Novel & Cerita Star Wars Droid Self Insert Fanfiction

I say and lay it out for him. “You’re sure?” “Positive. I’m so sorry, Yorick.” “I need to go.” “Call me if you need to talk,” I say. “Thanks, Wen. I may take you up on that.” I stare at the phone for a moment, then turn back to my computer. Me: Let’s find that alliance agreement. Hacker: Follow me, my little Padawan. I chuckle at the Star Wars reference. Me: Show me the way, Obi-Wan.

My ears popped painfully as the air pressure dropped. "Shields up!" Wolfy gasped. He clutched his stomach, his face pale green. "We aren't alone," Barzil warned. He struggled to stand against the gravity. His legs shook. Red lights flared in the cargo bay. The strobe effect was disorienting. INTRUDER DETECTED. Four security droids detached from the ceiling. They were sleek, spider-like machines. Their servos whirred—a high-pitched mechanical whine. They were armed with stun-batons that crackled with blue electricity.

I used my memory-altering tools to extract the whereabouts of the moon dragon nation, creating a fake war in his head that he had to fight against them so he saw them as the enemy and not as his family. Because of that, every time Daax looks at Thalan, his lip curls, and a low growl forms in his chest. He will never trust his moon dragon cousins because of a nightmare I placed in his mind. I could blame Segundus for my sins, but that wouldn't be accurate. Regardless of the person holding the leash, it was still me who performed those acts. I could have fought back harder. I could have let him kill me or torture me rather than do those horrible things. I could have fought the programming in t

she adds, biting her lip in a way that sends a strange sensation through me, like something is cracking inside. "I love you," I blurt out, surprising both her and myself with the confession. Despite her wide eyes and parted lips, I don't regret saying it one bit. It's been a long time coming, she can push me away, but I won't leave. I can't. I'm too obsessed with her not to tell her. "Warren, you-" Leia's voice is cut off by the sound of breaking glass, prompting me to jump up and rush towards the commotion.

Finally, she gave up. “How did you get inside?” she questioned. “I knocked. There was no response.” I explained and all she could do was nod, before returning back to the basin, but something told me she’d done that to avoid my gaze. “I’m sorry—about what happened. I’m sorry about what Darth—” “Stop,” she cut in, “Just stop. I don’t want to hear of him, ever, okay?” “Okay,” I agreed. “And you have nothing to apologize for. It’s not your fault he stole your face.”

Once my eyes finally adjust to the lights, I slowly pull them open. The first thing I see is Darth standing beside a huge camera which is mounted on a tripod stand. Without thinking, I lunge at him. I let my rage overtake any form of natural reasoning left in me as I attack blindly, wrapping my fingers around his throat and pressing him against the tiled floor. “What have you done?!” I growl. “What have you fucking done? You know how much Dutch hates darkness and you stood by and watched that bitch toss him in that room.