A piercing scream shattered the air, and I roared, lunging at the hooded Rodian assassin. "Murderer!" I snarled, my face mere inches from hers, my spit flying as my fangs glinted in the moonlight. I dug my claws into her shoulders, and she cried out in pain. "I didn't do it!" she shouted, struggling against my grip. I shook my head, my fangs dripping with blood from the wound I had inflicted earlier. I had flung her over these crates, and now I glared at her, my eyes narrowing. "Liar," I growled.

"You will pay for what you did to Onaconda Farr, and for the pain you caused Padmé," I snarled, my voice echoing in the night. The moonlight cast an eerie glow on the scene, illuminating the fear in the assassin's eyes. 

"Please," she whimpered, her voice shaking as tears welled up and threatened to spill over. "I had no choice," she continued, her words rushed and desperate. "Onaconda Farr brought shame upon Rodia, upon our entire race. I couldn't let him live and bring further dishonor to our people." The truth tumbled out of her like a flood, finally breaking free from the dam of her secrets. 

I stared at her, my eyes cold and unyielding, unaffected by her pleas for mercy. "It's not like the Jedi to kill," she said, her voice cracking one last time as she clung to a final shred of hope.

I smiled, a cruel twist of my lips, and leaned in closer, my jaws parting to reveal sharp, glistening fangs. "You would be mistaken to assume I am a Jedi," I said, my hot breath washing over her.

 She cried out, a desperate, strangled sound, as I brought my jaws together with a sickening snap. Her body went limp beneath me, and I released her, letting her fall to the ground with a thud. 

I stood there, outlined against the moonlight, my wings spread wide, and stared coldly at the lifeless form of the Rodian assassin. Without another glance, I took to the sky, my leathered wings carrying me away, leaving her body to rot in the shadows.

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The morning sun bathed the Temple gardens in a warm glow as Anakin approached, his footsteps echoing on the stone path. I strode ahead, my eyes fixed on the path before me, my long, leathered wings folded tightly against my back.

 "Where have you been?" Anakin called out, his voice carrying a note of concern. I glanced over my shoulder, my eyes narrowing slightly as I brushed past him, the wind rustling my feathers. Anakin quickened his pace to match my long strides, his robes billowing slightly in the breeze.

 "Nyx, please," he said, his voice strained, his blue eyes searching my face. "I'm just trying to help. Padmé contacted me, worried sick that she hasn't seen her friend, Lolo Purs, for hours." I stopped abruptly, just shy of the grand doors leading into the Temple, my wings spreading slightly as if in warning. Anakin halted, his brow furrowed, his hands clasped behind his back.

 "Don't meddle in affairs that don't concern you," I said, my voice cold and distant, carrying a weight of authority. "And don't listen to the concerns of mortals. Their troubles are fleeting." With that, I turned and faced the Temple doors, which slid open at my approach, revealing the vast interior of the Jedi sanctuary. I stepped inside, leaving Anakin standing there, gazing after me with a mixture of confusion, curiosity, and concern written across his youthful features.

I continued my purposeful stride through the bustling corridors of the Jedi Temple, my eyes fixed ahead, my mind focused on the task at hand. As I passed, a group of familiar clones snapped to attention, offering crisp salutes accompanied by mischievous grins.

 I dipped my head in acknowledgment, my feathers brushing against my shoulders, before coming to an abrupt halt as Captain Rex, Commander Cody, and ARC Trooper Fives positioned themselves in my path. "There you are, Commander," Fives beamed, his blue eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. He reached up and clasped his hands gently against my feathered snout, a gesture of camaraderie.

 I frowned, my golden eyes narrowing slightly, and said, "Fives, remove your hands from my face. Now." My voice carried a tone of authority, and Fives blinked, but he immediately complied, lowering his arms and taking a respectful step back. I brushed past them, my wings creating a soft whooshing sound as they folded against my back. "Oi, where are you off to?" Cody called out, his voice echoing down the corridor. "We've been trying to catch up with you, Commander. We need to talk," he added, his expression serious.

