shuffle backwards, Sol gawked at the sight of Anakin stood beside her. The clone, who also noticed the Skywalker's presence, took a step backwards after not anticipating his appearance.  

The fury on Anakin's face scared Sol. There weren't many instances where Sol was scared of Anakin. She had been scared for him on dangerous missions, uncomfortable around him, and uneasy, but it was rare that Sol feared Anakin. The blonde curls around his ears didn't appear fluffy, nor did they call for Sol to run her fingers through their tendrils. The cut down his eyebrow and under his eye looked bloodied, and his alluring blue eyes darkened underneath his heavy, arched brow.