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"Admiral, get the hanger doors open, I'm coming in hot!" Anakin shouted down the comm.
"General, what could have possibly happened in the ten seconds in which we last spoke?" The admiral dryly replied.
"JUST DO IT"
Admiral Yularen sighed, “Open the hangars doors.”
“Yes sir”
Anakin could see the doors of the Resolute slowly open as his Jedi interceptor sped through space towards his flagship. “This isn’t gonna be good,” he said to himself. Artoo whistled in agreement.
“Anakin, what’s happening,” Obi-Wan said through his ship's comm, the hint of worry was coming through.
“Oh you know, the usual Master”
“Define the usual.”
“You know, got hit, ships out of control, no brakes. That usual.”
“I see well please try not to kill yourself with this one then”
“Will do my best”
Anakin braced himself as the hangar grew closer, he tried his best to line up his ship with the most empty part of the hangar although he knew it was going to be tight. He pulled on the lever to try to level himself but even that wasn’t responding, “Not good, Artoo eject! ” he said urgently moments before his nose collided with the floor of the hangar. Anakin was thrown forward in the cockpit and his head hit the console knocking him out instantly. At least he didn’t have to witness the rest of the crash.
The front of his ship completely caved in on itself and then flipped onto its back, smashing the glass of his cockpit, then barrel rolling a few more times before landing upright (a small win perhaps?). Just at this point Obi-Wan made an appearance, where the sheer horror of the crash faced him. For a moment all he could do was stand there mouth agape not knowing what to do or think before the force called to him, “move Kenobi!” He took off in a sprint towards his brother's mangled star fighter praying that the young man was still in one piece.
Obi-Wan had already made the smart decision to call Kix to the hangar as soon as he knew Anakin was inbound. He leapt onto the remainder of what was the wing of the star fighter before calling, “ANAKIN, ANAKIN CAN YOU HEAR ME,” there was no reply. He couldn’t even see his face as he was slumped over the console. Just as he was about to reach for him, “DON’T TOUCH HIM!” came a shout from the edge of the hangar. It was Kix, closely followed closely behind by Rex, “ We don’t want to make him worse general, allow me please,” he said whilst climbing up the ship next to him.
“Rex get the ground team, I’m going to need them to cut off what's left of the front of the ship if we’re going to get him out without causing more damage”
“On it!” Rex replied, he was used to seeing his general banged up but even this was breaking records for sure.
“Now general, I know you’re worried but I’m gonna need you to move out the way for me,” Kix calmly but firmly said to Obi-Wan.
“Of course, sorry Kix,” Obi-Wan replied, voice shaking with said worry. He knew Kix was the best medic the 501st had, but that didn’t stop the crippling fear he had for his former apprentice.
“Oh Anakin,” He said under his breath, “You’ve certainly done it again.”