"Nyx, please," Rex's voice carried a note of concern, his blue eyes fixed on me. I paused, my golden-hued feathers rustling softly in the still air as I turned to face them, my red eyes gleaming with an otherworldly light. "What do you want?" I asked, my voice like the softest growl, carrying an air of untamed wilderness. "You haven't been yourself," Rex continued, his hands held open in a gesture of peace, taking slow, deliberate steps toward me. "We're worried. You've been distant, your eyes flashing with an anger we've never seen before."

I snorted, a soft, wolfish sound that carried a hint of disdain. "There was a murder in the Senate a few days past," I said at last, my voice low and gravelly. "I sniffed out the killer and made sure they wouldn't harm anyone else. Onaconda Farr is dead, and his death has stirred up tensions within the Senate." The three clones shared surprised and worried looks, their eyes darting between one another. "Nyx, what do you mean you 'took care of it'?" Fives asked, his voice laced with concern. "Did you... did you exact revenge?"¨

"You're not a monster to us, Nyx," Rex called out, his voice carrying down the corridor. "You've never been, and you never will be." I stopped in my tracks and turned to face them, a half-lipsided grin spreading across my face. 

"Thank you, Rex," I said, my voice softening. "But I know the truth. I am a creature of shadows, and I always will be." With that, I turned and continued walking, not looking back. I made my way to my quarters, nudging the door open with my snout, but I halted when I saw Master Obi-Wan Kenobi sitting inside. 

"Master," I said, my voice tentative as I shifted back into my human form, brushing off any traces of dust or blood that might have lingered. "You've been absent from our late-night snacks and discussions," he said, his eyes keenly observing me. I stiffened, feeling a twinge of guilt. "I have," I admitted. "And I'm sorry"

Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes, their softness belying the depth of his perception. The late-night hour cast an ethereal glow upon his wise features, highlighting the lines of experience etched into his face. "Come here," he said, his voice like a beacon of solace in the darkness.

 I crossed the room and sat down on the bed beside him, feeling the familiar comfort of his presence. He wrapped his arm around me, pulling me close to his chest in a gesture of protection and affection.

 I let out a low breath, feeling the warmth of his embrace seep into my very being. Master Obi-Wan had always been a sanctuary for me, his emotions a steady compass guiding me through the tempestuous waters of my existence.

 I knew, without a doubt, that his feelings for me ran deep, and I cherished the unspoken bond we shared. "Take a breath now," he said, his voice like a gentle breeze. "A deep one. And let it out. You can confide in me, Nyx. But I won't press you to speak before you're ready."

"Thank you, Master," I whispered, my voice hoarse with emotion. In that moment, I let go of all my fears and doubts, allowing myself to melt into his embrace. Master Obi-Wan was a beacon of warmth and calm in the chaos of my existence, a safe haven where I could find refuge from the storms of my past. I inhaled the familiar scent of his robes, a unique blend of exotic spices and ancient wisdom, and exhaled a sigh of pure contentment.

Obi-Wan and I sat in my room, the air thick with unspoken words. The silence stretched between us, heavy with the weight of my confession. Finally, I found the courage to speak, my voice trembling as I began.

"I killed someone, Master," I whispered, my eyes downcast as I struggled to meet his gaze. "She seduced him, made Padmé cry, and took the life of Senator Ono. I thought I was doing what was right, but in the end, I let the Beast win."

As the truth spilled from my lips, Obi-Wan remained still, his eyes filled with a mix of compassion and sorrow. With gentle understanding, he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to the crown of my head. His silent gesture spoke volumes, offering comfort and forgiveness in that moment of vulnerability.

The guilt and remorse I felt were overwhelming, but Obi-Wan's quiet strength gave me solace. I knew that he understood the darkness that dwelled within me, the constant battle between light and dark that raged within my soul. In that moment, I felt a profound connection to my Master, a bond forged in trust and acceptance.

As we sat in silence, the weight of my actions hung heavy in the air. I knew that my path would be fraught with challenges, but with Obi-Wan by my side, I found the strength to face the trials ahead. Together, we would navigate the shadows and strive to keep the Beast at bay.

