Writing Prompt from @charlesdances :
Aight how about your take on how Tarkin got fatally wounded via blaster fire. How/when/where it happened is totes up to you! My only input would be at some point he only notices it because someone pointed it out (up to you who it is as well could be just a trooper/officer/etc) and him looking at it and just being disdained and saying ‘oh for kriff’s sake’ before fainting. Then we get to also see what happens afterwards when he wakes up in a med bay somewhere. He’d probably be like 'how long was I out?’ before getting really riled up because he’s been out for a week and he tries to get up only to be reprimanded by the nurse in charge XD
“This is not how a reconnaissance mission is supposed to go, General Skywalker,” Tarkin sighed, showing a mere fraction of the annoyance he felt at the dire situation.
Their odds of survival were irritatingly low and it was all because of General Skywalker’s bumbling bravado which signaled every droid in the Separatist Base to their presence.
“Relax, Captain,” Anakin said, with an infuriatingly easy smile. “My mission was to be your your bodyguard during this recon and I’ve never failed a mission.”
“And yet here we are in a predicament where my body is, indeed, not being very well guarded,” Tarkin replied, sourly. “Also, you should not tempt fate with such statements.”
Ironically, Tarkin and Anakin were forced back into the very warehouse Tarkin was entrusted to investigate. The Captain could not help but smirk at discovering that the Separatists had indeed been the ones to steal several y-wings and munition caches from under the Republic’s nose. It was a pity he would not survive to relay the information to Chancellor Palpatine.
Another unit of B1 battle droids appeared on the upper catwalk of the warehouse, lining up with blasters all trained on the two intruders.
The lower deck was similarly filled with B1’s, peppered with deadly B3 droids, their deadly gauntlets pointing past Anakin, directly at Tarkin.
“Ready,” shouted the yellow-accented B1 captain.
“Roger Roger,” shouted the rest of the droids.
Anakin put himself between the droids and Tarkin, igniting his light blade. “Go hide in that crate over there, Captain. I’ll take care of them.”
“Absolutely not,” Tarkin balked, stepping aside and drawing a second blaster from his thigh holster. “I am not entirely helpless, general. I am a captain for a reason.”
“Aim!” Commanded the captain.
“Roger Roger!” Came the mechanical chorus.
“Suit yourself,” Anakin shrugged, “but as your bodyguard I advise-”
“This is not a Republic courtroom, Anakin,” Tarkin snapped. “Stop advising and ready yourself.”
Anakin frowned at Tarkin. “Ready for what?”