Obi-Wan and I sat in my room, the air thick with unspoken words. The silence stretched between us, heavy with the weight of my confession. Finally, I found the courage to speak, my voice trembling as I began.

"I killed someone, Master," I whispered, my eyes downcast as I struggled to meet his gaze. "She seduced him, made Padmé cry, and took the life of Senator Ono. I thought I was doing what was right, but in the end, I let the Beast win."

As the truth spilled from my lips, Obi-Wan remained still, his eyes filled with a mix of compassion and sorrow. With gentle understanding, he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to the crown of my head. His silent gesture spoke volumes, offering comfort and forgiveness in that moment of vulnerability.

The guilt and remorse I felt were overwhelming, but Obi-Wan's quiet strength gave me solace. I knew that he understood the darkness that dwelled within me, the constant battle between light and dark that raged within my soul. In that moment, I felt a profound connection to my Master, a bond forged in trust and acceptance.

As we sat in silence, the weight of my actions hung heavy in the air. I knew that my path would be fraught with challenges, but with Obi-Wan by my side, I found the strength to face the trials ahead. Together, we would navigate the shadows and strive to keep the Beast at bay.

"I understand what you're going through," Obi-Wan said softly, his voice filled with empathy. He sat down beside me, his presence a comforting anchor in the storm of my emotions. "I'm here for you," he added, his eyes reflecting the depth of his support.

As he pulled me into a warm embrace, I felt a sense of safety and acceptance wash over me. Obi-Wan's arms were a haven, a refuge from the turmoil within me. He brushed away a stray lock of my dark hair, his touch gentle and reassuring.

Then, he looked into my eyes, and in that moment, I saw an infinite well of trust and love. It was as if he could see straight into my soul, understanding the depths of my struggles and offering me the strength to carry on. Overwhelmed by his unwavering devotion, I felt a surge of gratitude and comfort.

In that fleeting moment, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, Obi-Wan would be by my side. His unwavering support and unconditional love gave me the courage to face my inner demons and continue on the path of self-discovery and redemption.

"Thank you, Master," I whispered, my voice laced with gratitude as I leaned my forehead against his. In that moment, I felt a sense of peace wash over me, a solace found in his unwavering support.

Obi-Wan smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and I closed my eyes, relishing the comfort of his embrace. Little did I know that as I stood there, lost in the warmth of his affection, he was studying my face, his gaze tracing the delicate contours of my features.

Unbeknownst to me, he saw the raw beauty that lay within me, a beauty that shone through despite the turmoil I was facing. In that moment, he had to fight the urge to kiss me, to claim my lips in a passionate embrace. He knew that now was not the time, that I needed his support and understanding more than anything else.

As I stood there, oblivious to the depth of his feelings, Obi-Wan's heart raced with a mixture of desire and restraint. He knew that our relationship was complex, bound by the rules and expectations of our world. But in that fleeting moment, he couldn't deny the intense connection that drew him to me, a force that threatened to consume us both.

"How about you get some sleep?" Obi-Wan suggested gently, his voice breaking through the haze of my thoughts. I opened my eyes and drew back from him, feeling a slight pang as I did so.

"Yeah, I'll do that," I replied, my voice steady despite the turmoil within. "I'll see you tomorrow, Master," I added, my eyes holding his for a brief moment.

Obi-Wan nodded, his expression soft and understanding. Then, in a tender gesture, he took my chin in his hand and leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. "Sweet dreams, my padawan," he murmured, his breath warm against my skin.

As he straightened and turned to leave, I felt a rush of emotions wash over me. I stood there for a moment, watching his retreating figure, before shaking myself out of my reverie. With a small sigh, I began to undress, preparing to climb into bed and seek the solace of sleep.

Little did I know that as I drifted off, Obi-Wan's words would linger in my mind, his kiss on my forehead a comforting reminder of his presence in my life. In my dreams, I would find solace, and perhaps, a glimpse of the future that awaited us both.